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"author": "Dungeon Master",
"message": "As Feyre was tossed into the room, the door was slammed shut and locked behind her. The King's chambers were lit dimly by candlelight and as Feyre looked around, the neat and unsettlingly tidy room came into view. It was decorated with plaques of coat of arms and what looked like hundreds of books along one of the walls. The bed looked to be like the most comfortable bed Feyre had ever seen and there was but a single window; locked however."
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "*As Feyre fell onto the wooden floors, she let out a frustrated yell before stammering to her feet and trying to catch the door before it locked. Her chained hands slammed against the large double doors in defeat, the sounds of the chains jingling quietly as the girl slid back down to the ground and rested her head against the wall.*\n\n\"No...\"\n\n*She breathed, the broken tone in her voice coming out in a whisper. Feyre had her eyes shut in deep thought of how exactly she got to where she was now. Of how this was even real life. Wearbears?* **King** *Bears? It was all so much to take in.*\n\n*But as the young girl weakly lifted her head, she noticed the state of cleanliness to it. And how... Normal it all seemed. Her eyes squinted to adjust to the dim light that cascaded overhead; finding it all rather beautiful for someone so- cruel. Feyre slowly started to stand up once more, wobbling over towards the center of the room and examining its features more.*\n\n*Even with bound hands, she was able to escape the thought of it for just a moment. Her curiousness taking over her when she noticed a shelf that held a bunch of books and tinker-ments. Feyre pulled one from the shelve and held it awkwardly in her hands- given they were cuffed - and slowly started looking over it. She wondered if it was a picture book as she flipped through the pages. But when nothing but black ink marked the pages; a frown slightly pursed the girls lips. She couldn't read, and wasn't sure she wanted to try even if she was going to be stuck in here.*\n\n*Feyre carefully placed the book back into its respective slot, turning back around with a small sigh. However, when her eyes fell on the massive bed that fit like the center piece of the room; the girls eyes danced with relief. She had never been able to afford a night in a hotel at Alynthi, so seeing such a comfortable thing made her bones scream for rest. The woman slowly lingered over to the bedside and touched the silk like sheets, staring in awe.*"
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{
"author": "Chamberlain Yenn",
"message": "Soon after Feyre found her way to the King's massive bed, the door could be heard unlocking and then opening. In stepped a woman of all things, dressed in a maid's clothing and draped in red. She looked around a moment and when her eyes fell upon Feyre daring to touch the King's bed, she widened her eyes in alarm.\n\n\"Tsk, tsk! You shant be touching the King's things, deary. He notices a hari out 'o place an it'll be yer head, it will.\"\n\nThe chamberlain had quite the accent, but she was at least understandable. She scurried over to Feyre and looked at the chains on her hands. She clicked her tongue and pulled out what must have been a set of master keys for all over the castle. After fiddling with them for quite some time, she found the correct key and unlocked the chains, freeing Feyre's hands once and for all. She then looked up at Feyre and shook her head.\n\n\"Well, the master can't bed you looking like that, can he? I'll never 'ere the end of it. Come now, I'm Yenn. We must bathe you at once!\"\n\nThe chamberlain then began to tug at Feyre towards one of the rooms connected to the bedroom. Once inside, she shut the door and practically began to undress Feyre."
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "*Feyre almost jumped clear out of her skin once the door opened. Her attention snapped towards the door in alarm; only to see a maid enter with a confused look. The girl didn't have much time to react before this lady started bickering about. Her face remaining in a puzzled state as her cuffs came off. Feyre then opened her mouth to speak once the two met eyes.*\n\n\"Why are you doing this..? H-Hey!\"\n\n*As Yenn strung Feyre along, she limped quickly behind to keep up. Bathe? She thought to herself. Why would a prisoner get bathed? Though, the young woman didn't have time to think- Yenn had already started pulling off her rags that were doing little to nothing to cover her thin hungry body. Feyre quickly covered her chest, and squeezed her legs together in awkward silence before speaking once more.*\n\n\"Do you bathe all your prisoners? And.. Why do i have to be in the same room as the king? Surly you hold prison cells...\"\n\n*Feyre let her eyes linger around the lavish bathing room as she trailed off, taking in the sight of all the crystal like ornaments and* **Clean** *Flowing water. She soon fell silent before mumbling.*\n\n\"Though... I'm not apposed to staying in an actual room than a dirty cell.\""
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"author": "Chamberlain Yenn",
"message": "Yenn hummed to herself a rather lovely tune but stopped when Feyre began asking questions. She stopped dead in her tracks and raised an eyebrow at the lass.\n\n\"Do you not know why women are sent to a lords chambers? Were you raised under a rock, deary?\"\n\nYenn, in truth, didn't mean to sound so rude but it was a bit jarring to have a woman not know her purpose in a man's let alone a king's bedroom. She noticed Feyre's leg and let out a sigh, but before long she helped Feyre into the bath and began to scrub her body clean. All the while, she took note of how skinny and frail the poor girl was. Perhaps she was raised under a rock..\n\nYenn then began to hum which soon turned to singing. It sounded melancholy.. Almost as if it were a warning as to what was to come.\n\n\"*Sleep my darling tiny one\nTucked within your bed so tight\nElse the old grey wolf will come\nAnd grab you by your side\nHe'll snatch you up between his teeth\nIf on the bed's edge you sleep\nAnd drag you to the forest deep\nBeneath the quaking tree\nSo close your eyes and fall asleep\nCount the little wooly sheep\nTucked so tightly you must keep\nOr he will come for you.*\""
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "*Feyre fell silent at Yenns words. Starting to pick apart the true meaning behind being sent to a King's room. But in spite of that knowledge; the maids song brought goosebumps to the pale girls skin. They bedded deep and crawled all over, like her body was even listening to the horrors to come.*\n\n*The pure blood let Yenn wash her clean, feeling herself slip away in some sort of weird limbo between the warm calm of the water and the chilling thoughts of being bedded by a monster. Feyre's eyes dimmed as she began to stare off into the soppy bubbles of the water. Perhaps lingering in this comforting feeling for as long as she could would do.*\n\n*But even so... What if there was no escape?*"
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"author": "Chamberlain Yenn",
"message": "Once Yenn was done scrubbing Feyre clean, she pulled away from the tub and walked over to a closet. When she opened it, she browed through a wide array of clothes, namely women's gowns. She pulled one out and strung it up over a partition. Yenn walked back over and helped Feyre out of the tub and began to dry her off with a towel. There was a strange calmness in the room as Yenn continued to hum the tune from before.\n\n\"Alright m'lady all clean and dry. Now, let's get you dressed for the master.\"\n\nYenn gently led Feyre over to the partition and began to dress her in the gown she had picked out. It was really quite lovely to tell the truth. \n\n\"I take it since you seem so new to being a lord's eh.. Woman for the night, that you've never been in bed with a man have ye? Worry not, love, the king is.. Let's just say you treat him right and he'll not let you go hungry, deary.\"\n\nYenn finishes dressing Feyre and took a step back, her eyes scanning over the girl for anything amiss. When she was satisfied with her work, Yenn led Feyre back out into the King's bedroom and sat her on the bed.\n\n\"The King shant be long. Tomorrow I'll.. I'll show you around the castle, hm? Get some food on those bones as well.\"\n\nYenn gave Feyre a rather pitiful smile before turning and heading toward the door. Yenn new what was going to happen, but there wasn't much she could say or do to make it better for Feyre."
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "*Quiet stayed the pure blood human as Yenn worked her magic on the girl. Duller Feyre's eyes became at every mention the maid took note of her not being some slag. Because in truth, she was still a celibate. Still never had her frist kiss, or even had time to wonder what it would be like. To fall in love, that is.*\n\n*As the two made their way out of the warm and peaceful washroom; Feyre glanced back at her last moments of deliverance. She had to get used to such clothing she was dressed in though; finding it hard to do much in the flowing arms and long draping ends that almost made her trip over her own feet every time she walked.*\n\n*At Yenn's attempt to show her around tomorrow; all Feyre could do was simply look up at her and return a faint nodd. Her eyes holding back hot tears and pleading screams. She wished Yenn could take her now, show her how to get out. But alas, it seemed things weren't going to turn in her favor any time soon.*\n\n*The freshly bathed girl sat upon King Alyus's bed, her feet dangling off the edge as the cold air nipped at her feet. She trained her eyes at the door in silence. An unbelievable fear crawling up her spine at knowing that beast was going to barge in here at any moment. Feyre debated some things in those moments. Weather she should run and try to hide, try to find an exit, or simply try and reason with him. But that in itself sounded ridiculous.*\n\n*So, she sat in wait. Staring lifelessly at the door to see how this night would play out. She just prayed maybe he would be too tired to try anything. Just maybe.*"
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"author": "King Alyus Archaius",
"message": "It was well over an hour before the door to the bedroom finally opened once more, but who stepped inside would surely be a surprise to Feyre. It was a man. He was tall, with shoulder length dirty blonde hair. He had quite the scruff on his chin and jaw, but overall he was clean-looking. He paid no mind to Feyre and simply walked over to a table. He picked up a book and took a seat across from the bed, but his eyes never looked up to meet Feyre's.\n\nThe man picked up a book and opened it, crossing one leg over the other and resting his head on his hand. He was.. Reading. Without so much as a word or glance to the freshly bathed woman in the room. Who was he? Was he the king or perhaps a guard?"
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "*Feyre had slumped over onto the bed after a few, finding the softness of the King's sheets calling her to sleep. But once the bedroom doors creaked open and softly shut- it was enough to jolt the human right up from her slumber. She sat upright at lighting speed; darting her eyes towards the sound of movement. However, she thought her eyes deceived her when they laid upon a man she had never seen before.*\n\n*The girl tilted her head slowly as she trailed his stalky-like stature, watching him flow through the room effortlessly. Her brows furrowed in confusion as he stayed silent and sat down with no acknowledgement of her presence. He didn't look like any guard she had seen drag her in here. But nonetheless, where was the king?*\n\n*Feyre shifted to face forward on the bed, so that her eyes were focused ahead on the stranger who sat at the table side. She quietly cleared her throat before speaking; her voice hushed due to the fear of speaking without being spoken to.*\n\n\"W-Where is King Alyus..?\""
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"author": "King Alyus Archaius",
"message": "The man flipped a page in his book and finally his eyes darted upward to meet Feyre's. There they were, those icy blue eyes that pierced her in the throne room. He stared at her for a moment, as if he were silently judging her. He let out a sigh and closed the book, placing it back on the table in silence. He then stood up and walked around the table and in front of Feyre. It was then the man finally spoke, revealing who he was.\n\n\"What makes you think my guards would allow another man into my room.\"\n\nHe leaned down ever so slightly and took in the way she looked. Alyus then stood up straight and scratched his chin. She was rather beautiful, there was no doubting it. But she was still a human. Alyus himself was dressed in royal clothing, the red being unmistakable across his shirt. But when he began to remove it was when Feyre would realize this was *Actually* Happening. As Alyus removed his shirt, he revealed his chest and the many battle scars that covered it. But no sight was worse than his back where welts from a past life scarred him.\n\n\"Yenn told me you're a celibate. Is that true?\""
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "*Meeting the eyes of the King was something Feyre was sure she would never be able to forget after that moment. She sucked in a breath once he started to speak, hearing that reverberating base of his voice. It could have caved in this whole room if he wanted. On the other hand, the girl felt frozen at the fact that the king was a shapeshifter as well. Not that it was too surprising considering the guards but- Seeing his human face was a sight to behold.*\n\n*Even if he was a monster.*\n\n*Feyre's eyes started to widen though when she saw Alyus starting to undress. Her face unknowingly lit up that flustered color of pink as she quickly looked away. Her voice now stammering as she tried to speak.*\n\n\"I-I.. Yes but- i wanted to wait to find the right one you see... I wanted to experience love before anything else. Surly you can understand that-\"\n\n*As the young girl talked she started to back away. Call it instinct if you will. Without knowing where she was going though, a small gasp escaped the girls lips when she hit the back of the bed frame, looking up above her head to see what it was. Those blue grey eyes flashed back to the King in nervous panic. Regardless of if he was bear or man, she wished he had moral decency.*"
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"author": "King Alyus Archaius",
"message": "Alyus watched her in silence, but her words of love brought bitterness rather than pity. As a young prince, Alyus witnessed the way his father and brother treated women. It never sat well with him, but he was no rapist. All the women the King has had were consensual, whether it be through the desire to bed a king or for pay. Alyus would not force himself onto a woman, no matter how much it frustrated him. But he had a point to make.\n\nAlyus grabbed Feyre's ankles and yanked her into his waist. He leaned over her and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head and staring right through her. Call it dominance or a power trip, the King had a reputation to uphold. He wanted people to fear him, mainly so they'd stay away. No one would ever know this and Alyus would take it to his grave, but he had a crippling fear of commitment. Not through experience, but through watching how miserable his father made his mother. \n\nAlyus leaned down, getting dangerously close to her face as he spoke.\n\n\"If you won't service me this way, you'll service me another and earn your keep.\"\n\nAlyus stared at her for a long moment before he finally pulled away. The King grabbed his shirt and slipped it on back over his head, but not before he revealed his scar covered back. With a frustrated sigh, he turned back around to face her.\n\n\"You will be my new chambermaid. You'll fetch what I want and who I want when I want you to. Now, what is your name, human.\""
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "*Feyre let out a surprised yelp when Alyus dragged her back to him. She reached her hands up for a split second in reaction- however, they were quick to be pinned back into the bed. Looking up with a dazed and timorous look, Feyre audibly gasped as the two shared such a close, and rather personally moment. Staring quietly up at the King's face, Feyre lingered over his features. She found herself forgetting the power play position she was forced into while gazing in those ice cold eyes. Something about them... They told a story.*\n\n*When Alyus moved away, the human let out a soft breath of air and tried her best to relax. Feyre listened to what the King had said, but just found it all the more confusing. She slowly sat up, lifting her eyes to see the back of Alyu's bare skin. What showed was nothing less of horrifying. Feyre took in every small, and big detail of the King's scars. Wondering what kind of tales held within him. But, maybe that should wait. She still didn't even know why she was here.*\n\n\"Why are you doing this..?\"\n\n*She asked quietly. Tilting her head to the side to look over him more; the young pure blood played with the sleeves of her new dress. However, when Alyus turned back around- She was quick to hide her face and choked up a response.*\n\n\"M... My name is Feyre, Sir.\""
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"author": "King Alyus Archaius",
"message": "\"No need for sirs. You will call me by my name, King Alyus, Master Alyus, Lord Alyus, whatever. Do not call me sir.\"\n\nAlyus walked back over to his seat and sat back down, picking up the book once more and opening it. He began to read but occasionally darted his eyes upward at Feyre. After a few moments, he rolled his eyes and lowered the book.\n\n\"Why don't you find something to do. Dinner should be here shortly and I'll have Yenn show you to your room, hm?\"\n\nAlyus's voice didn't seem any nicer or softer, it was it's steady gravel-like tone as it was when he was a bear. His eyes darted back down the book in his hands as he relaxed back in his chair. It was clear he had no intentions of keeping Feyre in his bedroom for much longer."
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "*The mixture of fluster that was riddled all over Feyre's face soon subsided as she listened to Alyus's voice. Even though it wasn't a cheery one, it was oddly satisfying to listen to.\n\nThe female lowered her head and continued to play with her dress sleeves when she took note of all the other things to call the King. Wondering why such a thing as 'sir' wasn't permitted here.*\n\n\"I understand, King Alyus...\"\n\n*Feyre kept her voice quite. Still feeling that sheepishness stir within her around such new territory. Though, the pure blood couldn't help her curiosity for the many questions she had for the King. Especially when he spoke of her very own room.*\n\n\"My room? I thought I was to be locked up in-\"\n\n*The golden haired doe paused to look around Alyus's room once more, lifting a hand to show what she meant.*\n\n\"-Here. Besides, why would a prisoner have their own room..? And... *Why* Am I even a prisoner in the first place?\"\n\n*She was clearly starting to get ahead of herself. Feyre leaned forward as she spoke, her hands resting on the soft cushion of the Kings bed. She genuinely wanted to know why someone as useless to an ice king would be needed here. And the way he seemed so calm about it all made her question the reality of it.\n\nThe small human girl slanted her head to the side while she profiled Alyus some more. Her face now a mixture of confusion and desperation for answers.*"
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"author": "King Alyus Archaius",
"message": "The King let out an aggravated sigh and closed his book a second time. It was clear her constant babbling was irritating him and interrupting his reading. Alyus slowly stood from his chair and set the book down on the table before him. Night fall was coming rather quickly today, made clear from sunset peeking in from the single window in the room. Alyus walked around the table to the fireplace on the other side of the room and stood in front of it, his hand reaching down to grip a fire poker and began to prod the smoldering logs. He pondered on her questions for some time before he placed the fire poker back to it's home in the older. And with a sigh, he anwered.\n\n\"You are rare, Feyre. Most humans nowadays have magical talents or have died out. We shapeshifters have become a powerful race, a race I'm proud to be a part of. Filthy humans are so entitled and deserve everything they have coming to them. It's why many of my servants and maids and prostitutes are human. They are below me. They will *Always* Be below me. I-\"\n\nAlyus turned, facing Feyre once more. His fists clenched and his voice came out in a growl as he slowly walked toward the human. His body began to visibly shake as he got more riled up and angry, and soon, his breathing began to grow more heavy and ragged.\n\n\"-am a ***King!*** ***The*** King! Do you think more of me as a human? I have the power of a ferocious animal underneath my skin. I have superior strength, speed, intelligence, everything. I am an apex predator and *You*-\"\n\nSuddenly, Alyus's muscles began to grow and shift. His clothes, not enchanted to shape themselves with his body as it changed began to rip and tear. His clothes stretched with his body and fur began to sprout from his skin. The King's face snapped and contorted into a snout and soon, his true form began to take hold of the man.\n\n\"***Are nothing more than a human beneath. My. PAWS!***"
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "*Given the quiet calm of Alyus when he stood once more, Feyre didn't think anything was wrong. She listened to him intently. Wanting to know what he had to say and why he deemed her as rare. **Why** He hated her being a pure blood. \n\nAlthough, sensing the anger rising in the mans voice- those same terrified chills started to embed themself under the girls skin. She slowly started to inch away to the side of the bed as the King's monstrous voice rose. Panic setting in when his breathing became animal like. \n\nFeyre's eyes darted around in alarm quickly as she was forced to watch in horror of what a shapeshifter was first hand. Small, horrified whimpers escaping her as she scurried off the bed completely and rushed for the bathroom doors. Any door really.*\n\n\"I- I don't think of myself as anything! I know I am nothing compared to the likes of you!\"\n\n*The human wrestled with the heavy doors frame to try and open it. But given she was a human in a Magic's world. It wouldn't be surprising that they locked without a key. \n\nNow trembling with fear, Feyre pushed her fragile body against the door to try and budge your way through. Soft hush like cries starting to pour out of her from the pain of standing up on her bitten leg and the adrenaline of being scared to death.*\n\n\"P-Please...\"\n\n*She pleaded, slowly turning her back against the doorframe in defeat. This time there was no running to be done. Only words could save her skin in Feyre's mind. So, she mustered the little courage she had left and looked the bear straight in the eyes. Hoping to reach anything within.*\n\n\"I grew up living underneath *Everyone*, King Alyus. Surly you, a great powerful being, could understand my lack of knowledge.\"\n\n*She swallowed hard, hiding her trembling hands at her sides as she spoke. But if reasoning wouldn't work, then at least she had hoped to try.*\n\n\"Before today.. I-I never knew you people excited. I just want to understand better. It's not everyday you get-\"\n\n*Feyre lifted her dress up enough to show her badly bruised leg and scratched up thighs.*\n\n\"-Almost mauled to death by bears and sent to a magic kingdom.\"\n\n*There was true pain and confusion in the girls eyes. Clearly there was an understanding barrier between the two. Feyre wanted answers; but Alyus was too stubborn to give them.*"
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"author": "King Alyus Archaius",
"message": "The massive bear's chest and shoulders heaved as his ragged breath spilled out onto Feyre's face. He bared his teeth and let out a blood curdling roar in her face, but as he closed his mouth he opened his ears to listen to her words, albeit through his loud and angry breathing. As she spoke and then pointed out the bite mark on her leg, Alyus looked down to inspect it. His eyes darted back up into hers, a silent rage hidden behind them. But when he saw she was hurt, his breathing began to slow. One of his large paws reached down and lifted her leg up so he could look at it better, but before long he placed it back down.\n\n\"Which of my guards bit you?\"\n\nAlyus's eyes looked back up into Feyre's, and his rage seemingly passed on from her to whomever harmed such a rare commodity such as a pure blood human. His face softened ever so slightly, but there was still that rage in his eyes. Whomever hurt her would surely pay a price.. A steep one at that."
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "*Feyre braced her hands on the wall behind her when Alyus practically picked her up in his large paws. Her body bracing itself to be hurt again as she clenched her eyes shut. However, the girl slowly opened her eyes to find the King was being rather gentle in his state of rage, holding her petite leg in his hands without aggressiveness.*\n\n\"I.. I don't know who he was but, he was a large black bear when it happened. The guards who brought me in? It was the larger of the two.\"\n\n*She kept her eyes lowered from his as she spoke, already feeling her head go dizzy from being frighted. The humans jaw flexed in a sign of tenseness. Trying her best to not shake in the hands of the King. She slowly looked up at him for a moment to take note of the pure wrath that coated his animal yet, human like eyes. But before long she spoke up, and for the first time it was clear she was being sincere.*\n\n\"I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble, King Alyus.\"\n\n*As the bear set her down, Feyre found the means to calm herself as well. She stared up at the snow white beast in quiet observation, finding his features quite beautiful for such a terrifying creature. Though, with herself pinned against the wall, the pure blood wasn't sure about trying to move away. She glanced over towards the fireplace he had stood over moments before, wishing to savor in its warmth due to the drastically different climate change here.*"
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"author": "King Alyus Archaius",
"message": "The King let out a growl and turned his head away before he turned around. His paws clenched as his mind raced with what to do and how to handle the situation. Perhaps Feyre would witness first hand the truth wrath of the bear king for harming his newest possession. He let out a snort and turned, walking towards the door.\n\n\"Come with me.\"\n\nWithout another word, Alyus opened the door and stepped outside into the halls. He knew she would follow and he knew her leg would slow her down, it was just a matter of getting her out the door."
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "*Feyre swallowed hard at Alyus's demanding statement, letting out a shaky breath of air. She slowly clutched the sides of her long dress and started after the King, limping ever so slightly on her heel out the main doors. There was a formidable silence in those moments, Feyre peaked out of the room and into the long narrow stretch of complete nothingness.*\n\n*Her eyes gradually made their way up towards Alyus, her head hung as if she were a puppy in for a scolding. Where we're they going to go? Better yet, what was going to happen? Questions buzzed through the girls head over and over until they were almost too loud to quiet out.*\n\n\"Where are we going? My room..?\"\n\n*Feyre murmured quietly as if they weren't the only two in the room. She seemed even more skiddish to be out in the open than confined in a room with the most powerful man in the kingdom.*"
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"author": "King Alyus Archaius",
"message": "The King stayed silent as he walked through the halls, rounding one after the other. He occasionally slowed his pace so the limping Feyre could keep up. Eventually they reached a door to a bedroom and the King opened it for the human to enter first. Once Feyre entered the room, she would be greeted with the last thing she'd most likely expect; her very own bedroom. It was lavish, most likely made specifically for more esteemed or royal guests, but here they were. On one of the tables was what could only be described as a meal fit for a King. Soup, chicken, bread, all kinds of exotic fruits and vegetables littered the table. It would surely be too much for Feyre to finish, but as was the life of royalty. \n\nAlyus would watch Feyre's reaction with a distasteful glare. It was against his worse self to allow a human such a lavish room, but she would soon become his prized possession. His pet. Something he showed off to the lords and ladies who dared enter his keep. All of them, *All of them* Would be jealous of such a prize. Alyus's eyes sparkled with deviousness, but nevertheless he cleared his throat and sighed.\n\n\"You will be up at dawn tomorrow. Yenn will show you around my castle, the castle you are not to leave under any circumstances. You are to stay out of the undercroft as well, unless you wish to stay there.\""
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "*Once the double doors opened, Feyre cautiously stepped past the bear King and peeked into the room. To her bewilderment, the human was bestowed to a cream colored wonderland of a room fit for a princess. A small gasp of astonishment left the girls lips as she took a step forward into the large room; taking in every detail of the golden designs.*\n\n*Like a star-struck child, the pure blood crept around the bedroom for a few moments. Truly processing that this was now her room. However, she couldn't help the intruding thoughts in the back of her mind that she was a so called 'prisoner'. One that lived chain free- for the most part- and had their very own room instead of a cell. With all of the confusing puzzle pieces, it was enough to drive poor Feyre into questioning.*\n\n*The human slowly turned back around to face Alyus and gave him a solemn look before speaking. Hugging her fragile arms around her cold body.*\n\n\"This is all very beautiful, Alyus. But... How many *Other* Women have you brought here to tell them the same thing.\"\n\n*There was a slight dolefulness in those blue-grey eyes of hers as she spoke. Not that Feyre had any right to ask such a thing- but she wanted to know if this was all just one big lie. If she truly wasn't special and just made a call girl like all the others she knew the King had to have had. With a more hushed tone, Feyre went on.*\n\n\"How many girls lived in this room?\""
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"author": "King Alyus Archaius",
"message": "A grin appeared on the King's maw and he sighed, shaking his head as it looked down at the floor. A chuckle left his chest and he looked back up to Feyre. Was she really asking a King who had no Queen how many women he's bedded here? Well, the surprising answer was none.\n\n\"All the woman I've had who've actually let me have them stayed in my room with me. It's the least I could do for them letting me inbetween their legs, hm?\"\n\nThe King's smile faded as he pointed to the food on the table, his irritation still lingering from before.\n\n\"I expect you won't waste what my cooks have made.\"\n\nAlyus turned to the door, sighing heavily as he did so. He then grumbled under his breath as he opened the door once more.\n\n\"Most of that was for me anyways..\""
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "*With the King's cocky response; it was enough to light the young girls face up. Feyre quickly turned her face away when she heard such nasty words, blushing immensely all the while he laughed. She couldn't put a finger on it, but something about him always seemed like he was* **Trying** *To fluster her. To bring her to submission in any way he could. And given he was not only a King, but an intimidating man at that- it wasn't hard for Feyre to feel small.*\n\n*Nonetheless, her attention turned towards the bears pointing paw and fell onto a variety of platters. Her eyes widening in hunger. Feyre practically ran over to the table and sat down on the couch near the fire pit to begin eating; not having a real meal in many months. Though, Alyus's low grumbling caught Feyre's ears as she looked up to the bear heading towards the door.*\n\n*She debated speaking up. Knowing damn well it would be a total disaster to stay any more time around the shapeshifter than she already had set. But being human and all, caused her heart to be a bit too big for her own body. Feyre bit down on her cheek and rolled her eyes at the king before clearing her throat to grab his attention once more.*\n\n\"I can share with you, if you'd like?\"\n\n*Feyre lifted up an entire vine of juicy red grapes towards the King as she tilted her head in question.*\n\n\"I can't eat all of it, or i'd probably get sick. So, if you ate the rest it wouldn't go to waste, right?\""
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"author": "General Ambience",
"message": "*As the light shone in from the window, it cast a glow across the sheets of the giant bed Feyre was laying in. She was covered completely, and even underneath those covers she had on pastel blue silk pajamas. Next to Feyre, a small ball of white fluff lay still, breathing shallow and calm since it was asleep. Outside the window, winds began to rattle against the glass, causing a faint rattling noise to sound out throughout the room. The fireplace was lit, almost as if it had been recently set ablaze. The room itself was warm and almost fuzzy feeling, and the faint smell of pastries and bread wafted in under the bedroom door.\n\nIt was a lovely morning, save for the howling winds outside.*"
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "Coming back from an awful black out, Feyre shifted to her side and reached out a bit, feeling soft warm blankets under her palms. She let out a quiet groan, her head still feeling like it was spinning as she began to open her eyes and adjust them to the room. It seemed... Familiar. \n\nThe little human sat up, greeted by the flickering of the fire place. But it wasn't long before she realized that this wasn't her room, and this wasn't her bed. And... These *Weren't* Her clothes— *Alyus*.\n\nFeyre gripped her silk shirt, the size not quite fitting her right due to it slipping off her shoulders. What happened last night? Why was she here in the kings bed? The pure blood could only imagine what his first words were here in this room. \"*Service girl*\". It made her sick. There were many thoughts racing through her mind, but the fact that he wasn't here made them all the more questionable. \n\nThere was still hope to get out though, right? Feyre took a glance out of the window, noticing the wind picking up harsh speeds. A sad look started to form in those blue eyes however, for she knew trying to escape out into the wilderness again would be a hard thing to do. \n\nSo, with a puzzled state of mind, Feyre opted to get out of bed and take things one step at a time. She pulled the covers back but felt something warm graze the back of her hand. It made her jump a bit, whipping her head back in reaction to the feeling of it moving. But once her eyes laid on that small ball of white, her brows ruffled up in bewilderment.\n\nFeyre reached down ever so slowly, and brushed her fingers through the small creatures fur. It was soft, much more silky than Alyus's. And it was so small.. She didn't think the King of murdering others would ever have a pet let alone a baby. But, however it found its way here must have been scared too she thought. Poor thing."
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"author": "General Ambience",
"message": "*The small creature stretched out its legs upon being pet by Feyre, and slowly opened it's eyes. It looked around for moment, and as it lifted it's head it would become apparent the small creature was indeed a vulpe, a deer-fox of sorts. It shuddered slightly, having been disturbed from the blankets moving. It moved it's small head to look up at Feyre, and it's icy blue eyes widened, in partial fear.\n\nA faint squeak left it's snout and it ruffled it's tail before standing up. But it suddenly flattened it's ears and ran to hide behind Feyre, almost as if it were scared of something that was coming towards the bedroom.*"
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "Being able to see the Vulpe awaken was quite beautiful. Feyre couldn't tell what it was at first but upon seeing its small antlers she knew these little creatures well. For where she came from, people always tried to hunt them for their fur, and Feyre being an archer of sorts- she never went after them. They were to precious.\n\nHowever when it's eyes met the girls, she took looked back in surprise and confusion. She wasn't trying to startle the poor thing, so when it stood up in a hurry, Feyre gently tried to guide it back to her- her hands flopping over the bed to try and catch it.\n\n\"H-Hey! No no- it's alright! Shh- wait!\"\n\nWith multiple failed attempts Feyre watched as the Vulpe hid behind her. She giggled ever so slightly before turning her torso and gently picking it up in her arms giving it a comforting hug and wrapping a nearby blanket around the two.\n\n\"See? That wasn't so bad. I'm one of the good guys, see?-\"\n\nAs if she were a child all over again, talking to animals in comfort for herself, Feyre gently put her nose to the creature. It was a sign used amongst many animals, showing love and compassion. The pure blood had a great understanding with wildlife, she even liked to think that's what kept her alive all those years by herself in the forest. \n\nBut, their time was cut short when Feyre heard the sounds of something in the halls, her first instinct being to get up and look for an exit way. She held onto the poor Vulpe safely in her arms, hoping it wouldn't be anyone's meal today."
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"author": "King Alyus Archaius",
"message": "Rather suddenly, the door to the bedroom rattled open, and in walked the King himself. This was his room after all. He closed the door behind him, and in his hands was an inkwell, a quill and a piece of parchment. He paid no mind to Feyre and the vulpe pup, but when the fox-deer decided to let out a shrill hiss at him, he turned his head. Alyus raised one eyebrow before turning his head back to his parchment and taking a seat in front of the fireplace.\n\n\"You know, it's rather rude to hiss at someone who saved your life, vulpe.\"\n\nThe King muttered slightly as he began to scribble away using the quill. It couldn't be said what the King was writing, but Feyre would notice something on his face.. Glasses? It was strange to see the King wearing them, given he never did. In truth, he hated to wear them, but he did so when he absolutely needed to. He let out a sigh and continued to write as he spoke.\n\n\"I found that little whelp outside early this morning. She was absolutely freezing cold, even for a creature suited for such weather. I have no use for it here, and it's too small to eat or use for fur, so if you want it, you can have it. Don't expect to receive help in taking care of it however. It's omnivorous, so it can relatively eat whatever you eat.\"\n\nAlyus had finished writing and rolled up the scroll before shoving it into his pocket. He stood once more and turned towards Feyre before walking towards her slowly. His eyes seemed.. Softer than usual. He stopped a few feet away from the foot of the bed before speaking once more.\n\n\"I want to.. Apologize for the events that transpired yesterday. Had I known you were present I would not have done that so publicly. I never try to do anything like that in front of the women of the castle, human or shapeshifter. It's.. It's dark and dirty business, but it's how laws are here. As for the undercroft.. That door is now locked at all times.\""
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "Once the doors opened, Feyre knew all too well who would walk through that door. His presence was already known to her. The way he looked in human form no less; it made her almost stop breathing. The way his walk effortlessly, swallowed her whole.\n\nFor a moment, she stared at him in utter disbelief. Why was he acting like nothing even happened? The Vulpe surly didn't like him, and that only made her hug it more to her chest. As the King spoke, still with no emotion connected to his words, Feyre found herself getting angry. That anger for his lack of remorse and her fear for him tied in together, well that only made things worse. \n\nThe pure blood had started to back away from Alyus the moment he stepped foot in the room, but as she rounded the bed and ended up on the other side of it towards the door; she saw him start to stand up.\n\n\"Dont.\"She whispered in a shaky breath. Each step of his making her take two larger ones back. She didn't dare look at the Kings face, just his feet, being wary of how close he got. And once he did- she acted on instinct.\n\nBefore Alyus could even begin to apologize, Feyre had snatched a pillow from the bed and threw it as hard as she could at him. \"I said stay away from me you- you **Monster**!\"\n\nThe sound of her voice was raspy, still in pain from screaming. But through that pain, the fear and sadness was still there. Feyre had clenched her eyes tight, not caring where that pillow had landed. As long as he knew she was furious with him. And in that exchanged silence, she muffled a sob that caught her throat.\n\n\"You're... An awful bear... King Alyus. Why did you do that? Why did you kill him?! And *What* Is that place?!\"\n\nShe couldn't open her eyes, even when they swelled with tears. But she continued on, the quivering in her voice unwavering.\n\n\"I thought Kings and Queens protected their people. Not harm them. So, what is to become of me if you are willing to sacrifice those who are closest to you?\""
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"author": "King Alyus Archaius",
"message": "Alyus's eyes widened slightly as a pillow landed square in his face. He caught it and furrowed his eyebrows into a frown. He was *Trying* To apologize, but before he even could she shouted at him. A human.. Shouted at a King. He closed his eyes for a few moments, his jaw tensing up in extreme irritation. He shook his head slightly before *Gently* Laying the pillow down on the bed. His soft blue eyes then fell back on Feyre.\n\n\"You saw what I did to my guard. Well, then you need to understand something. You-\"\n\nAlyus cornered Feyre, and paid no mind to the vulpe hissing and screeching up at him.\n\n\"Are in *My* Kingdom. You are under my father's laws, and my father's father's laws. If you don't like it, then perhaps you shouldn't sneak into places where you shouldn't be, hm?\"\n\nAlyus leaned in for the last sentence, his voice rumbling with clear irritation before he backed away. He turned his back to Feyre and ran a hand up through his dirty blonde hair, sighing heavily.\n\n\"I apologize, Feyre. I never expected you to see the undercroft. It's a place for those who break my laws and rules. That pig, my dungeon master, did he.. Did he touch you?\"\n\nAlyus didn't turn around, but if Feyre remembered correctly, the last man to touch or hurt her got his throat ripped out.."
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "Small. Feyre felt small. Trapped even as she felt Alyus close in on her. She ultimately dropped her new companion in her arms, watching it scurry away as she flashed her eyes up to meet the kings. His same dark hearted eyes reflecting back in her own ocean of blue and green. \n\nThe pure blood held her breath as he came close, that damned heart of hers racing once again and louder than it had before. The king was right, it was his kingdom. But she was brought here without a say, and that was still a puzzling thing to her. Feyre swallowed hard once Alyus turned away, her back letting up from the wall he had so Intimately pushed her up against.\n\nAt the mention of the pig- that horrifying creature she found herself with in the undercroft- Feyre quickly shook her head, never wishing to relive what she witnessed down under. \"No-\" She exclaimed quickly, \"And I didn't mean to go down there.. It was an accident. Truly.\"\n\nSlowly, Feyre lifted her head back up to see the back of the king. He seemed rather irritated, but kept a decent tone with her. The girls brows bunched up in thought, daring to take a step forward as she asked,\n\n\"Are you going to hurt me, Alyus..? Why am I here? You never..\"\n\nFeyre paused, watching the king hastily run his hand through his hair. As intimidating as he came off, in this moment he showed signs of stress. Leaving the human to question if he actually meant he was sorry.\n\nThe brunette tip toed her way around him, looking up to meet his face once more as she now stood in front of him, a concerning look on her soft pale face.\n\n\"You never told me why I'm here..\""
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"author": "King Alyus Archaius",
"message": "Alyus stood there and stared down at the floor, before noticing Feyre walk up in front of him. He looked up, his eyes meeting hers for a few moments as he listened to her words. Alyus's blue eyes danced between Feyre's before he looked away entirely. He stuttered and hesitated, but he would not and could not tell her the truth.\n\n\"I.. It's not something convoluted. You're a rarity, you know. I brought you in expecting to bed you, but when you said no, I.. I'm no rapist, Feyre. You told me no, so now you're just going to serve under me as as a chamber maid. Fetch what I tell you to when I tell you to.\"\n\nAlyus couldn't look her in the eyes as he spoke, and instead focused on the wall. He shrugged before walking past Feyre, but the parchment he had been writing on before fell out of his pocket before drifting down to the floor. Alyus didn't notice this however, and stood in front of the fireplace with his hands behind his back.\n\n\"You were going to be a pet, essentially. All the nobles and lords of Gantrick would be pining to see you and buy you, but of course I'd never sell you. You'd.. You'd be mine and mine alone. But like I said Feyre, I'm no rapist. I'd never force myself onto you if you asked me not to. I haven't laid a hand on you since have I?\"\n\nAlyus raised his voice slightly, but not to scare her, simply to get his point across. He sighed, and was visibly irritated at.. Something. Perhaps whatever it was would be in the letter.."
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "Slowly, Feyre folded her arms in one another as she listened, her eyebrows raising and narrowing at certain parts as the king did a poorly job at explaining. She stayed out while he paced the room, trying to think of how any of this made sense. \n\n\"You say you're no rapist, but you can't deny you are a forceful man.\"\n\nA small giggle played out of the humans mouth as she shook her head and tilted it over at the King. He really was full of himself wasn't he.\n\n\"Weather you are or not doesn't change the fact you *Hunted* Me down, brought me here against *My* Will, and make me a maid. Your morals are still twisted, Your highness.\"\n\nIn no way was Feyre trying to correct him, but surly she had a point. And considering the options of her life at this point had little effect on her now... She knew this was her home and yet still knew she was going to speak her mind. But she couldn't shake the whole idea around it. A pet? What would that even entail? And why would anyone want to *Buy* Her? \n\nLetting her eyes fall to the floor she noticed the paper that Alyus was writing on and bent down to pick it up. Had she have known how to read- *Maybe* It would have been important to know what it said but- the kings writing was so fine and well written, she couldn't make out a single thing. So, she did the mature thing and simply cleared her throat to get his attention.\n\n\"You dropped something...\""
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"author": "King Alyus Archaius",
"message": "Her words truly hit home. He was a vile, angry and forceful man. Alyus let out a sigh but hearing that she had picked up something he dropped made him turn around. He noticed the piece of parchment in her hands and furrowed his eyebrows slightly. He took a few steps over before gently taking it from her hands and looking down at it. Alyus then let his eyes dart up to Feyre's before he continued to speak.\n\n\"As I said you are a rarity. Why would I go out of my way to harm you, or stand idly by when others hurt you.\"\n\nAlyus folded the parchment and placed it a bit deeper in his pocket. He then flicked his head slightly to the bed, his eyes narrowing. The King walked past Feyre and quickly reached under the bed before standing back up straight once more. As he turned around, he had the vulpe pup by the scruff, but he wasn't hurting it. It was growling, but the growls came out higher pitched seeing how small it was. Alyus raised an eyebrow at it before glancing over at Feyre.\n\n\"I meant what I said about this pup. If you want it, *You* Care for it.\"\n\nAlyus reached his arm out, handing the vulpe over to Feyre before wiping his hand down on his shirt.\n\n\"And as for your illiteracy, I will have my scribes start giving you lessons every day. So, from now on I expect you to wake up as early as me, bathe, eat breakfast and attend your lessons, is that clear? As for the rest of the day once you've finished your lessons-\"\n\nAlyus walked past Feyre, gently brushing by her as he did so. He looked out the window, the harsh winds seemingly have died down since Feyre first woke up.\n\n\"You may explore the castle, but as I've said, stay out of the undercroft. I've had the door locked so no one may enter without a key. The throne room is off limits as well should official matters be taking place. A guard will be posted outside of your door, and wherever you go, they will go, am I clear?\""
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "Feyre watched as Alyus man handled the poor Vulpe, making her rush over to scoop it up out of his hand. Once the deer-fox was safe in her arms, she trained her eyes on the King as he walked on, talking about a daily routine. \n\nIt all sounded so.. Formal. So bizarre. The confused human shook her head a moment to gather her thoughts- why would he want her to have lessons and-\n\n\"Wait a minute. I thought I was to be *Your* Maid. Where will you be if I cannot go with you?\"\n\nIt was a rather big statement to say out loud. But part of Feyre felt she was being scolded, punished even. Not that she knew those things considering she grew up alone. But this kind of living? It was so much different than what she was used to. \n\n\"If I'm so special why not you watch me? You saw what your guards did to me what if it happens again?\"\n\nHer eyes quickly searched Alyus's face for something, anything. For the thought of being with another large bear that could potentially hurt her was frightening. She didn't feel like waking up with another bruised leg. \n\nWhen the King brushed past her, she felt his warmth radiating off him; sending chills down her spine. It was always so cold here, yet he remained as hot as a summer day."
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"author": "King Alyus Archaius",
"message": "\"I am a King, Feyre, I can't baby sit you all day. I have a guard in mind that I.. I know won't hurt you. They're in training, but I trust them quite a bit.\"\n\nAlyus placed a hand on Feyre's shoulder, surprisingly gently, almost as if to comfort her. But just as quickly as he laid his hand on her, he pulled it away before clearing his throat. He straightened his shirt and gestured toward the closet.\n\n\"F.. Find something to wear, seeing as you are still in your night wear. There are plenty of dresses and shirts in my closet, and before you ask, the dresses are my mother's.\"\n\nAlyus let out a sigh before shaking his head at the implications of a man having dresses in his closet. In truth, he did indeed keep some of his mother's clothing in his own closet, but not to wear himself or to freely give out. He just never moved them after.. After her death. Without another word, the King made his way to the door.\n\n\"Your lessons will start tomorrow. As for today, I will send the guard that will be watching over you here immediately.\"\n\nAlyus then left without another word."
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "At the Kings mention of babysitting, Feyre puffed up her cheeks in slight frustration. What good was she to someone who wouldn't be there. Better yet, why did she have to be here at all then? It was all too much to understand for her.\n\nBut her train of thought stopped when Alyus put his hand on her, his warm palm gracing the open skin of her shoulder. And for once, she didn't flinch or run away. For once, she looked back up at him with the same calmness in her eyes. That is... Until he mentioned her attire. \n\nFeyre quickly darted her eyes away, hugging her furry friend closer to her chest to hold the lose fabric in-tact. \nShe wanted to speak up about the thought of wearing his own mother's dresses, but before she could get her first words out, Alyus had already made his way out of the bedroom.\n\nStanding in silence, Feyre stared there at the door for a long moment, just collecting her thoughts. Finally, she let out a long and sigh and lingered her way back to the large king size bed; plopping down and looking at her Vulpe.\n\n\"I don't need a babysitter. Right?\""
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"author": "General Ambience",
"message": "As the vulpe pup was plopped down next to Feyre, she looked up at her new master with a quizzical look. She tilted her head, letting out a low coo of sorts to the human's question. A short while later however, a knock at the door caused the pup to jump slightly. It gave a look to Feyre before it eyed the door cautiously. The knocking was much more softer than expected, and a figure could be seen casting a shadow at the foot of the door."
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "Feyre, too busy petting her companion, got startled when the knock upon the door interrupted her train of thought yet again. She looked around quickly, not knowing what to do, or who it was. But considering this was the kings bedroom, Feyre could only imagine it was Alyus coming back to scold her.\n\nSo, she swiftly got up and ran over to the wardrobe, opening it to find rows of elegant dresses. They were far more beautiful than the ones yen had dressed her in prior. As the human brushed her hand along each one she closed her eyes and plucked one from the rack, pulling out a shimmering ice blue and white dress that had a diamond train down the back. Her eyes reflected the sparkles in the sequence of the gown, truly amazed at how it looked. But would it look good on her?\n\nThe knock at the door once again threw Feyre into a panic; she tried her best to strip down and throw on the dress as fast as she could before racing back to the door to open it. \n\n\"Y-Yes-! I'm uh-\"\n\nAs soon as she opened the door Feyre looked high up to meet her new guard, her dress not properly zipped up causing it to fall down from her shoulders. She quickly caught it- *Thankfully* And gave a nervous chuckle as her cheeks swelled with embarrassment."
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"author": "Elora, Junior Guard",
"message": "A bright face would greet Feyre in the door as a tall blonde haired and blue eyed woman gave a nod in the human's direction. She was dressed in silver and red armor, but it almost looked as though it was a hair too big on her. It was clearly enchanted, seeing as when it was caught in the correct light, it shimmered in a vibrant light purple hue. On her back was a massive greatsword, and she had two pairs of twin daggers. One pair on either of her hips and the other pair in her boots. The woman must not have been much older than Feyre as she beamed happily at the human.\n\n\"Goodmorning, Miss Feyre! I am Elora, your personal guard.\"\n\nElora bowed her head, almost as if she thought Feyre were royalty or a noblewoman or lady of the castle. She took in Feyre's dress and her eyes widened slightly, notably in admiration. Elora bowed her head for quite sometime before standing up straight once more, her armor clanking rather clumsily given her size. She began to fiddle and adjust it a bit before drawing her attention to Feyre.. But then she caught eyes of the vulpe pup. Her expression visibly changed, and it was clear she almost became immediately infatuated with the little creature.\n\n\"Is.. Is that your pet? Oh.. It's so precious! What's it's name?\"\n\nElora remained a beaming smile the whole time, a welcoming sight to Feyre for sure. Aside from the chamberlain Yennifer, this was the only other friendly face the human had met during her time in Gantrick."
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "To the humans surprise, she would have never have guessed to be greeted by another... Human? Feyre gave an open mouth stare as she looked upwards to meet the woman's face. If it wasn't for that odd glow around her she wouldn't have seconded guessed it but- the pure blood came to realize there were *Plenty* Of surprises here in this castle.\n\n\"H-Hi.. Elora..\"\n\nFeyre backed away enough to let the guard in, giving a puzzled look at how she bowed to her. It was definitely odd to be treated in such a way, but the young girl didn't question it. However, when Elora asked about her new pet, Feyre glanced back to see the snow white Vulpe sitting happily on the bed. She hadn't yet come up with a name...\n\n\"Oh uhm.. I don't have one yet, King Alyus gave her to me.\"\n\nSlowly, Feyre started to walk back into the room; wobbling around in her unlaced dress that continuously kept slipping from her. Feyre was clearly underweight, her thin stature making it hard to hold any piece of fabric on her body."
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"author": "Elora, Junior Guard",
"message": "Elora tilted her head slightly and assumed she had been invited to come in, so with the clank of metal boots she stepped her way inside and immediately noticed the trouble the dress Feyre had on was giving her. She smiled slightly before walking behind Feyre and fixing her dress so it wouldn't slip anymore. Once Elora had fixed it for her she stepped aside and immediately cast her eyes over the vulpe pup.\n\n\"Well, her horns don't seem to have come in yet so she's very young.. I actually have a pet of my own. Lucius, come out handsome boy.\"\n\nElora then begins to coax a creature out of the hood on her neck and from it emerges a small creature, no bigger than Feyre's vulpe pup. It was a small dragon-like creature, but as it emerged from Elora's hood it climbed up her shoulder before leaping off, and beautiful blue and gold wings stretch out. Lucius began to flap furiously, clearly struggling just a bit with flying but he eventually stabilizes himself. Elora giggles a bit before holding a hand under him and allowing him to land.\n\n\"This is Lucius, he's a butterfly dragon. Not an *Actual* Dragon, but he can breath a bit of ice. Not enough to hurt anything, but he can cool a beer if you want him to. He's a sweetheart.\"\n\nAs Elora spoke, Lucius let out a small, faint irritated snort, a bit of mist blowing out of his small nostrils. He looked over to Feyre before eyeing the vulpe a bit curiously. He bent down and after a short moment, he left from Elora's hand, tackling the vulpe playfully as the two began to wrestle around. It was all quite harmless.\n\n\"Lucius himself is a baby as well and they.. They seem to be getting along well. So, Miss Feyre, what are your plans for the day. I can show you around the castle if you'd like, at least where you and I are allowed to go.\""
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "Feyre had started to make her way back over to the bed before she felt her torso gently jerk her back, making her gasp ever so slightly. She tilted her head back to find Elora lacing up her back corset for her. A small, sheepish smile painted her lips; for it was the first time she had ever smiled in a long time. \n\n\"Thank you.. I'll have to get used to wearing such fancy clothes now huh?\"\n\nFeyre took another glance down at Alyus's mothers dress, part of her still feeling guilty about wearing it. But her attention was drawn back to Elora when she heard a strange creature squeak. Her eyes widened in amazement seeing the butterfly dragon for the first time, it's beautiful paper wings opening to an array of colors. The pure blood chuckled a bit as it struggled to find its way around its master, but once Lucius saw the Vulpe, Feyre raised a brow. At first, she was worried her Fox-deer would hurt the little thing- but as they tumbled around the bed in playful banter, Feyre let out a sigh of relief.\n\nWhen Elora asked about today's plans she looked back to her in a little bit of confusion. What *Was* Today's plans? Feyre pondered a moment on what the two could do without getting in trouble, but nothing much came to mind. She didn't know this castle well at all.\n\n\"I suppose you could show me around? But..\" The pure blood slowly lifted up her dressed enough to show her bruised leg, it much more sore from falling down the flight of stairs from last night. \"I'm not sure how far I can walk..\" She gave a frown back to the guard, feeling bad for it even though it wasn't all necessarily her fault."
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"author": "Elora, Junior Guard",
"message": "Elora giggled slightly at the two creatures wrestling around on the bed before she turned her attention to Feyre. She frowned slightly as Feyre pointed out the bruise and bite on her leg. Tilting her head as she thought about what to do, her frown soon changed into a smile. Elora moved over to the larger part of the room where there was more space to move. She then began to do something perhaps Feyre would not expect. The armor on Elora began to bend and shift before suddenly fur began to sprout from the areas of skin that shown on her. It was almost as if Alyus was back in the room with her, as Elora then shifted into a polar bear.\n\nShe ruffled her fur, and bore a striking resemblance to Alyus in her bear form. But that could just be polar bear's look similar to others. Elora shook her head slightly, her armor still seeming just a hair too big as it grew in size with her. As she lifted her head, her bright, vibrant blue eyes would meet Feyre's. She was much, *Much* Smaller than Alyus, almost half his size, but she was still larger than Feyre.\n\n\"I could very well carry you on my back around the castle. You're small enough I probably wouldn't even feel you there.\"\n\nElora took a few steps forward toward Feyre before turning sideways to offer her back for Feyre to mount. She looked over to Lucius and let out a quiet whistle. The butterfly dragon lifted it's head from the blankets, and almost immediately afterward Feyre's vulpe did the same. Lucius then pushed off of the fox deer and began to clumsily fly over to Elora before climbing back into the cloak on her back.\n\n\"I promise I won't go to fast or drop you, but it's up to you, Miss Feyre.\""
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "Feyre watched Elora cautiously, still frightened by shapeshifters and bears in general. The kindness of her guard let her forget Elora *Wasnt* Human for a moment- her bear form coming to her as a surprise. But the humans nerves calmed when she met the bears eyes, that mutual understanding silently between them. She wasn't cruel like the King.\n\nBut... Riding a bear? Feyre wasn't too sure about that. She moved her eyes around Elora when she came up beside her, not sure how she would even get up onto her back. \n\n\"A-Are you sure..? How will I-\"\n\nGently, the human went to touch Eloras back, visibly nervous. She went through many phases of angles before finally crawling her way up onto the bear and stiffly sitting down, afraid to move a wrong way. If it wasn't clear to Elora now, Feyre was new to the world.\n\nThe small deer-fox jumped down from the bed and confidently hoped on the rear end of the bears back and curled up into a ball. The human had just met her new pet but they seemed to have already imprinted on one another."
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"author": "Elora, Junior Guard",
"message": "Elora helped Feyre up onto her back, leaning down as low as she could go before standing up once more. She looked back, her long neck and head being able to reach around almost completely to look at Feyre. Once she made sure the human was secure, Elora began to make her way through the door of the King's bedroom. The small polar bear began to make her way down the halls of the castle, passing by rooms and stopping occasionally should Feyre wish it. With each room they past, Elora would give a description and answer any questions Feyre may have had.\n\n\"And.. This is the grand library. God, there's too many books to even think about reading in there.\"\n\nElora then begin to continue on and eventually she came up to a large set of wooden doors, but she stopped in her tracks. She frowned slightly before turning to look at Feyre.\n\n\"Do you see the cloak in the bag at my side? I'd advise you put it on before we continue, it's going to get a bit colder for a few moments.\"\n\nShe waited, and once Feyre put on the cloak, Elora pushed open one of the doors and walked through. Once through, Feyre would be greeted with the flurries of snow falling gently from the sky. Above Elora and Feyre was a dome like magical shield, almost too clear to notice. Past the shield was the howling winds Feyre had heard outside of her window, but this magic caused only a gentle snow fall. It was chilly, and what looked like fresh snow was on the ground. The two were stepping out into a courtyard in the center of the castle.\n\nThe ground itself was covered in snow, but a path to the other side of the courtyard was seemingly untouched by the falling snow. As snowflakes fell over the path, they seemingly disappeared the moment they touched the cobblestone, almost as if the path itself was heated or warmed. Elora gently bent down, giving Feyre the opportunity to dismount from her back.\n\n\"It's not too cold, but I'd keep the cloak on since you're in a dress.\""
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"author": "lapdoll",
"message": "As the pair wondering around the castle, Feyre felt herself begin to relax on Eloras back. Her stiff muscles hanging loosely on the sides of the bear. However, once they passed the library... Feyre found herself getting flashbacks of Alyus pinning her against a bookshelf, being so close she forgot to breathe. The humans cheeks flushed a bit before she turned her eyes away from the room, glancing down at her hands that got mangled gently in the guards fur.\n\nIt was quite peaceful riding along a bears back like this; slow and calm. Each room within the castle was so large and spacious, elegant with a flair of different style and structure. And to think... She could roam it freely. \n\nWhen Elora instructed the human to put on a coat, she did so without question, bundling up two, three times over given it was big enough for her to do so. And as the large doors opened, Feyre took in the magical courtyard in awe. A small 'woah' left the girls lips as she tilted her head up to the sky, eyeballing each snowflake that slowly danced down to earth. And when Elora offered her to step down, Feyre surprisingly rejected- instead, she hugged herself a little closer.\n\n\"Say... Miss Elora? Do you like it here? Serving the king?\"\n\nShe hadn't talked much during their tour, but the little pure blood indeed had many questions buzzing through her head. And have Elora answer them... Well she only hoped she'd take them with the understanding that Feyre meant well. \n\nShe kept her gaze down, nervously petting the bear from time to time as she would gently twist and twirl that soft white hair inbetween her fingers. This next question coming out of left field.\n\n\"Does he... Bed you too..?\""
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"author": "The Tale Weaver",
"message": "The great hall of Gantrick's royal castle was typically a place where feasts would be held. A massive and long table stretched the majority of the room, with dozens of chairs lining each side. The largest sat at the very end, decorated in black, gold and red. Of course, this was the king's seat. Large stained glass windows decorated the western side of the hall, each pane depicting bears and wolves alike- likely a reference to not only Gantrick's long line of bear beastwalker royalty, but also the kingdom's close relationship with Lazaroth. The most beautiful and striking feature in the entire room however was the mural on the ceiling, which spanned the whole room. From the entrance of the hall to the end, it told a story.\n\nThe story in question was that of the Archaius family. Going back what seemed like generations, a handful of grizzly or black bears could be seen farther back in the Archaius family line. The farther down one looked however, the more common polar bears truly became in the family. Above the end of the table just about where the king would sit depicted Alaric, Cateline, Godwin and even Alyus Archaius standing together. The current king in the mural above was but a toddler when it was painted, and the space just after was left empty- likely for the next family to be painted there.\n\nIt seems Alyus had yet to fill that empty space."
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"author": "Tsar Alyus Archaius",
"message": "Today, the great hall had been transformed. Where a feast would normally be laid out with various food and drink had been replaced with books, scrolls, papers and maps. Where nobility or even visiting royalty would normally sit had been replaced with researchers, scholars, scientists, and historians from the various kingdoms who were willing to send them to the icy kingdom of Gantrick. The only constant was the chair at the end of the massive dining table, which was for a king and only a king.\n\nAnd a king now sat within it.\n\nAlyus was dressed a bit more casually than usual when in situations of visiting royalty. His crown was missing from his head, his long golden hair up in something of a bun, a black doublet wrapped around his chest and abdomen with a long, cream white shirt beneath it. The sleeves were rolled up just below Alyus's elbows. If Elora were here she would have commented on how Alyus looked like a commoner- and Feyre would have laughed. Scowling as he looked over a book on Gantrick's history, Alyus couldn't help but be distracted. Feyre had been well hidden, not a single trace of her left in Carnifex save for the faint lingering scent that seemed to taunt and torture the king.\n\n_ _\nThe researchers around him prattled and chirped away amongst themselves, all lost in their work. It felt like they were everywhere- like unwanted rats in a barn. They filled Alyus's beloved library as well, and he was sure to warn them all to not rip or harm a single page from one of his many books. Obviously the threat likely would never be acted on- but it was enough to remind them just who Alyus was. Regardless of whether or not the rumors of Alyus were true both in and out of his kingdom, many feared him. For now, Alyus would use that fact to his benefit. Especially if it meant his books would remain unharmed.\n\nAlyus was not the only royal in his castle however. King Astalios Dilitrios of Alynthi and Princess Alithia Zahavi were also present. A researcher had claimed to have found something that demanded their attention. He'd be along very shortly, as he needed to gather a few more bits of information from the castle's expansive library. While Alyus's attention was mainly on the book in his hands, the king found himself occasionally darting his gaze upwards to scan over the foreigners in his home- especially the Iron Stag. Alyus was not too familiar with Findara's princess, but Astalios and Alyus had a handful of opportunities to interact.\n\nThe way Astalios always seemed to look at Alyus caused the king's hair to stand on end. Not out of fear, nor anxiosness. It was an unease. One that could be compared to that of knowing bad news is about to be delivered. Alyus did not fear Astalios. But it was clear the two saw little eye to eye. Nevertheless, the bear king did not wish to be his father. He'd grin and bare that uneasiness for the sake of progress.\n\n*Even if he could be hiding the very thing they were looking for an entire kingdom away.*"
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"author": "Astalios, Iron King",
"message": "*For his part, Astalios had expected a frigid welcome. There was no reason to show any love between nations, not when they were so diametrically opposed on a myriad of issues. A seat assignment that was unfavorable was expected if not all but certain - and the slights that he might not have known existed some years before would doubtless rear their heads. His arrival had been formal enough, the proper niceties had been given and received. He had worn his armor of gilt-etched steel and his crown, the wreath of spearlike golden antlers seated tightly upon the black waves of hair. That was no indication of friendliness, but at least a signal that courtesy was to be obeyed.\n\nWhat he had not been expecting was to find the great hall of Gantrick Castle so transformed. The frigid capital Carnifex was not particularly known as a great center of learning in the same way as Gabaleron, Varilon, or Ardunon. Some level of unfamiliarity was to be expected, but the sight that greeted his eyes as he entered the great hall brought him first confusion, then ease. The banquet table, once ready to seat rows of nobility that would squabble all night and till the morning, had been transformed into a seating area for the central nodes of discussion. \n\nAlyus himself had sat apart from the table, perhaps himself unfamiliar with the works of scholarship that had to be performed upon it, scowling into the pages of his book as if it would yield results when he glared into it. Yet Astalios found many familiar faces and names among the researchers engaged in discussion, and after the brief formalities necessary when greeting his counterpart from Gantrick, he had found himself immersed in the crowd of researchers. Some he knew from Association meetings - though he was not acquainted with all three hundred he had mustered from his duchies, there were perhaps fifty men and women he had performed experiments and reviewed literature with, all of whom he held in high regard.*\n\n_ _\n*Where normally his expression was as steely as his garb, Astalios listened carefully to the discussions taking place, participating where he could as a part of them. Though he was not gaining the full picture, the process of mapping the glaciers through historical accounts was an interesting process, and he found himself engaged in conversation with a halfling Findaran cartographer, an Association member by his publications. He was surprised to hear that more than a few had read his publications on metallurgy.\n\nThrough it all came a half-smile. Gone were the stoic and thorny expressions normally levied at political conferences - amongst the dialogue of research being done, he had found himself quite at home. With a quick glance at the door, however, he realized he had begun to lose valuable time in the throng of discussion. He was a researcher, yes, but a king first, and a king must place the interests of the nation before his own. A few polite excuses and a promise to attend a demonstration later found Astalios taking a small, quiet breath before gathering his thoughts.\n\nThey would be hearing a presentation today of significant findings. He needed to hear them as king. Though the iron facade came over his face once more, a good deal of the tension that normally came from some degree of vexation was much lessened, and he approached the head of the table with a short, polite nod, hoping to cut to the chase as quickly as they possibly could.* \n\n\"Your Majesty. Are the presentations prepared?\" *He asked.* \"I was quite looking forward to any lead on the subject.\" *Though the data might have been preliminary, he knew, they needed such stups to follow avenues of thought towards something solid. Whatever the researchers had found seemed to be pointing them forward so far - and he was most eager to hear it. With pressure mounting inside his head and out in the world, there was precious little time.*"
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"author": "Tsar Alyus Archaius",
"message": "\"Yes. As far as I'm aware the individual who has stated to have discovered something of interest is finishing up in the library as we speak. He should be here shortly.\" Alyus returned a nod to the Iron King, and offered a second as Princess Zahavi approached. \"I believe he's actually a Findaran scholar, if my memory serves me.\" Alyus returned his gaze to the book in his hands, but his expression softened ever so slightly. Frowning his eyebrows for so long had quite honestly given the king a very minor headache. If not that, than the stress had caused it. Regardless, Alyus was as anxious to hear what the scholar had found as Astalios and Alithia.\n\nIf the warning proved to be true, their lives depended on it."
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"author": "The Narrator",
"message": "A few more moments had passed when the already ajar doors to the great hall creaked open a few more feet. In walked a heavy set orange dragonborn man stepped in, his robes clearly that of the Order of the Mage Hands, blue and white in color. There were scrolls peeking out from his belt, books stacked in his scaled hands, one of his curled horns chipped at the end. On his round face sat a pair of amusingly small glasses. Quickly his eyes darted to the three royals towards the other end of the table, and with a slight jerk he began making his way towards them. *\"Your majesties and highness-!\"*\n\nAfter a few seconds, the dragonborn finally arrived at the end of the table. Taking a quick moment to catch his breath, he cleared the area in front of the three royals to make way for his findings. After setting everything down, he quickly gave a bow and introduced himself. *\"-Draanxendrush Flintjaw Vankak, though I prefer Professor Draan if that is acceptable.\"* Standing up straight once more, the portly dragonborn adjusted the belt around his waist and fixed his slightly crooked glasses atop his snout. Looking over the scrolls and books he brought with him, the first thing Draan reached for was a map of Gantrick, as well as a few scrolls dating back to The Great Dying.\n\n_ _\n*\"Myself and my team decided to take an approach to this with The Great Dying in mind. I myself was not in Thyseer when you all heard the unknown voice speak to you, but I can't imagine I was the only one to think of dragons upon hearing 'the great terrors will return', and my colleagues agreed.\"* Eyeing each ruler to gauge how they felt about his statement, Draan continued. *\"With the dragons in mind, our research began just after they came into existence. I imagine I don't need to brush any of you up on their history, but if you need it that should contain everything you need to know.\"* Draan pointed to a book, *'A History of The Great Dying: Azmondious's Fall'*. *\"Now, the Xuldraydis's armies had various outposts, camps and bastions scattered across kingdom's under his empire; Gantrick and Lazaroth being the prime examples.\" Draan pointed to the map a few times, offering examples of where these outposts were known to be located.\n\n_ _\n*\"I nor my team have had a chance to investigate these outposts directly, but it is known that most were cleared out during the war. No known anomalies or strange magical occurrences were noted during that time.\"* Draan stood up straight, crossing his arms across his chest and scratching his chin. *\"There is, however, an outlier.\"* Reaching out, the dragonborn tapped on a large island to the north of Carnifex named Myrskeer. *\"This was the largest of Gantrick's dragon outposts, and yet there is no information on it anywhere. We have scoured every book, every scroll, every cranny in the library here but we've found nothing. There are only mentioning's of it in other documents.\"* Draan looked to Astalios, then Alyus, then Alithia, his eyes filled with curiosity.\n\n*\"It's my belief that the information about Myrskeer was purposefully hidden or destroyed, which if my hunch is correct on the 'great terrors' being dragons, this may be your best lead.\"* Realizing he had become a bit too informal, Draan bowed his head in apology and grew silent, allowing the rulers before him to mull over the information."
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"author": "Astalios, Iron King",
"message": "*The presence of the princess gave him some room for thought. She was almost painful to look at, even when exchanging dutiful nods or glances in an official capacity. He returned her polite gesture with a nod of his own - but he could not help a pang of loss shooting through him every time they met. She looked too much like her brother for him not to be reminded of the way fortunes had turned for the Findaran royal family after his death. Their father sick in bed, his heir dead, and the new successor this woman pulled from her scholarly duties to assume a more political role. \n\nDuty extended to much more than friendship when it came to Findara. Their crown prince had given his life supporting Alynthi in a war far outside their own borders, and that bound them by blood more securely than any marriage pact in his estimation. What ally witnessed such a selfless action and then abandoned them in a time of need? She need have only asked for a favor, and it was hers. A melancholy cast to his face began to seep in slowly around the edges before Alyus spoke, and he returned to the present day.*\n\n\"Good.\" *He nodded in appreciation.* \"The sooner the better.\" *What the lead might be, he had no idea, but there was so little to go on at the moment that anything would be welcome. The researchers had been given carte blanche to attack the problem from whatever angle they thought was best, and with Findara's noted magical tradition, there was good reason to believe this scholar was well acquainted with the intimacies of the arcane arts.\n\nWhen the dragonborn made his way through the doors and popped into the room, Astalios gave him a once-over, then listened to what he had to say. Thinking of dragons seemed plausible enough - one angle for the issue at hand, at least. Terrors had indeed been visited upon the people of Lucidien by the dragons of old, and if they were to return, a calamity would be the result. War on a scale he had never seen.*\n\n_ _\n***War, his mind whispered to him. On a scale he had never seen.**\n\nForcing the thought from his mind, Astalios leaned over the table to examine the map, noting the locations of the outposts. Most controlled rivers or passes, as one would want a fortress or camp to do. The island controlled no major waterways - with the ice encroaching every winter, ships had many difficulties reaching it. It was remote, in every sense of the word. The documentation surrounding it being destroyed could simply have been an attempt to cover up atrocities committed on the island during the era, but it was by no means not worth investigation.*\n\n\"You have identified a good angle from which to approach the problem, professor.\" *He murmured as his eyes roved over the map of the island. Hs raised his head to glance back at Alyus before straightening back up.* \"I thank you and your team for the work done thus far in gathering information, and His Majesty for being forthcoming in providing it.\"\n\n\"With His Majesty's permission, and Her Highness's approval, a group should be sent to investigate. At least one of the researchers from your team, two to three rangers from Gantrick who know the area well, pack animals, a mage or two. In the interest of celerity, I believe flight might be the best mode of transportation - the terrain is difficult to traverse, and I do not know of any wayshrines nearer to the island than here in Carnifex.\""
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"author": "Tsar Alyus Archaius",
"message": "Watching quietly, Alyus noticed the subtle changes in Astalios's face as he spun the tale of his horrible father and childhood. He was not seeking pity from either the Iron King nor Alithia, but he couldn't help but hope the two of them would at least understand his reluctance to return to such a place. Alaric was a master at hiding his atrocities done to his family- Skelbrand was a place where he was free to do as he pleased without any prying eyes. Astalios's words of sympathy brought some relief to Alyus's heavy chest, but his request for privacy gave the king slight pause. His brow slowly fell forward into something of a frown, but not one of anger or irritation. Simply of thought.\n\n\"Of course.\" Was all Alyus replied with. Eyeing the table and map one more time, the king turned and headed through the large set of doors behind the chair he was sitting in, which led to the kitchens of the castle. After all, the Great Hall was usually used for feasts, not planning searches and staving off great threats. The doors soon shut with a loud click, and now Astalios and Alithia were free to discuss as they pleased, Alyus clearly out of earshot."
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"author": "Astalios, Iron King",
"message": "\"Many thanks, Your Majesty.\" *He exhaled, waiting to say anything much more than that before Alyus left the room. He studied the man's figure as it traveled away through grand doors, revealing a small glimpse of the castle kitchens behind them. What on earth was he to do with such information? At least the boy had taken it rather well - he needed a moment to regroup and collect his thoughts. He had been briefed on many situations that might have come up at the second meeting, but this...\n\nHis eyes turned to the remaining occupant of the room. Silver hair, blue eyes. Curving horns. Something in the face, too - though smaller and less weathered by the passage of the years and the tender ministrations of warfare, there was the likeness of her brother. A fleeting thought passed through his mind like the glint of a fish's scales in a stream. Should things have been slightly different, he might have been standing shoulder to shoulder with Temperance in this very room, facing down the challenges of the day together. \n\nHis mouth quirked downward for a moment as he prepared himself to face the new reality. Temperance was gone. He had seen the body. Now was the time for action, and neither he nor Alithia could bring back the dead. They had to move forward with what they had. What they had happened to be each other. For the sake of both their realms, he hoped that would be enough. He could certainly work towards becoming enough.*\n\n\"...I was prepared to hear a good deal of news in coming to Carnifex Keep.\" *He exhaled, the mask of political civility dissolving under the force of extreme concern and some measure of confusion.* \"But I must admit - that was a new development I have no idea how I could have prepared for. Neither do I know what it means to ask nor what it means to accept or refuse on the grand stage.\"\n\n_ _\n*Steel lobstered gauntlets came up to his eyes, peeling back over his wrists with the use of his magic to expose the weathered hands beneath as he rubbed at the bridge of his nose.* \"...On this particular battlefield, I constantly find myself woefully outmatched. I find it fortunate he took that well. My apologies for the interruption, but to make that decision, I wished to ask your advice.\""
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"author": "Princess Alithia Zahavi",
"message": "The princess' face remained neutral until Alyus had left the room. His quick acquiescence was a welcome surprise. She had long ago given up on reserving judgement on the actions of others, such attempts always proved fruitless in the end. The notion seemed ridiculous, to expend energy convincing oneself of lies about others. Judgment was often necessary, and more often than not well placed. It seemed her initial judgement of the Bear king proved less accurate than that of the latter. \n\nThen again she should have known the latter better to begin with. This was the man, that histories were to be believed, that her late brother had taken under his wing during the campaign. Perhaps a fanciful notion, but when younger Alithia had always believed that this might mean the Alynthi heir was in some ways similar to her. Yes, they were both scholars, but other than that the similarities seemed few. \n\n\"Yes, I too expected more than what we've learned. I am especially disappointed in the seemingly cursory nature of this investigation. Months have passed yet no onsite investigations have occurred. The Bear King seemed surprised by the revelations relating to the keep, however, his reaction seemed slightly overstated to say the least.\" She sighed, kneeling and pressing her palm to the floor in order to detect any nearby magic that might indicate listening ears. When she righted herself, her voice was lowered regardless. \n\n\"I understand that the location might bring up sensitive memories for the king, but the reaction seemed more. I would be inclined to say there is something to hide there except that he asked you to go directly.\" She paused, expression still impassive before she continued. \"What are your reservations?\""
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"author": "Astalios, Iron King",
"message": "*Thankfully, things seemed to proceed apace once Alyus had left the room. It was still not a safe environment to talk, truly - even beyond magical wards, there were many ways to listen in on conversations in a conventional manner - but the relative privacy and the way Alithia reacted made it easier to continue speaking. She was no Temperance, that was to be certain, but neither was she unpleasant. The winds of change moved through the sands of time, and they were meant to move with them.*\n\n\"It has been such a short time that I had little expectation that anything concrete would be found just yet.\" *He shrugged, letting his hand fall from his brow as the steel re-encased it in its armored skin. There was a * \"Yet it was the purpose of this research agreement to ensure that all leads, no matter how small, should have the resources to be explored. We are dealing with a potential cataclysm, after all. There is little time for peer review when we cannot afford it.\" \n\n*Overstated, he thought, was an understatement. The boy had been positively destabilized in the wake of the mention of the manor. Though perhaps it was understandable he would be so shaken, the level to which he had been touched by the event was beyond much except his experiences of men taken by battle shock - and even than, those men were not often shaken. He mulled it over for a moment, trying to find the words for a proper summation of his thoughts.*\n\n\"While my first instinct,\" *He started slowly.* \"Was to say that I am not necessary for his protection - which is true, of course, any guardsman can perform that duty. I have other duties that I must perform as a statesman. Yet I hesitate to say that I...\" *He stopped short, lowering his voice as he continued, forcing the words from his mouth.*\n\n_ _\n\"...It was as if a child was sitting there, asking for help. I know this is no political motive, and the fact remains that he is neither a child nor should he behave like one. Yet...\" *His fingers drummed along his bracer as his arms crossed, face set in a frown.* \"There is some opportunity here for a mending of relations, or perhaps a beginning of change. The boy is likely to appreciate someone's help, which may mean in turn he is more like to listen when he is offered advice or treaties in the future. Perhaps this may be an opportunity for long term investment into Gantrick's future.\"\n\n\"...And.\" *He admitted, though the words were bitter in his mouth.* \"Try as I might to ignore it, I have seen too many broken children not to feel as though I am abandoning one should I make the obvious decision. I know not what to do. My own biases are likely clouding my judgment in this instance.\""
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"author": "Princess Alithia Zahavi",
"message": "Astalios' tone was slightly more acerbic than she'd expected from the generally dour man. His thoughts surrounding Alyus had never been unclear, but his repeated reference to the other monarch as a child was not without notice. \n\n\"I believe a more pressing worry may have been the possibility of a trap. It did not sound as though he was looking for your protection. In fact, I believe it sounded as though he did not wish to join the party at all. That seems negligent, in my opinion, and it would be my preference that at the very least he is there to assist with the investigation given his familiarity with the location.\" She paused, eyes flicking down to the maps before returning to the king. \n\n\"That is not to say that you must or should accompany him. I believe there should be at least one or two other representatives from either Findara, Alynthi, or Thyseer, but they need not be either of us. A high ranking noble or minor royal would be my preference. I believe that my mistress of magic may be a good fit for such a journey, she has enough experience with adventure to... Protect the King should things become perilous.\" Though her tone remained flat, an eyebrow quirked at her purposeful word selection. \n\n\"In sum, I believe that his presence on the expedition, but our roles may be filled by proxy if you have anyone you'd trust with the task.\""
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"author": "Astalios, Iron King",
"message": "*The point was well made, frankly. The investigation had been going on in Alyus's castle, where he had free access to the researchers involved. It would have been simple to bribe one of them to say they had made some revelation on a personally connected location, then lure one of them to the island. The method was available to him, but the motive he was less sure of.*\n\n\"A trap is possible.\" *He conceded, rubbing his chin with one hand.* \"Yet I am hard-pressed to see his motive to set one. What purpose would it serve in the grand scheme of things? My death would only earn him more enmity, and a war he can scarcely hope to win. I doubt his allies would rush to his aid so quickly given the circumstances of such an inciting incident. Our armies are already mustering in preparation for this disaster to come - and with coordination and celerity, we would be in Carnifex Keep before my body had gone cold.\"\n\n*Gantrick was cold, but the slave caravans had their magics that allowed for travel through the frost and terrain. Slavers were easily bought, and in the case of such an event, he had long since bought one. Proper preparation was the first part of battle, Temperance had said. If you do not possess the disposition to fight, you have already lost...\n\nHe collected his thoughts for a moment, pausing to process the rest of what she had said. Concealing the truth was very possible indeed, and he could see quite a few motives for that. It was therefore quite necessary to have someone accompany him. The problem came with the specifics of his request. He had no doubt that Findara's Grand Mistress was excellent at her craft, with the Mage Hands being so close by.*\n\n\"She would do as a proxy for you, I think.\" *He agreed, mulling it over for a moment.* \"But given that I was asked for by name, it would be hard not to slight the boy by offering a proxy. Beyond that, my Mistress of Magic has as of late been quite affected by the events at Sorevelle... As you may have seen.\"\n\n_ _\n*His mouth tightened into a grim line at that, brows furrowing. He needed her here. Once they had been friends - and now, as his father's choice for Grand Mistress, she was the member of his council most necessary for investigations such as these, yet he found himself adrift.*\n\n\"In short, I agree with your assessment, and would welcome the presence of your Mistress of Magic - but in order for this to go smoothly, my own presence might be required. It was a direct request. Decidedly unambiguous.\""
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"author": "Draconian Marcus",
"message": "*Marcus assembled a basket from twigs and sticks, and once he had a decently made one, he put all of the meats he collected into it, before he went back to slaying.* \"So how are you doing on your meat collectin?\" *He shouted, hoping Femi heard him. He plucked a few vegtables from the ground, possibly he could roast or boil those? He tried going back, but he went too far and ended up getting lost.*"
},
{
"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n*To make matters worse, a sandstorm was coming... And so, the man decided to raise his voice to warn the lizard, and let him get a general indication of in which direction he had to go. It didn't cost him much to do that, and he possibly saved a life. (Contrary to what he had been taught).*\n\n-Get over here, you scaly reptile!-\n\n*He himself had gathered prey less than for one person, counting on that the draconian had gotten a bit carried away, so would probably exceed his catch. The human knew he had to not take more than he needs.*\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
},
{
"author": "Draconian Marcus",
"message": "\"Coming!\" *He ran towards where he heard Femi, leaping over rocks, and then climbing on a taller one to get leverage and an overview, seeing Femi and running over to him, the basket jostling with meats and vegetables, he then stopped to the right of Femi, catching his breath and then waving.* \"I... Got SO much meat... I think we should be good for two days at least...\" *He showed the basket.*"
},
{
"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n*Wincing at the humongous amount that the lizardfolk had hunted, the man, born to kill, still felt remorse for this wastage of food. Sure, they'll eat it eventually, but he preferred to hunt for EVERY eating time. Breakfast? Go hunt it yourself. Supper? Go hunt. Dinner? Go hunt. He wasn't used to taking more than he could eat.*\n\n-Do you want a lecture, or you'll promise me you won't hunt that much again?-\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
},
{
"author": "Draconian Marcus",
"message": "\"I promise I won't hunt that much, but staying healthy requires not just exercise, but a well consistent, healthy diet! Hence the vegetables and meat, and I believe I could make some wonderful dishes with these!\" *He smiled with joy, hoping maybe he could get some money for all of this.*\n\n*Well, some of it anyways, he needed to save some for them of course! Always sell when cooked for a decent price. Whatever he can't eat, he could give away or sell! Simple, helpful, and effective!*"
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"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n-Does this desert look freezing cold to you? There's plenty of water, if you know where to look.-\n\n*Still keeping up the \"Shut-the-phack-up-i-dont-give-a-sheet\" Attitude, the man, who we will probably never know the name of, due to a certain SOMEONE not asking for literally the whole interaction, once again, simply ignored the physical contact they were making.*\n\n*In his mind, alcohol was only applicable in dire situations, such as aforementioned cold. It is proven that alcohol indeed can help warm a person up, but even then, the human didn't drink much. Even in an arctic desert hen't dare get drunk.*\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
},
{
"author": "Draconian Marcus",
"message": "*Marcus realizing how much of a forgetful dumbass he was, realized he never asked the humans' name.* \"Say, what's your name, human?\" *He smiled, still keeping a friendly attitude.* \"Plus, tonight is a reason to celebrate, mainly for me!\" *He looked at the human.* \"Today was my arrival! I want to make this first adventure mine something to remember and celebrate, this is a good way to, to drink and eat with someone I love and care about!\" *His face got warmer than usual, he was blushing.*"
},
{
"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n-Femi. Femi Saidi.-\n\n*Being the charming party-pooper he was, the human responded quite cooly (cool as in temperature - not cold, but not warm either. Nothing to do with \"Acting cool\"). However, since that tone prevailed in almost every one of his response, Marcus surely would've have gotten used to it by now. After all, what could you expect from a person in his first actual conversation with someone that isn't his mentor?*\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
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"author": "Draconian Marcus",
"message": "\"It is really nice to meet you Femi, I'm Marcus Haisenville. Now, how about we get to burning this meat!\" *He chuckled and began to attempt to start a fire, in which he was successful. Survival 100! But all jokes aside, he made a decent flame and arranged twigs and metal from his golem buddy to make a makeshift grilltop. Speaking of which, how's our litle buddy doing? Well, he was playing with a few scorpions, they seem to be having a lot of fun, ignoring Femi and Marcus but... It is hard to tell what game they're playing, it looks like a combination of tag and hide-and-seek.*"
},
{
"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════ \n\n*The human moved away from the fire. In this temperature and climate, not much was needed for a fire. A twig can burst into flames at any given moment, since they are dryer than my eyes after a long gaming session. Besides, he didn't need even more heat. Marcus should've waited until nighttime, when it's cold...*\n\n-I've never seen scorpions act like that...-\n\n*Commenting on the golem playing with the wildlife, Femi watched in awe, as the same creatures he hunted for food were now acting... Almost unnatural. Scorpions didn't live in colonies/packs, did they?*\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
},
{
"author": "Draconian Marcus",
"message": "*But this is a fantasy world full of dragons and other mythical beasts, so maybe the unnatural scorpions are alright for right now. But the little baby boy... Girl? Thing. We'll give it they/them pronouns. But they yawned and waved goodbye to their newfound friends, returning to Marcus and poked Marcus' leg gently. As if began to make grabby hands, as Marcus chuckled and lifted the baby and it fell asleep again in his arms. Marcus watched the meat cook, and when it was done, he made kebabs with the vegetables he picked out and roasted.*"
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"author": "Draconian Marcus",
"message": "\"*He ate his own food, sitting close to Femi.* \"How do you like it, Femi? Did I do a good job on it?\" *He was smiling all the time, how in the hell does he get so happy? Why is he so caring? The only way to get that information is to ask him, but he would probably ask for something in return.*"
},
{
"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n*Raising the tension (either similar, or unlike a certain chef that I've mentioned numerous times before), Femi savored the bite, examining the flavor. Hopes and tension was high... Or should I say, hopes and dreams? (haha funny undertale Best Boi™️ reference*\n\n-Best thing I've eaten in my entire life.-\n\n*Taken he'd been mostly eating cooked scorpions and snakes for his entire life, this was probably truer (yes, that is a word) than if a city person had said it. Anyhow, Marcus, y u not in kitchen yet, ты амогус такой.*\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
},
{
"author": "Draconian Marcus",
"message": "*Marcus was hardly able to contain his excitement at his newest accomplishment.* \"So, since I made such a good dinner, why so serious, Femi?\" *Haha, funny Batman referance go brrrrrr. Anyways, he ate some more.* \"Is it just... Like... Did something happen to you in your childhood that shaped you to be the hardened man you are now? Even the toughest creatures have a softer inside.\""
},
{
"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n*What's a batman tho.*\n\n-Ever since I was a child, Master has taught me how to fight and kill. I can kill painfully. I can kill quickly. I can kill silently. I can kill ten armed men. Kill an important person and get away? Nobody will ever know I was there. I was raised to be an assassin. And assassination is what I do.-\n\n*Without elaborating who is Master, the human explained. Of course, normally you wouldn't hear anything of this from Femi, but the great meal had untied his tongue...*\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
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{
"author": "Draconian Marcus",
"message": "*Marcus stood at the front of the boat, jumping towards the hot desert sand below.* \"Wow, that us niiiiiice...\" *He enjoyed the sand between his claws, as he looked around, not really much was there, but he could see a town in the distance. He added the metal used to construct the boat to his golem, as his assistant turned into half the size of him, and when Marcus made a hand signal, the golem made a telescope for Marcus to use.* \"Here we go...\""
},
{
"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n*A human, one of the few that were left, was traveling the desert. He had been lost in a few snowstorms, and now was trying to find a place he recognized... And hey-ho, here we go! A lagoon! This will definitely help him in his venture.*\n\n*But, of course, it wasn't going to be so easy. The man, who seemed to be of Egyptian origin (taken that they have existed), spotted a boat... With people on it. But of course, the man didn't know he had a bounty on him (and all other humans), so he just simply approached the boat, very menacingly (because why not?).*\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
},
{
"author": "Draconian Marcus",
"message": "*Marcus noticed the man, a bit confused. In his foolishness, he went and approached this man, with good intentions. Marcus knew about the bounties, but to him they were pointless. Humans, like any other species, should be protected at all costs, no matter what. He hoped the human knew Marcus had good intentions, his golem followed close behind. The golem seemed almost childlike. It made cute sounds, giggles, babbles, and it seemed unintelligent, simply walking up the man, saying gibberish and waving metal that was shaped like an arm.*"
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"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n*Of course, the man's first instinct would be to obliterate the metal creature, but since it's very cute, I, being practically god, wished my will upon the human, making him just ignore the golem. Yr'oue welcome.*\n\n*Halting his approach near the large lizard, the man was clearly towering around a feet above the lizard's height, and being more toned muscles, but, since he has been sharpening himself like you would sharpen a sword (metaphorically) since he was a child, that is probably to be expected.*\n\n-Just arrived here?-\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
},
{
"author": "Draconian Marcus",
"message": "*The metal golem baby waddled back to Marcus, babbling.* \"Come here, bud...\" *He picked up the baby as it made anmetallic sounding yawn and it fell asleep in his arms, burying it's face into his chest.* \"Yes, I just came here, I mainly came here looking for common metals, but it looks pike I found gold.~\" *He chuckled, trying to jokingly flirt with the man.*\n\n*He loved to do this sometimes, he thought about asking the man to go to the town with him, it seems like the man might knew where to go for a good drink.*"
},
{
"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n-It's my gold. Go look for gold elsewhere.-\n\n*And of course, the draconian's Charm failed... But only because the man was literally a rock. In more ways than one. For example, while fighting, his fists hit hard as a rock. Then his personality was also rock. Damn, he's a real rock. Femi = rock confirmed?11?!!1!?!?1???1!!!*\n\n*Anyhow he didn't know where to go for a good drink... Mostly because he's been to a city only twice. And in both, nobody saw him. He was a shadow. Even here, in the open desert, it was possible to sneak up on someone... You just have to know how. Also, the gold he mentioned? The Egyptian was wearing quite a few carats of gold on him, the most of it going towards the ankh pendant he possessed.*\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
},
{
"author": "Draconian Marcus",
"message": "*Marcus smiled, he didnt mind that flew over his head.* \"I didn't mean literally...\" *He gently cradled the baby his arms, rocking him side to side, as it coo'd in its sleep.* \"Anyways, I'm Marcus, what's your name, human?\" *He gave a warm smile, get it? Cuz he's a dragon! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, I'm funny.* \"Though I must compliment your fashion! Very strange, in a good way, of course!\""
},
{
"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n*I don't understand the humorous correlation between a warm smile, and a draconian (which is not a full dragon). Anyhow, it failed again, because it will be rather hard to get this human to feel anything. He is meant to fight, not be an ambassador of any sorts.*\n\n-Femi Saidi.-\n\n*Keeping his responses concise, the man who had a bounty since birth, responded to only half of what Marcus had said. This' going to be one tough experience for Marcus, trying to teach a rock emotion... I wonder if it's actually possible, though? Maybe rocks DO have emotions, only we will never know?*\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
},
{
"author": "Draconian Marcus",
"message": "*Marcus vontinued to cradle the little baby as it grabbed on it, cutely nomming on a random plate on it.* \"Anyways, would you like to accompany me into town? I know people want their hands on you, but I can try and protect you. You look like you are more used to stealth and violence. I can talk us out of the situation, if not, I got this little guy to help me.\" *He stroked the \"Head\" Of the little golem. Marcus looked down at the golem and then back at Femi.* \"Aren't they just the cutest?\" *He whispered, looking to the golem, who continued to do the noms.*"
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"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n*'Tis indeed is humorous to myself, for it's me, your best friend... FUNNY GOAT MANN OF HYPERDEATH, cough. Sorry, I'l stop.*\n\n*Anyhow, the human wasn't stressed. All he cared about was getting to the top, and he suppressed his stress until the end of the fight, where, if he won, he had no or less stress, but if he lost... Well, if he lost, he either dies or falls into a coma for 82585135 years. Yes, that is an exaggeration, because exaggerations are rather humorous. Just like me having played Amorous. If you know what that is, congrats. If you don't, I suggest you stay as far away from that as possible.*\n\n-If you insist.-\n\n*Although not used to gentle physical contact (only doing a little bit of trolling by Star Platinum'ing people), he tried his best. Embracing the dragonborn probably wasn't going to harm him, unless he was planning on using his metal magic to pull off a Risotto VS Doppio, or try and trickstab the human, so the man was on his guard.*\n\n*That's a lot of useless information in these two paragraphs. I like it.*\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
},
{
"author": "Draconian Marcus",
"message": "*Marcus had put the golem down before then. He made sure to give the hug a nice comfortable squeeze. This wasn't just some quick hug, no, he held Femi there. Then the little golem used a copper bowl within its stash to carry water and use it on the sand, attempting to make a little sandcastle, just being cute. But anyways, Marcus kept on hugging Femi, almost as if it would be the last thing he would hug, which definitely was not the case, he rubbed Femis back gently, trying not to hurt him by accident.*"
},
{
"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n*As stoic as one can be, the man endured it, even if he wasn't a fan of this. He couldn't remember the last time he had this kind of physical contact... Or if he even had this kind of physical contact. He was patient enough.*\n\n*And the dragonborn was lucky that the human considered him to not be in his path. Because if he would... Let's say that I might get a little carried away, because I am a dangerous person, because I can think of some very disturbing torture methods.*\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
},
{
"author": "Draconian Marcus",
"message": "*Marcus continued to hug, leaving Femi in a nice, comfortably tight embrace, that could figuratively melt anyone's heart with how nice this hug could be, he rested his head on Femi's, enjoying this close bonding they were doing. He never got to do this often this too often, but he still loves it wither way, no matter what. He rests his head on Femi's.*"
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"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n*The human coped, seethed, but didn't mald. Malding's bad for your hair, y'know? And so, feeling rather suppressed, the man didn't move, like that one animal playing dead to fool its predator... Yes, he knew how to defend. Only he didn't do that much. He just didn't get hit.*\n\n*Also, so much for being 7ft tall, innit?*\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
},
{
"author": "Draconian Marcus",
"message": "*Marcus finally let go, smiling and containing his happiness and excitement.* \"There we go! Feel any bette\" *He hoped he made Femi feel better. He checked up on the golem, who had completed the moat of its sand castle and was now filling it with water and it giggled.*"
},
{
"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n-No.-\n\n*While writing this simple word, I saw it as extremely humorous in the provided context... Because such a bold answer is always going to draw attention. This is peak boldness and ego right here. Perhaps the embrace had come a little too early in their relationship? Also, still laughing at the happiness-killer word \"No\".*\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
},
{
"author": "Draconian Marcus",
"message": "*He kept thinking and thinking about ways they could bond when he heard Femi's response, and then he got an idea, a brilliant one.* \"How about we go out for lunch? Maybe we can go to a tavern and get something to drink! Then maybe we can talk about things that we wanna talk about!\""
},
{
"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n-How well can you hunt? The sand is hot enough to cook meat, if you want to eat.-\n\n*Although he could go without food for a good few days, the human still tried to eat as much and often as possible. You never know when you'd get your next meal, do you? That was his philosophy, regarding this question.*\n\n-Scorpions are rich on protein, and I've seen plenty around here.-\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
},
{
"author": "Draconian Marcus",
"message": "*Marcus patted his sword.* \"Don't worry, I can take care of the meat! I can go and get some for us. I can also prepare a campfire for us, if you'd rather prefer to keep distant from the town.\" *He smiled and went outwards towards the desert, ready to find some food.* \"C'mon, buddy!\" *The golem noticed and waddled over to Marcus, leaving tracks in the sand.*"
},
{
"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n-I'll get more in a faster time period than you, unarmed. And I prefer using the sand to cook things, such as merchant feet.-\n\n*Yes, there have been some... Incidents like this in the past. Attacking merchant caravans, and then a bit of cooking their feet in the hot desert sands. Reason? I forgor lol.*\n\n*The human still kept ignoring the golem. He didn't see it to be even worth paying attention to it. The golem could be building a thermonuclear bomb, and the man wouldn't give two shizz's*\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
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{
"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n*A man was traversing these dangerous and hot lands, skillfully maneuvering between the quicksand, as it soon becomes obvious that he knows the desert well. However, even so, he uses his staff to check his surroundings. You can never be too careful, can you?*\n\n*The man seems to be dressed as what we, in real life, would expect an ancient Egyptian aristocrat, or even royal, look like. A black sleeveless shirt, a dress-like something (I do not possess the ability to explain what it is or looks like), and quite a bit of gold jewelry, that didn't seem to convey the heat of the sun... Or perhaps it was just reflecting enough light to not heat up to a dangerous level.*\n\n*His staff looked like a shepherd's staff, but a very notable thing was the ankh pendant on his chest. It hid a secret blade... But why did he need that? And how was he so versed in the desert ways? The answer will be provided shortly... Over the span of a few or many messages.*\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
},
{
"author": "Habin Moro",
"message": "*Habin had always been quite nomadic. He jumped from place to place just rolling along, and had experienced many different climates and enviorments. \n\nDue to this, he had developed an idea that medium to heavy armor was the best type as it gave a higher chance of survival against the many dangers of each enviorment.\n\nAt the moment however, this advantage had become the bane of his existence. As the suns rays shone down on his metal armor, it became super heated causing Habin himself to heat up exponentially. \n\nHe slowly and sluggishly made his way through the desert, unaware of the impending doom that is quick sand, due to him being affected by the heat.*"
},
{
"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n*The human did not possess any armor, since he considered agility to be the best defense. However, the bright light and heat waves made it hard to distinguish things at a distance, so the man could barely make out a person out there... Which, most likely, wasn't a human.*\n\n*The man put his hand to his eyes, as to block out most of the sun, and surely enough, there seemed to be something shining... Something like a suit of armor. And even if he WAS an assassin, he didn't like when people died near him... At least if they weren't killed by his hands.*\n\n*And the quicksand were definitely not his hands. So, he decided to spare whoever was there the hassle of falling into one of these pits, and maneuver his way as quick as possible to the person... Hoping that he wouldn't arrive too late.*\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
},
{
"author": "Habin Moro",
"message": "*Habin's eyes were lazer-focused on the ground as he found himself unable to look up at anything due to the blazing sun. His feet kept dragging along, kicking sand all over the place as he pulled them through the sand.*\n\n*He felt himself kicking more and more sand, feeling it at his thigh. With that, his eyes suddenly snapped awake. The quick sand pit was large and deep and the more he moved the more he seemed to sink in.*\n\n\"HOLY SHIT, WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE FUCKING EARTH\"\n\n*Habin screamed for help while he sunk deeper and deeper, trying to think of a spell that could get him out of this situation. However, the panic that comes with being legitimately buried alive had left his knowledge of spells non-existent.*"
},
{
"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════\n\n*It seemed that the human was too slow. I doubt that Sonic would've made it over these pits, though. Probably would sink and die midway. Overrated hedgehog.*\n\n-Stay where you are! Don't move!-\n\n*The man could now see the person more clearly. He didn't look as bizarre as others he had met, but still wasn't exactly human... Were there even any humans in this world apart from himself?*\n\n*Deciding that it would be quicker to rely on luck, the man began to run through, sometimes sinking a bit into a pit, before regaining his footing. Soon enough, he was next to the pit that the armored guy was sinking into.*\n\n-Don't move. I'll try to get you out. Moving will make it worse.-\n\n══════════ ⋆★⋆ ══════════"
},
{
"author": "Habin Moro",
"message": "*Habin, panicked at this very moment, was not prone to kindness and understanding, and his response became aggressive in tone.*\n\n\"WELL NO SHIT!\"\n\n*Due to Habin's shouting, a small little butterfly dragon had seemingly awoken, flapping its monarch butterfly wings and flying out of the backpack Habin was carrying. The little dragon rubbed its eyes and had a big yawn, smacking its lips some with its eyes half-closed.*\n\n*As it looked down, however, its eyes snapped open and it started flying around in a panic as she watched her owner sink into the ground.*\n\n*Seeing this, and not wanting his pet to panic, he attempted to calm her down.*\n\n\"Souei, it's alright, this man is helping me. I'll get out, kay?\"\n\n*Speaking of said man, Habin didn't much worry about who he was or what race he happened to be because even if this man were human, sinking into the pit outweighed that. Of course, him being human is impossible, right?*\n\n*Habin extended his hand and tried to somewhat wrap his hand around the staff before grabbing it. Souei landed on his head, anticipating the pull from the kind stranger.*\n\n\"Alright I'm ready.\"\n\n*His hand slightly tightened in anticipation.*"
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"author": "General Ambience",
"message": "*The Aasimar Essme and Tiefling Kamors began to tumble, their clothes being covered in a hot sand. It was midday, so the sun was at it's highest point in the sky. Eventually, the two came to a halt at the bottom of a sandy dune, Kameros now on top of Essme.*"
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"author": "Essme Faydel",
"message": "Essme's screams echoed off into the void with pure fear as she began free falling into nothingness. With Kamors still in her grasp, she instinctively held onto him tighter; but not only to not let him get away... But out of fear. Not knowing where this was going, she shut her eyes tight as the pair tangled down below.\n\nLanding with a soft **Thud**- a low, long groan moaned out of the paladin. She slowly opened her eyes to be greeted by the blinding sun, her vision blurred. But as she laid there in the sunken sand, she felt a weight resting ontop of her.\n\n\"Hm... N..\"\n\nEssme glanced down painfully to see that damned teifling ontop of her. She quickly shoved him off, shaking the sand from her large wings that laid outstretched on the ground. With fire still present in her eyes, Essme quickly sat up and pointed her finger at the man. Her words stuttering with just how furious she was at him.\n\n\"....**You**... Where *ARE* We?! What did you do?!\"\n\nThe Angel exclaimed, darting her head around to find nothing but miles of sand dunes. That angered expression on her face slowly melted, showing signs of panic knowing this wasn't anywhere close to her home town. And Pim... Poor Pim was gone."
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"author": "Kameros Szerabon",
"message": "Kameros groaned and rolled over as he was thrown off of Essme, landing with a thud. He then suddenly let out a scream of pain as he rolled over once more, getting up onto his knees and gripping his wrist in pain. Upon looking down at his hand, it was scorched, almost as if his spell blew back into his hand. He began to shudder, clearly in heavy pain as he gripped and hugged his hand to him. Kameros didn't even hear what Essme shouted at him, seeing as he was so focused on his hand. He looked up and around and cursed under his breath as he sucked air up in through gritted teeth.\n\n\"G.. Goddamn it, paladin! This is YOUR fault. CALA!\"\n\nAs Kameros called out the name Cala, a red haze began to form in front of Kameros as a wolf with large horns emerged from it. It snarled, clearly knowing it's master was in pain or danger. It then laid it's eyes on Essme and let out a low growl, more of a warning than anything. It eyes Kameros before taking up a defensive position between the aasimar and Kam.\n\n\"Keep that dim-witted angel FREAK away from me.\"\n\nKameros slowly began to stand as he cradled his hand, and slowly he began to wield a bright yellow magic in his unscorched hand."
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"author": "Essme Faydel",
"message": "\"Freak? *Freak*?!\"\n\nEssme growled, shifting in the sand, she did her best to stand up gracefully; her wings fluttering around to keep her balance. At the sight of the teiflings wolf she saw this as a full blow sign of disrespect. Scoffing and rolling her eyes, the Angel crossed her arms and rested on one hip.\n\n\"Oh come on, **You** Were the one who ran away from *Law enforcement.* You are in the wrong here. Had you have not run... Maybe we wouldn't *Be* In this mess.\nSalem, come on boy.\"\n\nSuddenly, sparks of purple and black electricity formed beside the paladin, and out jumped a large paguar, its roar reverberating the sand beneath them. Salem had two states; one of blue and purple. The dark lighting stripes across its silk black body showed aggression, seeing as Salem was sizing up the teifling and its wolf. But Essme leaned down and stroked its back, trying to calm him down.\n\n\"I need you to go back to Findara buddy, go find Pim and get some help. Yeah?\"\n\nSalem's growl lowered into a deep coo, not taking its eyes leaving the strangers in front of him. But upon his masters request, the animal headed off in the direction of the sun and  dissolved back into that fog of lightning. \n\nEssme slowly turned her attention back to the man, noticing his injured hand. She didn't feel bad by any means, this *Was* His own doing. But she didn't understand the need for his anger. the Angel tucked in her wings, and after a million fuzzy thoughts she decided against fighting him for a multitude of reasons. If the brawled here in the middle of the desert... Well, no one would make it out alive. \n\n\n\"I have a name, you know.\" She started, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice. \"It's Essme. And I assume you have one too, so why not start there.\""
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"author": "Kameros Szerabon",
"message": "Kameros rolled his eyes and watched as a Paguar ran past him. He paid it no mind however, and continued to warp and wrap his burned hand in the yellow light from his other. Around five minutes passed and Kameros slowly began to stand. He turned to face Essme and as he turned he removed the hood from his head, revealing his horns once more. Kameros glared at Essme before he began to trudge through the sand.\n\n\"The day I tell you my name is the day you stop me, paladin.\"\n\nKameros continued to trudge through the sand, and Cala the fire wolf walked behind him, keeping the distance between Essme and her master. Kameros began to mutter things to himself as he walked, but aside from what he said before he began walking, he ignored Essme completely. The tiefling began to clumsily climb up the sand dune, occasionally slipping but he managed to get up to the top. He glanced around now on a bit of a perch before glancing over his shoulder at Essme.\n\n\"I'm going to collect my bounty, paladin. Leave me the hell alone. If you're a guard of Findara, you are way out of your jurisdiction anyways, so fly home birdy.\"\n\nWith that, Kameros continued on, his fire wolf eventually making it's way ahead of him to check for dangers."
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"author": "Essme Faydel",
"message": "As Kameros spoke, Essme's grip didn't seem to loosen up. She wasn't fully buying his 'bounty hunter' act, but nonetheless played along. He was right about one thing no less- they were in the middle of nowhere and who knows what could be out here just waiting to strike... Swiveling her jaw slightly, the paladin nodded her head towards the man's beast that was still clawing to get in. \"Call your hound away first.\" She stated simply; no debating in her cross tone. When and only when the tiefling did so, Essme dropped her magic dome before gently pressing the man away by his collar. She stood there a moment, brows still narrowed and ruffled with the look of sheer frustration present on her face. \n\n\"A bounty hunter huh. Do *All* Bounty hunters try to fight royal guardians? Because you're still not off my hook yet.\" The angel crossed her arms while taking in a deep breath, shifting her weight onto one hip. \"Who do you work for, hm?\" \n\nIt was a simple question really, but one that would explain a lot should the fiend tell the truth. Then again, it didn't matter if he happened to answer her truthfully or not... Essme decided right then and there, she wasn't going to let this tiefling out of her sight. And oh boy, would he be happy to hear the news... \n Before Kameros even *Thought* About an answer, Essme brought her hand up to stop him. Shaking her head she exhaled a sharp sigh before she spoke; \n\n\"You know what, no. We are out in the middle of *Nowhere*. I am not traveling alone, and I don't trust you to tell me the truth, so. You, are going to take me back to wherever you-\" With a disturbed look on the womans face, she waved her hands around while pronouncing the words she spoke next; \"- *Creatures* Come from. And then i'll know you are telling the truth.\""
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"author": "Kameros Szerabon",
"message": "Gasping for air, Kameros quickly waved a hand toward Cala, and just as quickly as the fire hound began bashing at the shield, she stopped and stood back calmly. There was a part of the tiefling that wished his hound was real, but a familiar could never die making them much better than something that could. Finally managing to stand, his feet sunk into the sand ever so slightly as he listened to the angel-woman speak. Dusting sand from his coat, Kameros rolled his eyes heavily at how high and mighty the 'Guardian of Findara' seemed to act. *Typical of an aasimar.*\n\n\"I work for myself. Have you never seen a bounty board or something? They're in practically each and every city. Wanted men don't just cross a kingdoms borders and magically have their foul deeds erased. They're still meant to be brought to justice, even if that justice is death.\" Kam sneered, a part of him hoping the woman would understand at least some of what he was trying to convince her of. It's not as if he were lying, this was the truth. He had taken a bounty up for the man dead a few feet away in Khisfire. Kam tracked and followed the man's movement to Findara where he finally caught up with him. Now all the tiefling bounty hunter had to do was get the body back to the person who had placed the bounty in the first place. \"You know, not all my bounties end in death. That man was wanted for murder and rape, does that make it more justified in the moral compass you have dripping from those eyes?\"\n\nEach of Kam's words spat venom, but he knew if she was powerful enough to strip away his magic he had no choice to but to do what she asked for now. Hearing her speak of traveling together, Kam rolled his eyes.\n\nHe honestly didn't care what she did as long as he was able to collect the coin for his job in Khisfire. \"You are insufferable.\" Looking over to Cala, Kam let out a gentle whisper and just as quickly as she had appeared, she disappeared. There was no sense in having her out for now, it would just attract more attention than anyone would want. That's when the word *'creatures'* Left the angel woman's mouth, causing Kam to look up at her in disbelief.\n\n\"Creatures? *Creatures?* I'm as every bit a man as you are a woman. Just because I may look like a devil doesn't mean I am one you racist witch. And you're one to talk! You sure you aren't being a bit overzealous in your words, *Princess?* You look like me, but with wings. Woopty doo.\""
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"author": "Essme Faydel",
"message": "When hearing true intentions of the bounty hunters' purpose in Findara, Essme's tightened face slowly began to soften. Surely she wouldn't allow such a nasty perp run free like that, so perhaps Kam was just doing his job. The angel's face slowly turned away as if she had been found guilty for her harshness towards the tiefling; her metal boot shuffling around in the sand as she went to mutter, \"Still doesn't excuse your hostile behavior towards me...\" Although, she was sure it was much too soft spoken for him to hear. \n\nIn spite of everything, that slow bridge of understanding between one another would come to a designated halt when Kam threw out his next insult. '*Racist witch?'* Oh now that- didn't fly. Essme sharply whipped her head back around to the devil man; her nose scrunching in rage that he would even suggest a thing. However, before she could even open her mouth to speak, he was already cutting her off once more. *How were they the same?*\n\nThe light paladin's eyes lingered over Kameros like she was examining every fiber of his being. Taking in his bizarre horns and ears, the thick layers of robes he wore as well as the many pieces of gold jewelry dangling around his neck. He seemed *Nothing* Like her... At least in her eyes. Although, there was a familiar sting to his words nonetheless. Ever since she was a kid, Essme had always been bullied for her \"Demonic\" Appearance. Having horns wasn't necessarily an *Angel* Thing. And even though there was little to no explanation for her uncharacteristic looks, Essme did her best to be as kind of a creature as she could. \n\n*If only the world knew of her hatred for tieflings and demons alike.* \n.\n\nEssme simply stood there in silence at the mans remarks, staring him down with a glare so harsh, no words were even needed. Though, her mouth pursing as if she *Really* Had something to say that would state otherwise. After a moment of holding her tongue, the paladin's wings fluttered abruptly. Essme let out a heavy blow through her nostrils before turning her chin up and walking past Kameros as if this whole conversation didn't affect her.\n\n\"Are you coming or what.\""
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"author": "Kameros Szerabon",
"message": "\"Not if you're dragging me and this body back to Findara, I'm not. You can follow me to Khisfire where I can collect my bounty and you can leave me the hell alone.\" Once he had finished dusting himself off, the tiefling let out a grumble and sigh. Rolling his eyes, he called out after the angel-woman. \"You're not going the right way, *Princess*.\" Starting off in the opposite direction, Kameros took out a leather skin from his pouch and took a swig of water from it. Unlike*Some* People, he came prepared for most anything. He had to in his profession. It was hot and muggy and he hated being in this situation, but at the end of the day he couldn't do anything about it right now.\n\nFlicking his hand to the dead body, it began to levitate behind him slowly as he walked along. Kam didn't speak anymore, and chose to keep to himself while the winged-woman behind him caught up with him."
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"author": "Kameros Szerabon",
"message": "As Kameros peered around the rock he had Essme pinned to, the sounds of growling only grew louder. Around 30 meters away, a massive kaladon was stomping through the sand, its long black tongue flicking out from its mouth every so often to attempt to catch any scent of prey it could. Gently, Kam removed his hands from Essme, putting enough trust in her to stay silent and only speak to him through telepathy. He glanced back at her, his eyes wide with a faint terror found within them. *\"You don't seem like you know the area well. There's a large lizard beast called a kaladon. They're nasty and persistent. We can try to sneak around it but you'll have to stay quiet and trust me.\"* Kam offered a nod of assurance back to the aasimar before gesturing toward the opposite side of the rock they were behind.\n\n*\"We're in some sort of outcropping. We can use the rocks as cover, but I doubt he'll lose us once he picks up our scent.\"* Kam spoke within Essme's mind seriously. Without hesitation, Kam raised a hand and a light magical blue hue began to glow around each of their legs, and as they stepped their steps became completely silent. The tiefling gestured for Essme to follow him, and as he moved from rock to rock the kaladon, for now, didn't seem to be fully aware of the two just yet."
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"author": "Essme Faydel",
"message": "There was genuine worry swirling around in the angel's eyes as she rapidly looked back and forth between Kamero's golden hues. The thought of trying to hide from some.. *Creature* She had never seen, and knowing that it would more than likely catch them sent the poor girl into panic. Though, she did her best to appear calm, Essme managed to nod her head in compliance as she followed suit behind the tiefling. \n\n\"*What do we do if this thing spots us? Surely I could fly us out of here... Right?*\" \n\nThe paladin echoed into Kamero's mind, hoping there could be a simple solution out of this mess. The village didn't necessarily seem *That* Far away. One simple swoop of the Aasimar's wings and they'd be good as gone- that is... If they didn't account for the bounty Kam was still needlessly dragging. A mental sigh reverberated in Essme's chest as she felt the pressure of just how serious this was. Her head bobbled between the rocks that she so desperately tried to stay behind- whilst also trying to get a good look at the beast sauntering around.\n\nJust as her eyes fell onto the giant lizard, the Aasimar's face drained of color. \n\n\"**That thing. Is huge.**\"\" Essme said into Kams mind, the sound of her thoughts scarcely echoing into his ears. The angel sucked her wings in tight as she tried to pick up movement speed to reach the tiefling up ahead, not feeling quite safe on her own."
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"author": "Kameros Szerabon",
"message": "*\"They're venomous, but its their teeth and claws you should be more worried about.\"* As the two tread carefully between each rock, Kam quickly pulled Essme close to him, his hand clasped to hers protectively. He may have had a great disdain for aasimar and their way of living, but he wouldn't stand by and let one get themselves hurt in unfamiliar territory, no matter how much he'd deny helping her later down the line. Hiding behind another rock, the two were out of the beasts sight for now, but as it drew nearer to where they were originally hiding, it began to hiss and sniff much more excitedly. *It had their scent.*\n\nPeering out, Kam could read the signs; it was onto them. They'd have to run or fight, and Kam wasn't about to lose the thousand gold bounty he had with him. Preparing a fireball in his hand as quietly as he could, he looked to Essme, their faces not too terribly far from one anothers. *\"I hope you can use more than 'dispel magic' spells, paladin.\"* Kam teased, even in a situation as this. With one deep breath, Kameros jumped out from cover and lobbed the fireball straight at the kaladon, and as it slammed into its side the beast roared angrily and whipped its head toward the tiefling. *The fight was on.*"
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"author": "Essme Faydel",
"message": "As Kameros yanked the poor girl closer, her cheeks flushed with cluttered emotions. She gave a wide eyed glance down at the tieflings hand that dominantly held onto her- she herself squeezing back all the same. Despite the butterflies of anxiousness *And other things*- Essme watched as he started creating fire within his other hand. This could only mean one thing, and truth be told. The paladin wasn't quite sure if she was ready for it. \n\nWhen Kam whipped his head around, mer inches from Essme's face- she held in a gasp and stared widley up at him. Her brows turned upwards in a weary scrunch as she had little than a few seconds before he leaped out into the open. \"W- Kam?! No!\" Essme stammered, a loud and annoyed groan following soon after. \"Stupid teifling-\" It was true that the Aasimar *Could* Do more than just simple little spells. If it wasn't already obvious by her magic sucking dome. However, in her position within Findara, there wasn't much need for her to use such extravagant amounts of power or spells. Essme usually did her best to practice magic any time she could, but now was the time for her to prove her worth. \n\nWith her heart beating out of her chest, the paladin quickly unsheathed her sword and strongly pushed off the ground by her wings. Veering off from behind the large rock, the angel could be seen powering up magic from within her sterling silver sword- the tip becoming a large orb of light magic. With steady aim, Essme released and watched as light shot through the sky and right into the side of the beast's head. What she *Didn't* Think of however, was how it's attention would quickly turn onto her. \n.\n\n\"*We can take turns catching its attention on one another. Find it's weak spot.*\"\n\nWith telepathy in mind, Essme continued to lay fire into the beast. Ducking, dodging and weaving in and out of its tail and claws as she did so. The paladin only hoped Kameros knew of the creature's weak spots if they were going to defeat it. Otherwise... She could kiss her dreams goodbye to being a *Real* Royal guard."
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"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "As soon as Pim had ran into the fiery haired aasimar, Winrae was on her way with what could easily be a small cavalry via the prince of Alynthi and a handful of guards to find Essme and protect her from the demon- tiefling, that was holding her captive. As she and the rest of those with her emerged from the wayshrine in the capital of Khisfire, and with little time to explain to anyone why Alynthi guards were there, Winrae cast a location spell on Pim, which would in turn given the paladin the exact, or close to, locaton of Essme. It took around five or so minutes to cast, but the moment Winrae knew where Essme was in the desert, she informed the prince and the group where off once more.\n\nFlying as fast as she possibly could, Winrae couldn't imagine what could have happened in the time that had passed between when she had saw Essme in the vision to now. Was she okay? What was the tiefling doing or planning? As for the prince accompanying her, she was only glad she had backup in case she needed it, though *She doubted she did.* Winrae, flying next to the prince, looked over and called out, \"She's close!\" Within another minute of flight, Winrae finally saw Essme clearly and- *Up in the air casting spells?* Perhaps Winrae had underestimated her.\n\nTaking in the surroundings, Winrae saw three things; Essme in the air, firing spells at the second thing which was a massive lizard beast, and the third thing? *The tiefling.* Once again, the paladin began to suffer from tunnel vision, and folded her wings to become what could easily be compared to an arrow as the winged stag came down upon the demon that dare harmed her sister. Without a word to Essme, Winrae slammed into the purple tiefling with her full force, and easily sent him flying fifteen yards out into the sand. Standing tall as she landed, Winrae called up to Essme, her voice louder than it would be normally as she cast a spell on it to make it resonate more, \"Essme! What is going on? Why are you here?\"\n\nAlthou\n\nGh Winrae spoke to Essme, her fiery white eyes did not move from the tiefling who was now struggling to stand from such a blow. Although her armor was on and a helm upon her head, anyone around could easily see the magic vibrating along the golden armor she wore, an easy sign how furious or emotional she was in the current moment."
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"author": "Kameros Szerabon",
"message": "Kameros slammed another fire ball into the beasts head this time, but it only seemed to make it angrier. As Essme cast a spell its way and caused it to turn its head, Kam heard her plan and nodded in agreement. *\"Sounds like a plan prince-\"* Before Kameros was able to finish his sentence, a force unlike anything he had ever felt before slammed into him, causing him to sail through the air at least thirty feet before skidding into the sand. He blacked out for a moment, only to wake to a loud ringing in his ears. Dizzy and barely able to stand enough as it was int he shifting sand, Kam wobbled and fell back down once more, his head feeling as though it were about to fall off.\n\nAfter a moment, he tried once more, and stood shakily and wobbly to his feet as he tried to piece together what hit him so hard. As the tiefling looked on toward where his feet where only minutes ago, a massive form of gold stood staring at him menacingly, which only caused his eyes to strain even more. \"What the f-\" Kam started, but his head was reeling. Raising his hand, a sharp pain caused him to yell out, and upon further inspection he realized his shoulder was dislocated. \"Oh *Great.*\" Kam growled as he stared at the armored figure. Guess now there was more trouble to deal with."
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"author": "Essme Faydel",
"message": "Essme had her eyes trained on multiple things at once. The direction of where she was flying to avoid being stuck down and buried in the sand. And the other was Kameros, to make sure he too wasn't in need of being shielded in any way. While this was going on, she found herself easing into a rhythmic tune with her sword. Swaying in and out of harm's way as she blasted orb after orb into the gigantic monster. Things were sailing smoothly... *For the most part.*\n\nLike a flaming comet from the sky, something caught the paladin's peripheral view. She had no time to react as she watched a flash of gold plummet into Kameros- causing her to let out a scared yelp. Not registering that it *Wasn't* The claws or tail of this beast but instead... *A person?*\n\n**\"ESSME!!\"** A ferocious voice rumbled out. And in that moment, the young girl knew *Exactly* What was happening. \n\n\"Uh oh..\" Faydel gulped, her stomach turning completely upside down with trepidation. Within seconds, the angel nosedived her way down to the ground. She skidded across the hot sand by her heels until she was smack dab in between the middle of Kameros and her sister, Winrae. There was a *Terrified* And guilty look on the woman's face as she immediately outstretched her hands and wings, creating a body self shield in front of the tiefling on the ground. \"Stop! Winny.. I- It's not what you think, okay? Hes *Helping* Me.\" Essme stammered, trying to calm the clearly enraged knight before her. With a quick glance over her shoulder, the light paladin gave a worried look towards Kam who now cowered in pain. And even though she hated teifling's just as much as her sister, she wasn't going to let her hurt someone who was helping her. \n.\n\nThe loud roar of the lizard shook the ground once more as the rally of guards followed suit behind Winrae. Leaving little time to talk, Essme gave her older friend a pleading look as if it say 'Lets settle this later.' before she slowly began to back up. \"Just let me heal him, please. I'll explain everything as soon as we get rid of that thing.\""
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"author": "Astalios, Iron Prince",
"message": "*The prince, however, was slightly more concerned with the giant lizard in front of him. In the far reaches of his mind, the skull of a lizard on a table appeared before him. A long-ago-remembered lesson with the Alchemical Society - a guest lecturer who had talked of the differences in skull gaps between tortoises and lizards and snakes. \n\nHis lecture had included the differences between them, and the different...\n\nGaps in the palatoquadrate that led directly into their skulls. \n\nOn the side of the head, there would always be a depression of some kind that led to a bone gap. A weak point, for certain - and as Astalios could fly, there was no chance he couldn't stay out of reach for long enough to create his weapon of choice. Long and piercing, just something to get into the brain. From there, he could turn it sideways, make it into a spiked hedgehog that could tear the brain apart from the inside.\n\nHis armor flowed into a long spike of mercury, leaving only his boots to fly him around - and he let Winrae do her job, while he consolidated the metal from his crown, dagger, and armor into one long spear, a similar spike to the way he had killed the deer. He aimed for the skull gap, held the metal rod between his fingers...\n\nAnd accelerated it between them both faster than a siege engine's shot.*"
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"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "As Winrae stepped forward to finish off the tiefling, she was quickly halted in put into a state of shock as Essme stood between them. Beneath her helmet, Winrae was glaring straight through her winged sister and at the demon behind her, but Essme's words caught Winrae completely off guard. \"He's ***What?***\" Winrae raised her hand and placed a barrier around the tiefling, one that would not allow him to leave but also keep him protected given she had pretty much concussed him to the point of coming in and out of consciousness. It wasn't something she wished to do, but Essme was no liar, and Winrae had just harmed and nearly killed an innocent man.\n\nWithout another word, Winrae turned and put her focus onto the lizard beast now engaged with the prince. She had plenty, *Plenty* Of words to share with Essme about what was happening and why she saw a shirtless teifling holding her down, but it would have to wait. Flapping her wings once, she was up into the air about thirty feet, a perfect example of just how strong her pearly white wings were. Winrae watched as the prince aimed and threw a metal rod toward the kaladon and as it did she put a hand out, casting magic over the rod to be as true a shot as it could possibly be."
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"author": "The Weaver of Stories",
"message": "As Winrae enchanted the rod to be even more on target than, for all intents and purposes, it already was, the metal rod slammed into the creatures skull, causing it to stiffen. It began to shudder, spasms climbing up and down its body as it struggled to stay upright with a metal rod through its brain; a similar effect to that of a chicken with its head cut off. The creature couldn't exactly do much as it stumbled and tried to stay standing, and as for Kam, he was now passed out completely in the dome Winrae had created."
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"author": "Essme Faydel",
"message": "Thinking this would be the end of both her and Kameros, Essme was speechless when Winrae left for the skies. She stood in the same position for a moment, trying to take in everything that had happened. How did she find her? Did it really matter how at this point? Essme knew that she was going to get her ears chewed out either way when her sister was done cleaning up her mess. A heavy, shaky sigh fell from the angel as she dropped her wings down along with her arms. Watching as the Aasimar aided the royal guards and Prince in the skies, leaving her feeling weak and helpless. \n\nRight as the feeling of guilt began to wash over her, Essme quickly remembered Kam was still behind her. Gasping, the paladin whipped around so hard she practically lost her balance before falling to her knees into the thick sand bellow. Her worried grey hues fixated on the tiefling as she straggled forward, pushing her hands against the dome Winrae had created. \n\n\"Kam? Kameros-!\" She exclaimed, her brows twisting up in concern. After getting no response, Essme felt a pang in her chest. She was beginning to feel overwhelmed by all the emotions she was feeling, and in getting so worked up, worried she would cause more harm than good. Shakily whispering out a healing spell, the light paladin closed her eyes and focused hard. Small trails of light danced out from the woman's fingertips before they soon seeped through the dome Kam was placed in and surrounded his glistening purple skin. While she was sure he wouldn't wake up any time soon, when he did he would feel no pain of what had happened to him. \n\nEssme on the other hand.. Would more than likely be getting the other end of the stick.."
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"author": "Astalios, Iron Prince",
"message": "*Excellent. The rod had disappeared into the skull, and he could feel it still there. Now, all he needed to do was capitalize on the way he had laid the trap. He flew higher and higher, outside the reach of the lizard. There was time now to make the rod spin. The damage it would do as he molded it into a spiky star was always fatal. If a spike was ricocheting and spinning through the lizard's brain, it would certainly turn to mush.\n\nHe molded the spear into a set of spikes and sent it whirling about, cutting and slicing in the middle of the brain cavity of the lizard. If it wasn't already dead, it soon would be. They could all figure out the interpersonal specifics later.*"
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"author": "The Weaver of Stories",
"message": "As it struggled to even stand, the kaladon glanced over to the prince, its head fidgeting and spazzing out from its brain slowly dying. The beasts motor functions began to slow and as the prince turned the rod into a ball of spikes, the kaladon grew completely still before slumping into the sand, dead and unmoving. The threat, at least in the immediate area, was now gone. But an unconscious tiefling laid in the sand, surrounded by a magical barrier."
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"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "As the beast fell into the sand, dead and gone, Winrae turned to the prince with a nod. \"Well done, prince Astalios, though I fear I may have nearly killed an innocent man.\" Turning, Winrae flew over to Essme and the tiefling man, her magical barrier dropping with the wave of a hand. She saw Essme heal him, but right now she was much more intent on figuring out what the hell was going on. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another man dead in the sand, causing her to slowly glare over at her sister and fellow paladin. \"Before you say a *Single* Thing, Essme Faydel, I want you to tell me what it is you are doing outside of Findara with a *Tiefling* And another dead man's corpse in the middle of the Ghanimara Desert.\"\n\nThe paladin removed her helmet, allowing her fiery red hair to flow freely down the back of her golden chestplate. With the sun shining bright above them, it almost seemed to cause her hair to look as if it were indeed on fire. Winrae's white eyes seemed to glow brighter with each word that came out of her mouth, and for a moment it almost looked as though she were rearing to fight Essme for what had just gone down. Her eyes never left Essme, not even to check on the now unconscious tiefling man beneath them."
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"author": "Astalios, Iron Prince",
"message": "\"Indeed, Dame Kaliyah.\" *The prince studied her demeanor intently as the spike withdrew from the brain of the gigantic lizard, dripping with viscera and blood, and warped itself into a silver mirrorlike mass of mercury, which shook itself free of blood and brain matter before it flowed once more into the dull gray of his own crowned armor, the golden circle returning to his head.\n\nHowever, there was an issue with the actions of his royal guard - she spoke as if she was the one in command, when clearly she needed to be reminded otherwise. If her actions had killed a man, she would be executed like any other criminal, regardless of her status. The law was the law, and just as the Agarvarans would be executed for the wrongful death of the Glynfirs, so too would Winrae be executed for the wrongful death of Kameros. \n\nA beating as she had given him, however, was only subject to a bit of disciplinary action. A conversation and action for later.*"
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"author": "Essme Faydel",
"message": "Hearing the large creature collapse hashly into the sand, Essme's shoulders clenched timidly. She had just finished healing Kameros to the best of her ability before the daunting shadow of her older sister crashed down behind her. The paladin's words surely cut like a knife into the young angel's ears, and as did any child getting in trouble- Essme could be seen visibly upset with her pointed ears flopping downwards. With her back still turned to Winrae, the light paladin took a moment to gather herself- letting out a heavy sigh before slowly standing up.\n\n\"I... Was doing my *Job.*\" Essme started, her words slowly building up with frustration as she turned around to face her sister. \"And i was handling it just fine before **You** Showed up!\" The angel's fists slowly curled up, trying to mask that fit of anger. It always seemed like every chance Essme got to prove herself, Winrae was right behind her to sweep her right from under her feet. Looking up at her older friend in a snarl- one might think the two were about to fight. But Essme was nowhere near done yet. \n\n\"The tiefling you so *Graciously* Just had to insert yourself into, was a bounty hunter. I was just making sure he wasn't lying, and following him back to wherever the hell he came from so I could be sure. Now, if you will let me get back to that-\"\n\nEven in her own armor, Essme didn't tower nearly as tall as Winrae did. Being an Aasimar meant you were already tall by nature, but for the Paladin of Alynthi was far superior in that aspect. Standing over her younger sister almost, Winrae had a masculinity about her that radiated through her golden stag armor. At times, it could have looked like a joke- Essme stand up against the woman like she did. Her neck was tilted back just to be able to see, and as she did so, Essme let out a frustrated huff. \n\n\"I can do things on my own you know..\""
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"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "Hearing Essme's outburst, Winrae quickly forgot the prince of her kingdom stood oh so near. Her eyes burned like white flames, and her wings seemed to tense and stretch out farther with each word. \"Your *Job?* Your *Job* Is to be in Findara, where I had you assigned in the first place! Need I remind you that you still have a lot of training to go through before you will even be considered for duties outside of the kingdom you're supposed to be protecting. If you followed him here, the moment he crossed the border was the minute he stopped being your problem, or have you already forgotten the lessons you were taught not even a year ago?\" To challenge Winrae was practically a death sentence for most, but there was a sense of care even behind her angry words.\n\nGlancing over to the tiefling, Winrae sighed angrily and pushed past her sister, only to place a hand on the man's head. Closing her burning eyes, Winrae whispered a gentle prayer to Kamara, and soon enough the purple devil was gasping for air and waking up. \"I wouldn't be here if you had done your job correctly in the first place, Essme. I wouldn't have to constantly step in and check on you if only did what was asked of you, not more, not less.\" Winrae stood and turned to face Essme, and seeing the prince out of the corner of her eye, she slowly began to calm herself. \"I am sorry I had to intervene, but what I saw when I used a spell to see you was something that worried me, so I came.\"\n\n\"As for your tiefling friend here, he'll be fine.\" Winrae sneered a bit, glaring back at the tiefling with a look of disgust. A *Bounty hunter?* That explains the body then. It stil didn't change the fact that he was lesser. A *Tiefling.* Walking over to Essme, Winrae leaned in, her words nothing more than a venomous warning. \"I suggest you say your goodbyes to your tiefling friend and head home. *Now.*\" Winrae then turned to face the prince, her demeanor all but calm, though her voice was much less strung out than before.\n\n\"I apologize for this, Prince Astalios. Truly.\""
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"author": "Kameros Szerabon",
"message": "After passing out from pain and injuries, Kameros fell into a darkness. It was nothing more than that, until a blinding light seemed to slam into him, but it wasn't painful. No, it was soothing. Eventually, as the tiefling came to, he heard the tail end of a conversation, and a voice he didn't recognize. Glancing up, he saw the woman the aasimar that had nearly killed him standing close to Essme, which only now made him realize the two were together in some way. He couldn't stand just yet, as he was still a bit dizzy, but Kameros did see another man out of the corner of his eye, and based off of the crown, *He was royalty.* Searching for any sort of sigil, Kameros soon recognized the banner of Alynthi, and figured this must have been the prince. \n\nKameros chose to stay quiet unless spoken to, as there was obviously some sort of misunderstanding going on. Slowly, he stood and realized he was still shirtless, which caused him to reach into his bag and pull out a shirt before putting it on. With no kaladon in sight, he figured the three in front of him dealt with it, leaving him to his own devices. Kameros quickly realized he had lost his bounty, but sighed in relief when he spotted it a few yards away. Without hesitation, he lifted it up via a levitation spell and brought it closer to him before seeing if there was any way he could snake off without being seen."
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"author": "Essme Faydel",
"message": "As if the poor light paladin couldn't get any more angrier, Winrae's words felt like she herself was just hit by 400 pound armor. A look of pure disbelief struck the Findara guard as she dropped her jaw open, watching as her older sister pushed past her. There was no words to challenge her with after that. Only because it was true that Winrae was the one who got her into where she is now. Back then, when they were kids, Essme was considered the 'runt' of where she came from. Looked down by everyone for her demonic appearance, It was only by the grace of Winrae and her parents for taking her in as one of their own. Of course Essme was grateful for it, there was no doubt of that. But all she wanted to do was not live in someone else's shadow anymore. \n\n\"H-He's not my friend.\" The angel stammered a bit embarrrasingly, coming back to reality after her thoughts got the best of her. As soon as Kameros came too however, a look of worry and concern flushed over her. Those light grey eyes flickered around the tiefling as he gasped air into his lungs once more, but before Essme could get a word in, Winrae's voice was pulling on her ears yet again. A *Death* Glare melted onto the young paladin's face as she looked upwards towards her sister once more, and as the two locked eyes it was apparent that things weren't going to end well. \n\n\"I don't need you to check up on me, *Winrae*. Or hold my hand for that matter. You have no right to tell me how to do my job when im in the **Middle** Of doing it.\" A horse scoff played off of the girls' lips as she narrowed her eyes, her voice growling out in bitterness. \"You're a class act sister, always acting like you do no wrong... 'Saving the day'- Just to make people feel like shit under your boots.\" \n.\n\nBefore her older sister could try to console her, Essme did the unthinkable and shoved her away, taking a few steps back towards Kameros in the process. The fire that flowed through Winrae's hair seemingly mirrored in her younger sister's eyes- as she felt the magic within her fizzing up, causing her horns to spark an ember or two. \n\n\"No! I'm not going home with you! I told you, I can do things on my own. I'm not letting you or anyone else get in the way of that.\""
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"author": "Astalios, Iron Prince",
"message": "\"Stop this absolute, utter madness this instant!\" *Astalios's voice thundered over the scene as he observed two fully grown knights in a petty squabble. He let his sabatons touch the sand as the both of them bickered. It was sickening. They were supposed to be knights, not hens pecking at each other for a minor offense. The petty racism of their conflict was maddening.*\n\n\"You are not a child, but given what I have seen here today, I may think you have reverted in age, given your penchant for acting like a three-year-old fighting over a toy! Clearly, the story here is not that Essme is being assaulted, Winrae, and you may shut your mouth firmly until I allow you to open it again. You are a knight of the realm, not a beggar fighting over gossip.\" *He spoke with the authority of his station and command position on the battlefield. There was no beating around the bush with what was transpiring, and he needed to iron out exactly what was going on.*\n\n\"If you might explain the situation clearly from the beginning, I would be indebted to you, miss Esme.\"\n\n\"As for you, sir...\" *He turned to the tiefling, affixing him with an inquisitive eye.* \"I do not believe you are in my direct command structure, so I must ask you to let Essme explain. When she is finished, you may add your own testimony, and Winrae will not speak at that juncture either. I apologize for her conduct.\""
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"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "As Essme turned and began to challenge Winrae even more, the grip on her greatsword seemed to tighten. She was rearing for a fight. Sure, it wouldn't be the first nor the last time the two settled their differences in combat, the two had scrapped and threw punches multiple times. Of course, no winner was ever declared given it was simply the two hotheaded women getting out their aggravations. However, it was no secret between the two that Winrae was stronger and would win in a real fight. Winrae looked as though she were about to swing on Essme, but the thundering voice of the prince caused her entire demeanor to flatten. \n\nTurning toward him, Winrae could do nothing more than drop to a knee and bow her head, the only way she could think of to ask for forgiveness without going against his demand to not speak unless spoken to. Though, even staying silent for the prince, Winrae telepathically spoke to her sister. *\"Do not be fooled, Faydel. This is **Far** From over.\"* The paladin kept her head lowered, the scolding from the prince only causing the irritation in her head in heart to burn all the brighter, but she bit her tongue. The kindness he showed toward Essme only made Winrae furious, but she kept that fury contained."
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"author": "Essme Faydel",
"message": "\"*Can it,* **Winny.** *Your masters talking, maybe kiss his boots while you're at it. 'Holy one.'*\" Essme spat back through telepathy, her jaw swiveling in wry amusement as she watched her sister bend a knee. There was nothing like karma, and any chance it was in the angels favor, she bathed in it. However, she wasn't going to disrespect royalty even if she wasn't in debt to do so. With a heavy sigh, the light paladin dipped her head apologetically to the prince before speaking up. \n\n\"Forgive me, Prince. I know my friend here can be a bit of a hot head... But she.. Means well. Even if it comes off a bit strong.\" Essme's tone started from anger to gentle regret as she found herself staring over at Winrae, truly thinking about if her big sister loved her that much even after all of this. In spite of it all, the Findara knight turned her attention back to the prince and continued. \"Kameros here is a bounty hunter. **I** Didn't know this until uhm.. We kind of got into an *Altercation*-\" The angels eyes darted around as she tried her best to leave out how the two had fought and thus, sent them through a portal because of it. \"But, as it is *My* Responsibility, i came with him to make sure he is telling the truth about the findara man he had a bounty for.\"\n\n\"Of course, the images you saw were misleading, to say the least. But Kam here was actually protecting me from flying out over head. Had I not seen that large beast, I probably wouldn't be here talking to you right now. So... I suppose you could say he was doing me a favor by telling me what to do to not disturb the creature.\"\n.\n\nFidgeting with her fingers like a young child would, Essme slightly looked back to the tiefling behind her as she gave an apologetic glance. This whole day had been a disaster from the start, and if Winrae couldn't forgive her for this- she knew damn well someone like *Him* Wouldn't even hear her out. Clearing her throat, the angel bowed her head towards the prince once more in respect.\n\n\"Once again, I apologize for wasting your time sir, but i'm sure Kameros here needs to get back as well. If you'll excuse us-\""
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"author": "Kameros Szerabon",
"message": "\"This is why I steer clear of red heads.\" Kameros sighed under his breath, but as the prince looked over to him and asked for his side of it all, he simply threw his hands up in defense. \"Hey, I'm just trying to make a living your highness. Essme here wanted to check out of what I was doing was legitimate, given my bounty-\" Kam gestured toward the dead man near him, \"- was murdered right in front of her. He was wanted dead or alive for the kidnapping and subsequent murder of a family from Khisfire. I took up the bounty, found him, he decided to try and fight me so I did what any other man or woman would do and defended myself. Now I'd really love to get to Khisfire and collect my reward.\" \n\nWhile he may have came off rude and dismissive, this was simply his way of speaking. After a moment, he bowed his head in respect. \"If it pleases you, your majesty.\" Kameros didn't have much experience with royalty. He grew up in a lower class family, royals were only something he heard stories about. This was in fact his first time meeting one. Glancing over to Essme, he heard the thoughts of the two, causing him to widen his eyes a bit. The apologetic glances from the paladin only caused him to want to be done with this sooner, though he was unsure why she felt bad for something her sister had caused in the first place."
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"author": "Astalios, Iron Prince",
"message": "\"So.\" *He summed it up with a huff.* \"This is one long string of misunderstandings that could have been rectified with a simple explanation instead of all this overblown nonsense. One misunderstanding led to another, and all you had to do was talk to each other honestly instead of letting your feelings get in the way.\"\n\n*He studied each of them in turn.* \"Essme and Kameros, both of you may go and complete your business with the bounty. I have no right to keep you here - and neither does Winrae.\"\n\n*He turned back to the aforementioned aasimar, brows furrowed into a stern frown.* \"May the gods watch over you all.\" *It was at that moment that Astalios's feet left the sand, and he gestured for Winrae to follow him. There was no sense in bothering people that didn't need to be bothered.*"
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"author": "Rhurrik Nephyr",
"message": "After his run in with Femi in the desert, Rhurrik traveled for nearly a week until he finally reached the duchy of Vedian. He knew the bard's guild, The Noteworthy Brotherhood, was in the eladrin kingdom of Thyseer, meaning he was well over half way there. Rather than flying, the aarakocrian bard was walking along the path, his eyes on the countless fields of grain and wheat rather than the road ahead of him. In his hands, he idly strummed his lute and practiced lyrics aloud for any passersby to hear. It sounded like no song anyone had likely ever heard, given he was attempting to write his own music as he traveled. Currently, he was playing a gentle tune, and humming and singing to himself as he went.\n\n\"*I breathed a song into the air, it fell to earth I knew not where. For who has sight so keen and strong, that it can follow the flight of song?*\"\n\nRhurrik continued his little tune, tweaking lyrics and scolding himself should he play the wrong note or sing the wrong line. Ruffling his feathers at himself, Rhurrik stopped beside a stump and took a seat to snack on some traveling rations. He hadn't seen many other faces traveling on the road, but any he did pass he made sure to be kind and greet them before carrying on his way. Aside from his lute, the young aarakocra didn't have much in the way of belongings. Only a simple bag with rations and paper within it."
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"author": "taurking",
"message": "The soft brush of wind melted across the face of the shapeshifting Roc, Lucius, as he stepped forlornly down the path. He had come to know the roads well enough to hold conversation with the air currents without much effort, responding to its unpredictable yet familiar sensations with a soft warble that he had come to know from passerbys the last few days.\nBoots dragged aimlessly across the ground, kicking up dust as Lucius silently cursed himself for even trying to make any profit on such a lonely pathway. What was he thinking? Really- what poor schmuck was going to just wander out here and leave themselves vulnerable enough to rob- here, the middle of nowhere!\n\n*\"Stupid buffoon, you damp old wetch. Can't even..\"* Words drifted in and out each step the shapeshifter took, accomplishing little more than heightening his savage appetite for action and money. It was hard to focus on much more than his own boots and echoes of his shrill, nasaly voice against the surroundings, but every now and again he looked up to see a dirty, haggard face- the face of a poor man commuting without a dime on him. \n\n*\"...-wenches... -should have knocked 'em... -nothin' better for 'em..\"* Lucius rambled on under his breath, looking up once again to check where he was- not that he needed to, being able to imagine himself from the sky as he was used to. \nOf course there was still nothing of interest except for a.. Bard? Well, how unfortunate! A continued streak of bad luck, as bards rarely had anything worth stealing or destroying. At the very least, they had directions. Even worse, this one had the distinct figure of his own kind. More people Lucius didn't need! Gah!\nAn agitated puff blew from his nostrils like a wild animal's huff as the shapeshifter nonchalantly bumbled up to the bard. He tried his best for a fake smile, but ended up scowling instead as he strode forward and asked his every-time first line- the most social act of language ever conceived by shapeshifter kind:\n\n*\"Greetings, friend.\"*"
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"author": "Rhurrik Nephyr",
"message": "Hearing footsteps before a voice, Rhurrik glanced over to see an average man making his way down the path. The arrakocra dipped his head in greetings before waving a clawed hand his way, \"Greetings.\" Rhurrik smiled, or at least gave as much a smile as a beaked bird-man could. Noticing the scowl however through Rhurrik off guard a bit, but he tried to remain as friendly and neutral as possible. \"Not many travelers on these roads, hm?\" Rhurrik attempted to start some sort of conversation, though he soon returned his hand to his lute, strumming it idly with no particular tune or song in mind. Taking in the man's features and clothing, Rhurrik was left extremely unsure about him, but remained kind nonetheless.\n\n\"Care for a tune?\" Rhurrik offered, gesturing to his lute with a slight smile. He was still shaky when it came to songs he had written himself, but he knew plenty popular shanties, songs and limericks. He could easily play in a court for royals or nobles, at least he thought so. That of course was never something he'd admit aloud, as Rhurrik was a very humble aarakocra at heart. Whether the man said yes or no, Rhurrik followed up with his name. \"I'm Rhurrik, Rhurrik Nephyr. It's nice to meet you, sir.\""
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"author": "taurking",
"message": "Shifting in a bored manner, Lucius nodded, unsure what to say in return. Most never returned the greeting, and those who did usually ended up with a bit less money than they started with. On a whim, he decided to play along with the bard- it wasn't as though anything else immediately presented itself.\n\"You may call me Argenalbum,\" Replied Lucius, nodding at the bard in the greatest politeness he could muster. His scarred face took away from his kindliness, but obviously Lucius did not appear phased whether he realised or not.\nAt the offer of a tune, Lucius raised an eyebrow. He didn't figure much from the bard if they were strolling through nowhere rather than playing for nobles and kings, but he knew not to underestimate so quickly. Out of sheer curiosity (and, of course, lack of anything better to do) Lucius took a seat on a large stone and delved deeper on what was probably the longest he ever cared to chatter with travellers.\n\"A tune, hrm? What is the best you can do? I've ea- er, *Heard-* Many a bard across these lands, and challenge you to impress me. Of course you could do better than idle melody?\" Lucius challenged, a low tone of sneer behind some of his words as he fiddled with a saddlebag across his side and pulled out a measly amount of currency as offering, holding it out to the bard."
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"author": "Rhurrik Nephyr",
"message": "Excited at the chance to perform for someone, Rhurrik sat up a bit straighter. \"Well, it all depends on what kind of tune you're wanting. I could do adventurous, romantic, or even something a bit silly or- well, *Naughty* I suppose you could say. That last option is usually what makes a drunken crowd the happiest.\" Rhurrik laughed at bit at his own words before shaking his head at the man's offering of a coin. \"Oh, don't worry about it. It just makes me happy to play, no need for coin.\" Strumming his lute a bit, Rhurrik though of all the different songs he could sing for the stranger who he now knew as.. *Argenalbum?* What a strange name, the aarakocra thought, though he had heard stranger in his recent travels.\n\n\"I have *Attempted* At writing my own songs, but I'm afraid I still have a long way to go before I write anything anyone will want to listen to. Nevermind that, however. What kind of song would you like?\" Rhurrik sat up a bit on the stump he was on and tilted his head toward Argenalbum. There didn't seem to be much on Rhurrik's person that was worth stealing or taking, aside from his lute. However, Rhurrik was completely oblivious to the man before him being a Thieves Guild member. He was simply happy someone wished to hear him play."
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"author": "taurking",
"message": "Lucius was thrown off beat for a moment at Rhurrik's polite refusal of his coin. Did not everyone crave a little extra money for themselves? *'Strange little bard,'* He thought, shoving the offering back into his saddlebag with a snap of movement.\n\"Hrmm,\" The shapeshifter mumbled, shifting on his seat as though sitting still was an unnatural behavior for him- of course, it was, for a thief and Roc, very uncommon for him to linger more than a minute or three.\n\"I suppose something adventurous. Perhaps dramatic in nature? Frankly, I have never truly listened fully to the songs of a bard. You may say that most do not finish while in my presence- but that is irrelevant. What know you, Rhurrik? Play, and I perhaps shall share more with you- coin or story, whichever your people prefer!\" Lucius presented, as though it were the best offer in the world. For some, perhaps it was, but truthfully, the shapeshifter simply wasn't sharp on socializing. But what else could be done? Surely even someone considered as lowly as himself, he wouldn't possibly hurt someone so meager in offering and appearance. And was such, as he focused his sharp eyes upon Rhurrik the bard expectantly."
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"author": "Rhurrik Nephyr",
"message": "With a smile and nod, Rhurrik began to play and upbeat and happy tune, though all the while sounding the tiniest bit dramatic. Clearing his throat as he played the interlude, Rhurrik spoke before beginning to sing. \"I'm sure this is one you'll know then, Mr. Argenalbum.\" Finishing the start to the song, Rhurrik then began to sing, his voice matching nearly perfectly with the tun he played.\n\n*\"There will come a solider, who carries a mighty sword. He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord-\"* With a bit of enchantment magic, Rhurrik's voice became what sounded like three different versions of his own harmonizing as he continued. *\"-oh leeii, oh laaii, oh leeii, oh lord. He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord.\"* Another short intermission then began, and just as he had begun the song only seconds before, his voice became only one once more. *\"There will come a poet whose weapon is his word. He will slay you with his tongue, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord.\"* Rhurrik then harmonized once more, and as he did a gentle and colorful magic began to pour from his clawed fingertips that strummed his lute, and small dancing lights began to flutter around both the bard and the thief.\n\n*\"There will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn. Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord.\"* The bard then continued with nothing more than 'oh lei's, oh lai's and oh lord's' for a while before allowing himself of a pause in lyrics to focus on his lute playing, the tune now much more intricate and upbeat than before. The lights blazed with all colors one could think of, changing, flashing and dancing around before they shot up into the air, disappearing. The tune then began to slow, and as did Rhurrik's final lyrics. *\"He will tear your city down, oh leeeiii, oh laaaiii, ohhhh lord.\"* Finishing the tune with a flourish, Rhurrik then took in a deep breath and bowed his head to signify he was finished playing."
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"author": "taurking",
"message": "Lucius sat in a neigh daze as Rhurrik played their song, listening intently to the notes and staying in rhythm in his mind. The melody was familiar to him for a small handful of reasons, some of which were his passion for such music as well as his belief that the song was an omen. Of course, as a thief of many things, he didn't particularly love the idea of being torn down by a sword, but he equally loved the idea of cities being torn down, making a strange mixture of emotions swell within him.\nAt the songs' end, Lucius sat silent for a moment before giving an energetic applause which was obvious he didn't do often by the awkward manner he did it in, but his heart was there. \n\"That was *Truly* Beautiful, dear bard. You were correct in assuming I have heard that song before, and I congratulate you on your talent. I am curious where you learned how to play so well, and why you don't happen to play en coùrte for any noble? Surely someone of your talent should be in some high court!\"\nLucius was so enthralled by the performance for a moment that his aged face seemed to regain its youth once again, his scowl lifting into something that could almost resemble a kind of smile, albeit lopsided awkwardly and almost wild."
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"author": "Rhurrik Nephyr",
"message": "\"Oh why.. Thank you very much.\" Rhurrik smiled brightly before resting his lute along his leg. He shook his head a bit at himself, thinking about how he learned to play. \"Well, my mother taught me how to use enchantment magic, hense the dancing lights I created. As for playing? I'm actually self-taught. Ever since I was a year old I loved the sound of music, and when my mother gifted me with a lute, I just- taught myself I suppose.\" Of course, no one would be able to tell when an aarakocra did so given their skin and beaks, but Rhurrik felt his skin get hot from blushing at the man's words. He fiddled with the strings on his lute for a moment before shrugging. \"As much as I would love to play for a noble or even a royal, my goals are a bit less ambitious I suppose. I wish to be a member of the Noteworthy Brotherhood, you know the bard's guild in Thyseer?\"\n\nRhurrik looked out onto the road he was once travelling on. He'd be there within another week's travel, which made his heart race even more. \"I suppose if I do manage to get into the guild, I'd be traveling and playing for anyone and everyone. Some of the most famous bards from the Brotherhood have played for *Kings and queens*, so maybe your words will one day be true.\" Rhurrik smiled, and noticed Anrgenalbum's once sour face now light up at his performance. \"Though, who knows what could happen. I know, living the short life we aarakocra do, I wish to see as much of the world as I can.\" This was true; aarakocra only ever lived to be around 30 years old, which in many other races is practically considered a child. Rhurrik was only 4 years old, so at least he had quite some time before he would ever have to think about death."
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"author": "taurking",
"message": "After a few more dazed moments, the Roc shook himself, clearing his mind of the music that entranced him. As sweet as it was, he had to remain composed and on alert- only Galedriel knew if it was a trick of the mind. Yes, of course- tricks..\nThe pleasant expression melted quickly from Lucius's face as he sank back into his corrupt reality, clearing his throat in slight embarrassment before meeting Rhurrik's gaze as he began speaking once again.\n\"Erm- yes. I have heard of them; congradulations, truly. Since I believe it only fair, I will share with you some things about myself.\" Lucius stated, his hand reaching protectively around his saddlebag instinctively.\n\"My true name is Lucius Areliarius, and I am a shapeshifter who.. *Inhabits..* These nearest regions. I was raised in Gantrick and take on singing and armour smithing upon *Other* Things, which I fear I shall not name. I am pleased to make your acquaintance.\" \nThrough demeanor, it was obvious that some very important details were left out, because, obviously, it would be in poor taste to roam around telling everyone you steal, use Artificer magics, and devour the occasional unlucky traveller's oxen or horses... Such things tended to make others uneasy or wrathful when shared- within good reason, some rational part of his brain argued."
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"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "*Richard quietly made his way through the market, leading Arnvald and the horse to a small chapel in the town. He walked up to a person standing outside the door, whispering to him and showing a small object. The other man walked inside after a concerned glance towards Trapper. Richard waved Arnvald over, saying* \"We're in luck. He's here.\""
},
{
"author": "Arnvald Pihll",
"message": "*Arnvald would watch as Richard interacted with the doorman to the chapel. As Richard secured their information on the cleric, Arnvald would tie Blinder's lead to a post, and then move to the back where Trapper was. He'd untie the straps attaching the stretcher to his horse, and would step around to the back grabbing one side of it waiting for Richard. Hearing that the guy was here, he'd response enthusically.*\n\"Excellent. Come help me move Trapper, his stretcher is prepped.\""
},
{
"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "*He walked over there quickly. Trapper had stopped whining, but it was clear he was still hurting. He gently helped untie the stretcher and held it steady, scratching Trapper behind the ear, saying* \"It's okay boy. We're here at the healer's place. He's going to make you feel a lot better. Just hang in there.\"\n\n*He took another look at Trapper's injuries, and double checked the splint.* \"He's holding up rather well. Ready when you are.\""
},
{
"author": "Arnvald Pihll",
"message": "*Arnvald would nod, repositioning his stance to hold trapper at about waist level. Looking back over at Richard, he'd confirm he was ready to go, then counting down.* \n\"Alright, 3..2..1..Lift!\" *He'd say with a grunt as they lifted. Arnvald would take the lead, walking Trapper inside the chapel. He'd keep looking over his shoulder to ensure he didn't bump into anything. The group would make their way over to the cleared space, I'm assuming a table, and would set trapper down on it. Arnvald didn't require the stretcher back yet, so they'd leave it under trapper until the healer would like it to be removed. He'd look up at who he was assuming was the healer asking them for confirmation.*\n\"Edward Peregwin?\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The man nodded in greetings before moving forward to examine the injured dog. He turned towards Richard and said, \"Ran into trouble again I see? You need to be more careful Richard. Whatever happened could have been far worse and you know it.\" \n\n*He started healing Trapper, focusing first on the several broken ribs, than his leg, than the several cuts and bruises. As he worked he turned to Arnvald and said* \"I don't believe we've met sir. As you evidently know I'm Edward, a priest of the goddess Alynthi. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?\""
},
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"author": "Arnvald Pihll",
"message": "*As the healer was working on Trapper, Arnvald had shifted back to the side of the room. As a tracker and archer, he had learned to become observant, and was taking in his environment. He'd look for exits, potential hazards, and assets he could use for his advantage. One might say he was overreacting to a new environment, but if he was attacked, well it wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to kill him in a place of worship.*\n*Snapping back to the moment, he'd look at the healer as he asked for his name. Arnvald would respond plainly with a rough tone.*\n\"Arnvald Pihl, ranger from the village of Northon.\""
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"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"Thankfully there were no internal injuries, just broken ribs. He'll be fine. The bones have been healed, although they will be sore for a while. He should be back to normal in a day or two\"\n\n*Edward cleaned the table from the little bit of blood that had gotten on it with a simple spell, and helped Trapper onto the floor. The wolf proceeded to sprint to Richard, who's concerned expression instantly turned to relief and happiness.*"
},
{
"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "\"It seems I owe you once again old friend. Should you need aid you already know I'll help you.\" *He spoke with noticable relief as he scratched Trapper, both relieved and glad they were ok.* \n\n\"And thank you Arnvald. It would have taken me a day or more to get Trapper out of there by myself.\" *He gave Arnvald some of the coins from one of the bandits.* \"Sorry you got dragged into this mess, this is the least I could do for you. After saving me an my friend.\""
},
{
"author": "Arnvald Pihll",
"message": "*Arnvald would let a small smile appear as Trapper got up and went over to Richard. A bond that clearly could not be broken easily, he was glad the wolf was alright. As Richard approached with coin, he would hesitate for a moment before taking some of the coin.* \"I appreciate the thanks, but keep the rest. You and Trapper will find a good way to use it. I'm just glad everyone's alright.\""
},
{
"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "\"You sure you don't want more? I have no need of it, I live in the woods most of the time. Most of the time I give whatever I find to folk in need. If you insist.\"\n\n*He admired the man and his generosity, rare enough nowadays, although it was in plenty supply throughout most of the kingdom. It was less common among those in power, but even than it wasn't absent. Nonetheless an admirable trait.*\n\n\"Should you ever need help Arnvald, tell Edward here or anyone at this church to put the word out for Richard, and I'll come as soon as I can. May the Gods speed your journey, and may the bandits not bother you as much as they seem to bother me.\""
},
{
"author": "Arnvald Pihll",
"message": "\"Thank you. I appreciate the offer. I'm sure one day I will take it up.\" *He would make his way towards the door.* \"Edward, thank you for the hospitality. I hopefully will see you all again soon.\" *He'd say making his way outside.* \n\n*As Arnvald made his way to Blinder, he'd untie his horse and hop onto Blinder, leading the horse away from the town. He'd set his bow in its holster on his saddle, and return to his journey, setting his hood up over his head. His first jaunt into Alynthi was definitely an interesting one, but there was more to this journey than just the beginning.*"
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"author": "Nura",
"message": "Nestled at the Eastern border of the Greenheart Forest, the town of Girian was no stranger to travelers; many folks rested and resupplied here before continuing their various journeys elsewhere. On this morning, however, the town was visited by a particularly unique individual: a member of the elusive dryads. She had emerged from the shadowy treeline during the grey hours of dawn; the bakers had already been up for a few hours, and the rest of the townsfolk were still asleep in their beds. No one took note of her presence until people were greeted with an unusual sight: the dryad, standing in the middle of town square while marveling at a decorative fountain.\n\nHer appearance took after a sunflower, obvious by the distinctive yellow petals growing from her head, and the deep green leaves wrapped modestly along her slender body. Her skin, pale green and pliant, was eerily smooth to the touch - and her large yellow eyes absorbed everything they saw with glee. Pushing the petals away from her face was a leaf-woven headband, and small flowers were arranged along her shoulders as sweetly-scented decorations.\n\nStill admiring the tiered fountain, the dryad seemed almost entranced by the clear water bubbling up the top, and how it overflowed and collected in the bottom basin. She dipped an experimental finger into the water, and giggled in delight at the silky sensation of it before her hand retreated. \n\n\"*Nim'nim raki!*\" She said with a smile, her Sylvan impeccable and voice melodic. All of her focus was trained on this construct of civilization, and she did not care about the stares she was receiving from the townspeople going about their lives.\n\nTranslation: || Weird rock! ||"
},
{
"author": "Nargul",
"message": "*Apprehension by any other name, Nargul kept his eyes on a slow swivel under an unmoving hood. A stiff neck seemed poised for trouble as he moved through the streets, anticipating more problems. He needed some supplies before he tread into Gantrick, and here was the last stop; that it was that it was still the heart of enemy territory gave a sour humor to it all. The hulking figure was mostly hidden, though there was no shrinking Nargul's silhouette, nor the massive wolf at his side. Eyes were drawn to them in passing, and quickly diverted- but Nargul refused to raise tensions by returning the looks directly.*\n\n*He looked around as subtly as ever, working to avoid the presence of the branch-heads he's heard so much about- mainly out of speculation that a conflict would turn to a catastrophe out of misplaced chivalry and a fatal misunderstanding. But then, Nargul and Lohmar saw something uncanny for this little etching of civilization. Beholding a bewildering spirit, Nargul actually paused, turning to peer at the Dryad. An outsider as well, though likely not so poorly received.*"
},
{
"author": "Lohmar",
"message": "*The wolf besides was a massive thing. A mane of orange, amber, and black furs with the small white stripes seemed like a portrait of fall in fur, or else a flag of Dasvaz. Another strike against the Orc by association in this place. It was sized similarly to a small horse, before it inclined its head at the spirit and rose it once more - a gesture of recognition, perhaps?*\n\n*Otherwise, it wore a strange amulet, a symbol of a god for which the Dryad likely spares few thoughts: Anthron. But, it was made of wood, and carved exceptionally well, something the wolf surely didn't do itself. A whittling knife sat at the Orc's waist, if Nura so peered there once she noticed the odd duo looking her way.*"
},
{
"author": "Nargul",
"message": "\"How did you find yourself here, Spirit?\" *The Orc spoke with a low, rumbling voice. It wasn't sharp in affect, almost appreciably soft.*"
},
{
"author": "Nura",
"message": "The plantlike being turned at his question, blinking owlishly; first at the towering orc, then at the great beast to his side. Then she leaned towards them slightly, tilting her head with a curious hum as she studied the duo. Her vibrant petals and verdant green clothes rustled with her movement; a pleasant, floral aroma wafting from her like that of a meadow.\n\n\"*Miv sa Nura, ji'entar! Kor'avi sashu ar jotogek - vivek wukan'ri, iresmi ahiri! Osetra, sa anim Sylvan chispora? Ku shuni'tenka gamdu iresmoni Common, miv sa japuko... Oh, aan ku pamo ino.*\"\n\nShe spoke in a friendly, lilting tone, pointing at the massive Greenheart Forest just outside the city limits behind her. Then, she straightened her posture and made a slow sweeping gesture at the orc and his wolf - a polite, nonverbal *Your turn to speak*.\n\nTranslation: || \"I'm Nura, greetings! You two are giant - reminiscent of wild, tall trees! Wait, do you speak Sylvan very well? I don't know much Common, I'm new at this... Oh, and I live there.\" ||"
},
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"author": "Nargul",
"message": "*He let out a blusterous guffaw through pursed lips at the perfectly spoken Sylvan. He couldn't understand a word- save for 'Common', but interpreted by intuition that the spirit didn't share a language with him. He didn't even want to try Orcish - not here, while eyes and ears wandered and waited for the smallest reason to have a problem with him. Returning to a more stony visage, he rolls his shoulders back, laying off the sword and pack from one side as he sets them aside, leaning against the fountain as he sat near the edge of it.*\n\n*Pointing at himself, and Lohmar, he just speaks a handful of words.* \"Common, Orcish. No Sylvan.\" *But otherwise - he was curious enough of the spirit to try and communicate with a more universal language. He took out a sizable sack from his side, well-kept and covered containers within each holding petrified knots of trees of various species. All, to the Sylvan's senses, having died naturally and been collected. Some of them were in the process of being carved, resembling figurines and interpretations of the gods and goddesses of this world. Some, even, may be familiar to Nura- at her interpretation.*\n\n*Nargul holds out a pale knot of wood, likely a burl collected from one that died a long while ago. It was hardy and beautiful, whorls of decades held within, as Lohmar for the time being sat next to the Orc and peered about, keeping an eye for trouble.*\n\n*He held it out to Nura, nodding.* \"Show me. Shape like home. Your land. Your god. I will keep.\" *He tried, slowly, to enunciate meaning into terms she'd likely had heard before in Common, avoiding anything metaphorical as best as he could.*"
},
{
"author": "Lohmar",
"message": "*The great beast, however, seemed to gaze more curiously at the Dryad by the moment, before wincing one side of his muzzle and letting out a sneeze. Likely a new scent or something ticklish from her myriad of leaves and materials.*\n\n*But, a single flap of his tail against the stone indicated he wasn't too displeased by her.*"
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"author": "Nura",
"message": "The dryad's yellow eyes glimmered brightly at the offering of wood; she recognized the intent behind it, and she delicately took the pale piece into her palm. After a thorough investigation of it, she nodded in satisfaction and cupped it gently to her chest, her eyes closed in concentration. A pale green glow emanated from her fingers, and with a soft, song-like murmur under her breath, the glow burned brighter and brighter - blazing like pure sunlight - before dimming and fading away.\n\nShe opened her eyes, smiling as she held out one of her cupped hands towards Nargul; instead of the pale, dead knot of wood from moments ago, there was a deep brown figurine. It was now living oak, shaped into the sturdy figure of a woman with wise eyes and a dress of etched flowers.\n\n\"*Yor'isha* Alynthi,\" Nura whispered reverently, \"*Jishobu ju ru'koki aan ru Jishiga'ka.*\"\n\nWith her right hand offering the figurine, her left beckoned amicably for the wolf to come closer; she held no fear for any beasts of the wild - seeing them as creations of Galedrial - and was always happy to befriend them whenever she could.\n\n\"Kind... Little cousin...\" She said, her Common hesitant and rolling roughly off her tongue. \"...Defender of *Jotogek seku*. Name?\"\n\nThe dryad pointed to herself, then gestured to both Lohmar and Nargul. \"Nura. You?\" She asked simply.\n\nTranslation: || \"Goddess Alynthi, mother of myself and my People.\" \"...Defender of giant friend.\"||"
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"author": "Nargul",
"message": "*He watched the process carefully, forearms rested over his knees as he sat against the edge of the fountain. Magic flowed around the Nymph as freely as the water behind him, as it all went on, and it did catch his curiosity enough to keep a stare. His expression was muted, for now - he's seen many acts, but there was something amiacable there, opposed to how he saw most sorcerers. No- this wasn't some act of selfish obsession, this was just an expression of self, in a way. So, he nodded to nothing, to himself, a question answered in his mind that he never spoke.*\n\n*When the figurine was offered back, Nargul's eyes opened just wide enough for his impressment to be apparent. He enjoyed his craft, but there were certain details that his fingers couldn't reproduce, no matter how carefully he placed the whittle. Turning it over, and over, he gave the creation its due of appreciation, seeing the gods- even the one of his home's foes- as revered idols. Carefully, it was placed in a gilded bag with some cushioning, among the other figurines.*\n\n\"Well made. She looks strong.\" *He says to Nura- a curious word perhaps, for the beauty and grace that statuette emanated, but perhaps Nargul's tone implied well to Nura well that truth belief behind their language barrier: The Orc saw strength in more than just might and power - it was a matter of poise and purity in image to him, as well.*"
},
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"author": "Lohmar",
"message": "*The Wolf stood and walked over. Even as it sat patiently on its haunches, it was likely able to loom over the blooming, smiling Nymph. It paid close attention to the spirit- curious himself of the talking tree, as it had long heard the whispers between the other trees, or seen glimpses of the coy, clever little things that lived in their shadows and in the air around them.*\n\n*Lohmar tilted his head down, and then back up, implying his amulet. It was a sizable symbol of Anthron, though stylized in a master's hand by a wood whittle into something like a wolf.*\n\n*It seemed that the wolf himself had been brought into the Orc's faith, though at the mention of Galadriel, Lohmar's head dipped as well after a moment of recognition. Quiet the clever one, this wolf. And a warrior as well. Inspection and intuition both would lead to that conclusion; everything about how the wolf held itself spoke to its relationship with the Orc. They were companions in arms, in travel, and the wold would look not out of place with a sword in its maw as well, in a silly little vision. Though, he had his own unseen blades: a row of sharp fangs.*"
},
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"author": "Nargul",
"message": "*On the Nymph's question, Nargul looked up from the shuffling he was doing, as he took a nearly-finished statue and his sharp whittle, beginning to hone himself to the task of finishing it. A gift for a gift, before he and the Nymph parted.*\n\n*He pointed to himself.* \"Nargul. Far from home. Far away. Lost- Searching.\" *He says, with an almost humored tone to it, as he found the simplicity of the terms he used truthful in a way that bit at him, momentarily.*\n\n*He pointed at Lohmar, for a moment.* \"Lohmar. \"Heart,\" In Orcish. He is young, still.\""
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"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "Winrae wasn't one for visiting towns the likes of Girian, but in her travels she simply had to stop for a drink. She hated travel via wayshrine, and while she had visited the capital of Findara through one, she refused to get back to Alynthi's capital the same way. It would take longer sure, but she would be able to stretch out her wings. She'd been flying for weeks in her venture from one capital to another, away on official business of course. Being a royal guard and one of Kamara's Chosen had its perks, but it also had its downsides such as political visits to other kingdoms. For now, the town she new as Girian would have to be the one to satiate her hunger and thirst. Landing gently to the ground, Winrae was clad in her standard armor, one anyone from Alynthi would recognize as a royal guard's armor. Many passersby stopped and stared at the paladin, but she paid them no mind. It was typical for men, women and children to stare at her in awe.\n\nWinrae had yet to remove her helmet adorned with a stags antlers and covered in gold, making her look quite intimidating to the farmers and commoners that passed her by. Through her helmet's small visor, she scanned for anything that remotely looked like a tavern, inn or bar, and as her pure white eyes finally settled on the White Hart Inn, she started off towards it. Entering the ramshackled pub, she had to slightly duck when walking through the door. Being an aasimar already gave her quite the height advantage, but both her wings and heavy boots gave her a few more inches easily. Those within the pub stopped and stared in awe, and as Winrae scanned the room many looked away out of either fear or simply not wishing to be seen as an issue by an obvious royal guard.\n\nWithout hesitation, the paladin walked forward toward the bar, but had yet to sit down. More so out of fear she may break a chair when doing so.\n\nThrough her helmet, the paladin actually sounded more male in tone. Her voice was naturally deeper than most women's, and speaking through a helmet only amplified her sounding like a man. \"A water, please.\"A few men nearby snickered at such a strong-looking individual ordering nothing more than water, and as her head almost immediately shot over at them they stopped and turned away anxiously. Winrae rolled her eyes beneath her helm, then turned back to the innkeep who was bringing her what she had asked for. With a simple nod of thanks, the paladin finally removed her helmet, revealing her long and blazing red hair along with the fact that this was in fact a woman, not a man. To any who would dare challenge her status, they would quickly take note of the massive greatsword on her back, along with just how strong her armor looked.\n\nWinrae stood silently, well over many people within the bar and drank her water. The people of Girian were commoners, people she didn't feel deserved her time unless they asked for it."
},
{
"author": "suyika",
"message": "It was hard to not notice the presence that had just entered the Inn.\n\nLilnarei was content and fine to be by herself she has gained a notable reputation within the Inn so most people left her alone as talking to her meant you had a job for her. For today though it was supposed to be a casual day today she wouldn't be accepting any missions obvious for how she was dressed today wearing nothing but a brown linen shirt, pants, and leather boots along with her signature red sash and she had her twin sai's at her sides as well for just in case the inn decided to become rambunctious, and with the newcomer, it just might. \n\nIt wasn't hard to recognize a Royal Knight due to there armor but it was so less in the case for Winrae who has a considerable reputation within Alynthi. With her arms crossed Lilnarei stood by the fireplace with a foot propped up against the wall, as she watched the Knight pass her heading straight for the barkeep. \n\nShe held no surprise when the Knight took off her helmet turning out to be a woman if you knew what to look for you shouldn't be surprised especially if you knew that woman's reputation and that sword speaks volumes as well. While her information network wasn't as vast as some nobles it was decent enough to get her information on who to avoid and whatnot."
},
{
"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "Winrae could easily feel eyes on her with her back turned to the majority of those within the bar. As she idly glanced around with a lidded look, her eyes slightly widened as they fell onto a tiefling who seemed to be looking straight at her. The blood within her screamed to fight every tiefling she came across. Angels versus devils and what have you, but that was not the life she chose to live. Killing innocents for simply being what they were. That prejudice was still at the forefront of her mind, staring back at the tiefling with her bright white eyes glowing ever so slightly. Winrae sat her empty glass down with a gentle sigh before moving directly toward the tiefling. Even though she couldn't start something with the woman, she could easily end it.\n\nWinrae's armor clanked heavily with each step she took, and as she finally neared the tiefling she stopped and leaned her shoulder against the cobbled wall of the fireplace. Its warmth quickly reached her armor, but she didn't mind it in the slightest. \"Skulking a bit, are we?\" Winrae's voice sounded almost triumph and boastful with each word she spoke, though her demeanor seemed almost as if she were challenging the tiefling to speak out against her. Nevertheless, Winrae crossed her arms over her breastplate and simply looked at the woman before her."
},
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"author": "suyika",
"message": "Lilnarei didn't move an inch as the tall woman clad in armor came closer with each step. Her height barely reached just underneath her chin being a full 5 inches shorter than her. She gave a slight huff as the woman decided to lean her shoulder against the cobbled wall and now the center of attention was focused on the two of them, and she absolutely hated it it's why she prefers to be by herself most of the team up with Satar was a once in a lifetime miracle her tail swishing slowly from left to right back and forth. \n\nLilnarei gave a small grunt of annoyance in terms of acknowledgment she didn't mean anything by it, and she had made no movement as of yet but every part of her body is telling her to move, to not make a scene. But not out of fear or anything of the like it was just the simple fact of wanting to be alone and most of the people of the barkeep knew that. You don't talk to her unless you have a job for her, from the Adventure's Guild or an approved mission by the Adventure's Guild."
},
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"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "\"It's rude to not answer when someone is addressing you. Are you a mute?\" Winrae squinted in slight irritation at the fact that someone dared ignore her words. She stood up straight, keeping her hands crossed over her chest while she waited once more for the tiefling to answer. Surely everyone in the room could feel the tenseness between the two, though the expression on Winrae's face kept all who would dare step in, silent. The paladin leaned in ever so slightly, her voice booming as it usually did. \"Well, speak, tiefling.\" Winrae's white eyes glowed ever so faintly, but the longer their conversation, albeit *One-sided* Conversation went on, the brighter they began to look. Almost as if a fire was starting from with in her, just waiting to be released."
},
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"author": "suyika",
"message": "Lilnarei's green eyes stared straight at Winrae's it wasn't cocky by any means necessary and for sure she felt the heat even if it's just a little, and she's also not the type to make a scene so for now she'll just cool things off with a few sweet words while she knew not how to talk like a noble she knew how to dance her words around them, and plus she was asked to how could she not?\n\n\"I don't mind speaking one-bit princess, but if you can try not to overexert yourself in meaningless things otherwise you'll be made a fool of.\" Her voice wasn't as deep as Winrae's neither was it high-pitched it set right in the middle of the two as mature as it could be, and while it wasn't the kindest of words she's spoken to an Aasimar it should be enough to defuse the tension at the very least."
},
{
"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "While in any other situation, perhaps one a bit more private and away from prying eyes, Winrae would have happily decked the tiefling right then and there. However, as a royal guard, her prejudice had to remain within her as much as possible, or she could face judgement from those she's sworn to protect. Swiveling her jaw as a clear sign of holding many foul words back, Winrae gave an extremely sarcastic smile. \"She can speak, praise be to the gods. Their blessings shine bright on us all, wouldn't you agree?\" Winrae glanced around the tavern, eyes dodging her fiery white glance as she did before they fell back onto the tiefling once more. \"So, what brings a woman *Like you* Into Girian?\""
},
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"author": "suyika",
"message": "Lilnarei cracked a small smirk at the corners of her lips as none of the Inn goers dared answer her back dodging her glances. Before bringing her face back to a more unperturbed expression.\"Relaxing.\" She answered back simply before continuing. \"The folks back at home, the Adverntuing Guild are too rowdy and rambunctious for my taste at the moment.\" She subtly scanned the crowd behind Aasimar making sure to keep her face at the attention of Winrae seeing if anything needed her attention at the moment to see if they want her to move this conversation elsewhere because as she sees it, this situation is too tense for the average citizen to enjoy even a simple drink. Well she bets any Royal Knight can do that."
},
{
"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "\"Advernturer's Guild huh? I've heard of it but never knew what exactly that job entailed. *Adventuring* I'm assuming? Perhaps taking up monster hunting bounties and what not, right?\" Winrae raised an eyebrow at the tieflings nonchalant attitude in the presence of someone as important as she, though she noticeably began to relax ever so slightly. It would see the tiefling before her didn't care about her status or what she was, which made Winrae both irritated and a bit calmer funnily enough. The woman seemed calm and collected, someone Winrae simply wasn't used to when dealing with their kind."
},
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"author": "suyika",
"message": "Lilnarei nodded. \"All of those and above will fit the description, and then some.\" Carefully without startling or surprising the Aasimar. She reached into her left pocket passing Dusk and reached for something immediately the Aasimar would be able to sense that something is dreadfully wrong in what's she is pulling out. \n\nAnd looking closer at the Tiefling she could clearly see some dark bruises in her skin, and small Knicks of where something sharp had gotten to her as her sleeves were terribly long allowing most to see her arms it would seem whatever she battled with didn't leave her unscathed the wounds and bruises look fresh. \n\nEventually, she pulled out a white chip of something but to the Aasimr it would seem that it radiated pure evil easily recognizing it as a part of a Bicorn horn. \"This little thing gave me and my party quite the beating sadly one of us did pass away from it, it could fetch a pretty price for the right seller but.\" \n\nShe reached out a hand her towards Winrae handing over the chip to her. \"I bet an Aasimar of your standing could put it to better use you or would you rather to just destroy it all?\" She waited for her answer not moving much of an inch."
},
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"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "Winrae tensed a bit as the tiefling reached into her pocket, but relaxed a bit when it turned out to be nothing terrible. Listening to the woman, Winrae frowned slightly. \"A bicorn? A rare sight, and even rarer to manage to slay. I commend you on it.\" Listening quietly, she wondered what she meant by destroying it. \"No. I would never destroy something like this, but I also wouldn't allow it to fall into the wrong hands. I'd give it to someone who could extract its magic safely, the utilize it for good.\" Winrae finished with a nod, plain and simple before reluctantly offering the piece of horn back to the tiefling. She meant what she said, and the *Right hands* Weren't exactly a tiefling in her eyes. With a sigh, Winrae continued. \"I apologize for your loss. Is there anything I can assist with?\""
},
{
"author": "suyika",
"message": "Lilnarei shook her head quickly. \"It's fine keep it. As I said an Aasimr of your standing could do wonders with it. Keep it I insist.\" She urged but continued she nodded at the idea of the Aasimr extracting the remaining magic turning it into good. \n\n\"As for the loss it's not a problem ma'am we accept life as is and move forward each day. You do these dangerous missions every once in and while, and death is expected to come from it. So we bury our people and move on no ritual or blessing, or anything of the sort we like to keep things simple and easy, we use everything the forests give us.\" Her voice didn't waver one bit. Looking at her hand a small gouge in the form of a circle could be seen before she closed it into a fist."
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{
"author": "Rin Kagami",
"message": "It would not take long until Gunnvaldr picked up signs of an incoming stranger. As the last rays of sunlight peeked through, past the many westward trees of Greenheart Forest, to illuminate the poor farmer town of Girian in fading hues of red and orange, a loud, creaking sound echoed across the dim White Hart Inn; the wooden saloon doors swinging open to announce the arrival of a most peculiar newcomer.\n\nThe few remaining clients at the Inn's dingy lower floor met this new arrival with shifty eyes, at first, as it was not typical of an upstanding citizen to walk into such spaces covered in a hood. Suspicious pairs of eyes trailed the overtly unfamiliar figure as it shuffled furtively across the stone-brick floors, taking its seat by the crackling fireplace. Though the near flame danced shapes of light across the dark fabric of their cloak, neither it nor the dim candles would suffice to illuminate anything of the stranger's face—save for the small glints reflected upon what must have been their eyes.\n\nTo Gunnvaldr, it was fairly obvious that this was the person of whom he had been warned. Their spiritual presence, although strangely muted, held the same feeling of considerable morbidness and mystery which he'd been told of by the spirits. He knew it the second they'd stepped in—this was someone whose mind held a singular purpose, and that was to have one of his patrons murdered by moonlight.\n\nAfter settling down, Rin quickly scanned the room, and found her suspicions confirmed when she caught sight of a lone, worried-looking man, sitting by himself in the corner opposite to her own, indulging himself in what seemed to be his final few drinks of the day. His rough features and blonde hair were an exact match to those in the contract. It was now only a matter of time until she tracked him down to a more secluded spot and eliminated him.\n\n ㅤ\nA few minutes after, eyes previously glued to the stranger had all but forgotten about their existence. Now, one after the other, the few remaining patrons had begun to finish their drinks and move out, past the creaking saloon doors and back to town outside, where they would then head for their homes. Not one of them seemed to care enough or remember to cast a look Rin's way. *\"Even a fully cloaked figure stands out less in a crowd than does a Drow outside Lazaroth.\"*\n\nIt was only after the man with blonde hair and rough features paid his bill and headed for the exit that Rin finally moved. Having stood perfectly still for so long, all while not having bought anything to eat or drink, it only took her half a minute past the target's departure to stand up and begin heading for the exit doors. \n\nIf she was left unaccounted for, that man would not live to watch the sun rise the following day."
},
{
"author": "Gunnvaldr Dreamwalker",
"message": "*Gunnvaldr sighed deeply, calming himself to prepare for what was to come. Just because he knew roughly what was going to happen didn't mean it wasn't stressful. Visions almost never were perfectly clear, and it was even rarer for him to have been told to intervene directly in someone's fate. But he was a practiced professional, and wouldn't delve into the rabbit hole of what-ifs that plagued so many other folks.*\n\n*He then felt something, at the edge of his consciousness, growing closer. He sat up a bit and waited, scratching his dog idly. He observed the presence of the drow enter the tavern. Of course he couldn't tell it was her by that detail, it would require some magic to get that level of clarity, but the malice she emanated was clear to him that it was her. He continued to sit, silently listening to both the real world and spirit world, as she sat down, watched her prey leave the tavern, and began to leave the tavern to end another life. Gunnvaldr knew without a shadow of a doubt, it was his time to act.*\n\"Leaving so soon?\" *Gunnvaldr called out to the woman, and the already quiet tavern went nearly silent, and those folks still present left quickly. They knew when the old elf started acting strange, it was best to steer clear if it didn't involve you. Gunnvaldr gestured in the approximate direction of the chair across from his.* \n\n\"We have yet to properly introduce ourselves, and you have no need to rush. His home is well guarded tonight.\" *He said with a smile.*"
},
{
"author": "Rin Kagami",
"message": "*...And there went what little planning she'd put into this.*\n\nThe cloaked girl stopped in her tracks, watching quietly as the last customer left through the creaky saloon doors. Suddenly, her only company were the cobblestone walls, the lone wooden tables, with leftovers still strewn about them, and *Someone else*—a patron whose presence had hitherto escaped Rin entirely, and who yet, in a sudden turn of events, had just finished calling her out in such an overt fashion that she'd almost thought of him as an ally to the Sisterhood.\n\nA stillness then followed. For a moment, all that could be heard across the dingy room were the soft crackles of the fireplace by the corner. And it was during that short time that all sound logic within the little assassin's brain began to dictate that she should ignore this strange interruption and simply follow suit with her plans. She was indeed about to do just that, when some faint yet demanding whisper of defiance sounded within her mind; beckoning her to indulge that strange figure and his invitation. *He has you all figured out, after all. It's not like you're going to be let off that easy.*\n\nWith her back yet turned to this most strange, lingering customer, she spoke in a soft voice ill-befitting of her words:\n\n**\"I'd've killed him before he ever made it back.\"**"
},
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"author": "Gunnvaldr Dreamwalker",
"message": "*Gunnvaldr leaned forward in his chair, stretching a bit before shaking his head disappointedly.* \"Yet another possibility that isn't to be, I'm afraid. Come, sit, there is no need to stand there doing little.\" \n\n*He reached back into his bag and pulled out a treat for Bjorn, who took if happily. He was clearly mistrustful of the stranger, and Gunnvaldr scratched the dog to help calm him. Nonetheless Bjorn stood near him, ready to protect him should the need arise.*\n\n\"I don't believe we have met before. I am Gunnvaldr, although locals call me Dreamwalker. Who might you be? I already know your business here, but by now that matters little. A guard would have met him to escort him home by now.\""
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"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "*Richard walked through the forest, slashing branches out of the way with his knife. The ranger walked unnaturally quiet, using his Illusion magic to muffle the sound out of habit more than anything. He turned the corner, and there before them stood an overgrown wooden palisade, several timbers falling down, others would have holes. The gate hung broken from it's hinges.*\n\n*In front of the gate several rows of wooden markers were layed out, marking several dozen mounds of earth. As they walked into the city, several more graves would be laid out. Burned down buildings, still black from the fire. Arrows and broken weapons. All overgrown. The signs of a slaughter where everywhere. Richard stood in silence.*"
},
{
"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"I did not doubt your word on this, my friend. I shall have one of my rangers mark this location for further study. They do not become lost in forests such as these.\" *Astalios remarked quietly as he observed the marks of a clear massacre. He summoned an arrowhead out of the earth, inspecting the rusted over point as it raced to his hand like a hawk recalled from flight.*\n\n*It was clearly castle-make. Astalios could feel the inner creases in the steel, the quality that could only be found when a good armorer was contracted. This evidence supported the word of the ranger in the forest. It was seen with his own eyes, and sensed within that there was much old and rusted metal in the scene before him. Chain mail. No sigils of metal... Perhaps...*\n\n\"I wonder if any of the fallen dropped a signet ring?\" *He spoke aloud, searching through the ruins with his senses. There was not much that a good operation would include in the way of identification, but a lord's signet was his personal property, and was meant to be on him at all times.*"
},
{
"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Taking in the sight before them, Roesia let out a gentle gasp. She had never seen such destruction before, and didn't actually know this place was here. She lived in the Greenheart Woods, and did when this attack happened and never noticed it? Would she have stepped in if she did? Many questions popped into the half-elf's mind as she took in the scene, but her heart dropped as her eyes fell upon the dozens of graves that Richard himself must have dug. She couldn't imagine his pain, and understood a bit more why he was so harsh toward who he had assumed did this to him, his family and his community. Roesia's eyes were filled with sadness and grief for the lives lost, and without another moment she gave a silent prayer to the Goddess of Life Viviana, and hoped each of the individual lives lost here were safe and sound in the afterlife.\n\nHearing Astalios speak, Roesia peered over at the arrow in his hands. She didn't understand the magic he used, nor did she really want to even try given it seemed so complex, but when he mentioned a ring she nearly jumped off her horse ready to look for one. However, she stayed planted on Angus, unsure if it was even her place to go digging through remains. \"Why would they do this, whoever it was? This village seemed- I don't know, this village doesn't strike me as a place of wealth. It just seems like a strange target for bandits. There had to have been more here they were interested in.\" Roesia's mind flickered back to her mention of slavery, but even then, burning a whole village down to only take a fraction of its people to sell? It seemed off. *Really* Off."
},
{
"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"It's true. I sense no valuable ore deposits, no wealth of gold. But that is not likely to be left behind when a village is ransacked. Steel is left, iron horseshoes... There are many leftovers from the people, but I cannot sense them there. No suits of armor nor anything but old rusted gates...\" *He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, reaching out with his other senses - smell, the sight of his eyes. It smelled like black charcoal even now, ready to be used in steel. Fires had raged hot.*\n\n*The arrows were likely from the attackers. But there was no stamp of identification he could glean from them. None of their pieces of armor had been distinctive. No knights left their coats of arms here. But it had to be found. Iron gall ink had long been dispersed, documents left decayed and gone.*\n\n*Perhaps he looked upon them a bit casually, but there was a hardness to Astalios's eyes revealed when he viewed the piles of long-dead corpses. He had seen mounds like that before, hated their appearance. Every soldier he could identify was given an honored burial. And those that were lost were in the end given steel statues, commemorating their sacrifice for the ages to come.*\n\n\"Tell me, Richard. What is best representative of your village? What image can you describe to me of them?\""
},
{
"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "*Richard walked off, surprisingly his footsteps were actually audible. His mind was filled with painful thoughts of the attack. Of his parents, of his friends, the terrible. He sat down by one of the houses in particular. A two story building that looked well made. The door had been broken in, but the fire had not damaged it much. He didn't step inside though. The memories would be to painful. He was sure. He sat in silence.*"
},
{
"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "\"I think he may need a moment.\" Roesia answered for Richard as she looked over to the prince. After all, this was the remains of his home and she was sure his mourning was far from over. Finally, Roesia dismounted and left Angus at the edge of the destruction. Waking carefully toward the remains of the village, her eyes saddened more and more the closer she got. Her senses were heightened, more so than anyone else in the vicinity given her lycanthropy. She could smell the remains beneath the earth, even if they were nearly completely gone down to the bone. The scent of long burned wood and fresh overgrowth combined to give a sense of life anew, but the destruction from the past remained.\n\nWalking down what must have been a small dirt road years ago, Roesia stopped in front of the remains of a burned down house. The doorway was still intact by some miracle, and as she approached it she peered within only to have her heart sink at what was left. What little furniture those who lived here had was burned to ash, and the remains of a small family home was now nothing more than fuel for plants to feed and grow from. While in a dark way, plants growing over such a travesty was beautiful, but it didn't take away from the fact that what happened here was terrible.\n\nRoesia pulled herself away and walked back down the small road to where the prince was, her eyes turning back to simply look at the village. It was terrible, and now all Roesia wanted was to help Richard and the prince bring justice to whomever had done this."
},
{
"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"Just so.\" *He murmured, sliding down off of Tempest easily as he approached further to inspect the village ruins. Arrows hadn't been removed. No one had disturbed the village's peace since its destruction, and the crunching footsteps of steel on charcoal from his sabatons against the ash were perhaps the only sound besides that of the forest that stuck out. It was clear that the boots of knights hadn't been here in quite some time, and the village wouldn't like them to return, anyway.*\n\n*Coins slowly tarnishing away, a few coppers left buried in the dirt. An anvil to the left. Not everything had been taken, and bolts that held houses together had simply rusted and dropped to the ground after their wooden backings had rotted. The people left below the ground sometimes had scraps with them - a fishhook or two, a silver piece hidden in the robes, now tarnished. Each grave was not rich, and barely any wore metal armor in their mounds of earth. Perhaps one or two wore simple hauberks - town watchmen?\n\nAt any rate, the gears of a mill were absent, and there were no rivers flowing through the town. It was devoid of anything people would have needed so much as to kill for it, especially now that the village had been left abandoned and fallow, weeds overgrowing the houses and ivy reclaiming the landscape. He shook his head to Roesia, placed a steady arm on her shoulder, and left for the ranger, approaching cautiously and quietly to wait beside him. The iron of a long-abandoned fence post quietly disintegrated behind him. Bolts and coins amalgamated themselves into long tendrils of metal that burrowed underground, waited in silence for Richard's memory of the place to be told.*\n\n*Astalios knelt behind him.*"
},
{
"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "*Richard would gather his thoughts for a bit. Why the prince cared so much about this crime he didn't know. It was a comforting thought, that his parents wouldn't be forgotten. But at the same time, there was more corruption inherent in any government system. He spoke of law and was assured, but the lawyers and the other officials were almost certainly as corrupt. Especially several of the nobles he had already come across had been similarly corrupt. He had no desire to be mired in a court battle, where all forms of tricks could deny his parents the justice they deserved.*\n\n\"See what I've gone through? This is the worst, but it isn't everything. I've seen corrupt nobles burn a home because they couldn't pay extravagant taxes, I've seen bandits burn a farm because the farmers didn't let them hide in their barn. I've seen solders take a family's entire supply of food in the middle of the winter. If you really want to clean up the banditry, clean up your government first. Many of your officials show no desire for justice and will provide no aid unless directly aiding them. I can't help with prosecuting other crimes, but keep a closer eye on your subordinates. They are not all saints.\""
},
{
"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"This *Is* The effort to clean up my government.\" *He responded simply.* \"I care a great deal about having my subordinates be honest men. Your stories are quite concerning, and what has occurred here is doubly so. Here, even the normal town and city guards are well loved by Alynthi's people. This has been our promise to them for years. Your experiences are not the norm, and the reason they are not widespread is what we are doing now. The care to tie up loose ends, make sure people know we *Will* Protect our subjects from harm.\"\n\n\"I cannot prevent terrible people from being born into families with power, but I *Can* Take that power away if they abuse it. This is *Why* Alynthi has enjoyed peace and prosperity these past years - my father, my mother, and I have tried to keep our places clean of corruption. Largely, we have succeeded, but no man has eyes in every place at once. Nor should I constantly surveil my subjects and invade their privacy with scrying upon all of them at all times.\"\n\n\"I do not intend to *Say* They are all saints. But I can at least bring them closer to that standard with your help...\" *The iron tendrils rose from the ground, pooled in his outstretched hand as he pulled the metal towards him.*\n\n\"What was the name of this town?\""
},
{
"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "*He sat in silence, as more painful memories, mostly happy ones involving his old family, and his next words were barely more than a whisper.* \"Heartford\" *He said. He hadn't said that name in years, and full of stress, he stood up.*\n\n*The village was burned, but there was one last thing the prince would want to see. The only thing that gave him comfort during the attack. He stood and gestured to the Prince for him to follow. A short distance away where two unmarked graves lay, different from the rest. The two individuals buried within were unwise members of the assault, who had been killed by Richard as they had tried to carry him off as well. He rummaged in a bush for a while nearby, and pulled out a faded shield bearing the king's emblem.*"
},
{
"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "*There was mail, well made, and weapons, too. A sword, well made. But nothing to identify, no signet and no seal beyond livery that had long since decayed under the earth, leaving nothing behind but maggots that then became flies and then the soil that fed the overgrown weeds in the village left behind...\n\nThe metal pooling in his hand clenched and compressed, then drew itself out into a longsword, long and sharp, useful and sturdy. It was made of steel now freed from rust, iron from the town reconstituted into the weapon he now held. Upon its blade appeared the letters H-E-A-R-T-F-O-R-D, as if pressed into the metal, and he let it fly from his grip. The sword hovered in front of Richard for a moment before turning itself around, the hilt towards him, and placing itself steadily in his hand as the shield bearing the king's emblem floated from his arms, the steel rim letting Astalios maneuver it. He clenched his fist.\n\nThe rim imploded, the king's emblem crushed.*\n\n\"The sword I have given you is yours to carry should you use it for the purposes of justice and the law. It signified that my trust is in you now to do what is right.\" *He inhaled and exhaled.* \"Whoever is using the royal coat of arms will be killed swiftly. It's better than they deserve, but it's what the world deserves. To be rid of such creatures of deception.\""
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{
"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "*He he stood up as the prince forged the blade. He still seemed distant, lost in his thoughts, but seeing the blade, and feeling the cold metal in his hand brought him back to reality. He traced his finger along the letters, and his fist clentched around the handle as he looked up.*\n\n\"May the Gods grant your search with succsess. And I swear to you right now. Whoever ransacked this village and kidnapped my parents will die by this blade. Surely if you can capture and convict the culprit as you are so sure you can, you can grant me that honor.\" *His expression remained stern, but the tone of his voice spoke volumes, and the fire of vengance would glow brightly in his eyes. This hope of justice had been restored from the most unexpected place. He doubted that the legal system could actually convict the culprit. Most likely the vile Robber Baron, bankrolled by this attack and others, was sure to have ample bribes to rig the courts. But nevertheless, the prince's discoveries would likely allow him to track down the villain himself. As he said. The villain would die by his blade. In the meantime, there were still plenty of lesser evils to combat until the Prince's investigation could yield results.*\n\n\"And one more thing\" *He said as he picked up a stray plank. He held out the plank to the prince, and the image of a battle scared, but well fed nobleman appeared out of nowhere on it, his black mustache and matching well trimmed hair looking sinister.* \"Take off the crown. Should any of his men still watch this place, for whatever reason, you will have more than bandits to worry about if they recognize you.\" *With that he started walking off into the forest, seeming to blur once obscured by the foliage until he was out of site.*"
},
{
"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"It will be all yours, as is only right.\" *Astalios conceded. The matter of choosing the executioner was no large one in the eyes of the law - and if justice in his country be ever more poetic, then who was he to deny that? The final swing of the sword would belong to that man whose home had been taken from him by the actions of the convicted. Proper as well as satisfying, the way things **Should** Be. The visage of the man he was shown was a good one to memorize.* \"Take care, woodsman, and keep your eyes open for real injustice.\"\n\n*But as for the crown, there was no way in the heavens or the hells that it was going away. To doff it would be to hide himself and concede to the banditry that they had free reign over the area, and that they were able to threaten even the royalty of Alynthi. They could never be allowed to maintain the illusion of such power, lest they take heart. Better for them to see the crown, their greed to give them away, and for their own arrows to pierce their hearts as they loosed them intending to kill him, to take gold and armor that was never theirs. And if this person should try to assault him, then there would be reason to summarily execute him without any trial. \n\nIt made his pulse quicken in anticipation of battle, an urge he quickly forced down.\n\nThere was only himself and Roesia left in the village clearing, besides his two rangers. He looked away from the path of the ranger, and his eyes met hers once more.*\n\n\"I don't suppose you'd like to continue hunting with me once more, would you?\" *He asked, a wry grimace on his face. The humor was weak, and it was likely that she would choose to go her own way.*"
},
{
"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Roesia had stayed strangely quiet for the majority of the prince's and woodsman's conversation, and instead focused her attention on what was left of the village. It wasn't her place to jump in to such a political and emotional discussion, so she allowed her eyes and ears to trail off elsewhere to allow the men as much privacy as she could give them. With a gentle sigh, Roesia watched as the Wolf of Greenheart finally disappeared back into the woods, and the half-elf turned to the prince with a slight smile. \"If you're still up for it, I wouldn't mind. Though if we're hunting bigger game I'm not entirely sure a dagger will cut it.\" Not even realizing her own joke, Roesia walked past the prince and mounted Angus once more, an invitation for Astalios to join her via Tempest. \n\nWithout another word, Roesia wrapped her fingers around her familiar's amulet once more and her purple hawk Hera eventually appeared seemingly out of thin air. Landing on the hunter's arm, Roesia's eyes then began to glow the same color as her bird, and without another second Hera flew up from Roesia's arm and into the sky in no direction in particular. Shaking her head slightly, Roesia looked back to the prince. \"Hera will find us something interesting in no time.\""
},
{
"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"Thank you for your patience. I understand that it's not every day we run into a man or a scenario such as this one.\" *It was a massive understatement, of course, and he knew that fact, but there was no tool quite like understating the situation to reduce focus and move on with the task at hand. It happened to be that he had quite enjoyed the experience of hunting right up until Richard had appeared. What better way to move on than to focus on happier things? The unlikeliness of his dagger to work on larger game, for one...*\n\n\"Well punned.\" *He chuckled for a moment.* \"But the dagger isn't all I have with me, nor is it fixed into one shape, as it were. If it needs to become longer or travel faster, it can.\" *He spoke of it like it had a mind of its own, and wasn't directly controlled by his magic. There was something to that - every weapon was different. The way they worked and the way they felt in your hand was always a unique experience.*\n\n\"And of course, if something really large is around, I can detach a gauntlet for another spear or similar implement. I think out arsenal is quite well made. Here's hoping that Hera's sight is unerring.\" *He nodded.*"
},
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Nodding in the prince's direction, the two set off in the direction Hera had flown, the only sound around them being the hoofbeats of their horses and the nature of the Greenheart Woods. Part of her mind was still with Richard and what was going to happen with him and those who harmed him, but another part was on what could be on Astalios's mind. Someone had practically defaced the name he'd worked so hard to give to his kingdom. Their true and honest nature. Roesia partially wished to ask just how the prince planned to deal with such a thing, but she opted against it and instead chose a different conversation topic as the walked along.\n\nIdly running her fingers through Angus's man, Roesia looked over to Astalios and gestured toward him. \"So you can control anything metal? So if there were a statue made of metal, could you animate it?\" Roesia didn't wish to be nosy, but she was genuinely curious as she had never seen anything like his magic before. Especially given he was limited to *Only* That. Reaching back into one of her horse's pouches, she pulled out what looked to be a jerky of some kind before taking a piece for herself and tossing the other over to the prince without asking if he wanted any in the first place."
},
{
"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"As a matter of fact, I was hoping that the man we met would give me some kind of imagery I could forge into a statue in memory of his village. So, yes, I can animate anything made of metal, I suppose - although I cannot give it life. I have been trying to see what I can do with metal spells, but so far, my contingencies are one of the few more structured spells I can perform.\" *He explained, briefly holding up his hand. His gauntlet slid off, crawled itself up onto his palm, and tapped its fingers in a wavelike fashion. It then lifted into the air, waved to Roesia, and re-attached itself to the rest of his garb.*\n\n*The rangers followed behind, searching for anything overtly dangerous to the Prince's health.*\n\n*He caught the jerky deftly and tossed it into his mouth. It reminded him of the days on the road. He had always eaten the same meals as his men, though the officer's mess was of course set apart from the common soldiery. An officer was to be touched by grace, and invincible in the face of fire... So he could not be mortal and talk with the men.*\n\n\"Thank you.\" *He surveyed the forest, looking ahead for the bird.*"
},
{
"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Roesia smiled when the prince's gauntlet seemingly moved on its own, causing her to giggle a bit. \"Its truly fascinating, your power.\" Glancing back at the escorts, Roesia peered ahead, hoping Hera would contact her sooner rather than later. Angus nickered quietly, and the half-elf idly chewed on her own jerky before swallowing with a sigh. \"I only know a few basic things, like speaking with animals or calming them. Basic enchantment, I suppose. Though I have wanted to see how I can learn more. *If,* I can learn more that is.\"\n\nNodding at his thank you, almost as if out of nowhere, Roesia's eyes began to glow purple once again. Her expression dimmed a bit, as if her consciousness were elsewhere but Angus walked along as if nothing had changed. A moment passed and then Roesia snapped out of her stupor, her eyes darting over to the prince with a smile. \"Hera's spotted a herd of elk to the north, not too far at all. I only saw a single stag, but I suppose it'll just have to go to whoever lands the killing blow, hm?\" Roesia offered a wink, and without warning slapped the reigns on Angus and the two bolted off, taunting the prince to catch up as she did so."
},
{
"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"Indeed. I am at a loss as to where it comes from, but it is lucky, I suppose, that I have it.\" *He agreed, urging on Tempest as they continued through the forest with a gentle hand. There was much to enjoy about the forest if there was no immediate issue of justice to be resolved.* \"For my part, I cannot begin to know what Tempest thinks of me. He may simply cooperate out of a sense of duty - after all, he's not exactly a pet of mine, he's a warhorse.\" *He mused, wondering what the horse could say if he was of the mind to speak.*\n\n\"Of course.\" *He snapped the reins briefly, and Tempest raced off after Angus, though he was slowed down by the brush and the trees in a way that the more practiced Clydesdale was not. As a consequence, the prince closed his eyes and concentrated, focusing on the iron on the bottom of Tempest's horseshoes. After a few moments, they began to lift in the air, the destrier running as if up a hill as the horseshoes found resistance from the magic of his rider. They broke the canopy and galloped forward as if on the open field, but they did have quite a bit of ground to make up.*\n\n\"I hope you don't mind if I cheat!\" *He called ahead.*"
},
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Looking behind her, Roesia was sure she had lost the prince, but hearing him call out from *Above her* No less caused her cheeks to puff out with frustration. Urging Angus to go faster, Roesia let out a laugh and called out to the flying prince. \"Is that what they teach you in that castle of yours?\" It would be a good mile before they would need to both slow and quiet down so as not to scare the elk they planned to hunt, which for now gave them plenty of time to race and put one another to the test. Though, with the prince both cheating and riding on what is most likely a faster horse, he would inevitably pass Roesia in the long run. Clydesdale's weren't exactly built for speed, although Roesia refused to give up as long as Angus wasn't growing tired.\n\nShe had eventually lost sight of the prince, prompting her to call out above her once more, \"At some point you'll have to come back down you know!\" A part of Roesia wished she were up there with him, seeing the forest from a point of view she probably never would. Flying like Hera through the sky, through clouds and over fields of trees and grain. Was this something the prince did often? If so, she'd have to convince him at some point to take her with him on a ride through the sky."
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"At some point, yes!\" *He called back, a smile gracing his face as he and his horse flew through the skies, looking forward to the feeling of the wind in his hair. Tempest seemed to like this well enough, though the first few times he had done this, the horse had panicked, and he had been forced to propel himself off of the destrier to calm him down. Eventually, it had become a part of the routine to the warhorse, and he had adjusted fairly well.*\n\n*There was not much like the sensation of hurtling through the skies, whether it be in his armor or on his horse. Steel sabaton boots and iron horseshoes were a wonderful thing, for there was never a moment that the prince was denied a small escape to the sky.*\n\n*She had quite the lead, however, and he wasn't going to push Tempest too hard in order to catch up for something like this hunt. It was supposed to be slow, wasn't it? Careful stalking of the prey, making sure you were undetected. He was doing a spectacularly bad job of keeping himself under wraps in this case...\n\nAnd as they raced towards their goal, he was quite enjoying himself.*"
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "\"Alright, show off! We're getting close so come down before you scare away the elk!\" Roesia laughed as she called above her and soon she and Angus slowed to a trot before stopping completely near a small stream. She didn't hesitate to dismount her companion and allow him to drink and catch breath in his massive lungs. Stroking his side, Roesia stowed any extra weight she may have been carrying back onto Angus, only leaving herself a dagger, her bow and plenty of arrows in her quiver. Slinging it onto her back, Roesia then bent down and got herself a drink while Hera became her eyes once more.\n\nFiguring the prince would soon be near her, she spoke out once more hoping he'd hear her. \"They're not too far, but we'll want to go on foot from here.\" The purple haze over her eyes disappeared once more and she turned to look at Astalios, rolling her eyes as he inevitably landed. He *Was* A show off for that, though she supposed he could afford to be one, being a prince and all. \"I don't mind if your men tag along while we hunt, but they'd best be quiet.\" Eyeing the two men who had been shadowing Roesia and Astalios with a playful but serious glare, she then gestured for the prince to follow."
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"My apologies, my dear lady.\" *Astalios called down as he slowed Tempest, and carried them both down through the treetops, finding a gap in the canopy to pull them both through. He let his horse alight on the ground, swung off, and gave the destrier a pat on the neck as he shook his storm-gray mane.* \"I simply couldn't resist.\"\n\n*Joy was quite apparent upon the face of the prince, though he had only been in the air for a few small minutes, and he breathed in and out slowly as he took a moment after his descent to gather his thoughts once more. His hair was tossed by the wind, the brown waves disturbed by the flow of the air.\n\nPerhaps, he thought, he should pray to the King of the Skies more often.*\n\n\"They must. It is their duty.\" *He shrugged his shoulders, then turned to his guards.* \"And I thank you both for it, gentlemen. Your vigilance keeps us intact.\"\n\n*Jerrod nodded with respect, as did Michael.*\n\n\"Now, on the subject of being quiet, I'm sure I have much to learn...\" *He gestured to his plate armor.* \"The armor can move with me quietly, but I will still step loudly. How do I best reduce the sound of my footsteps so that I may hunt better?\""
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "As the prince finally joined her once more on the ground, she gave him a nod about his armor. \"Yes, though with you being able to fly and what not, what if you simple levitated? If you have as much control as you say you do, weaving through bushes and trees and staying silent shouldn't be all the hard, right?\" Now, this was simply a hunch in Roesia's mind. She didn't know the full capabilities the prince held with his magic, but if there was a possibility, why not try it? It wasn't exactly the normal way of hunting, and should it not work she'd try her best to show him how to stay as silent as possible. \"If that doesn't work, your armor could pose a bit of an issue, but I'm sure we can figure something out.\"\n\nBeginning to walk forward over the stream, she then realized the guards would have to do the same with their armor, causing her to sigh a bit in thought. \"Hm.. Well, each step you make while hunting is an important one. You could step on a twig you don't hear or notice, but your prey surely will. You have to watch each step you take but also keep your eyes forward. We're not the only ones out here hunting for dinner, yes?\" Roesia looked over her shoulder at the prince and waited for him to cross with her. It'd ultimately be up to him how he wished to proceed. Levitation, or practice stepping silently like a true hunter."
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"Hmm.\" *He considered the prospect for a moment, then stepped about an inch off the ground, drifting forwards and backwards as opposed to walking in his armor. It was soundless, of course, but it lacked the learning that he had intended to engage in when coming to the forest. He let himself back down to the forest floor, sabatons firmly attached to the ground once more.* \"It is certainly a solution, but it defeats the point of the hobby, I think. It is best to do things the normal way if you intend to learn a new skill - I admit that my magic affords me certain options, but it is not conducive to hard work if I take the easy way out each time.\"\n\n*Sheepishly, he grinned for a moment.* \"Flying excepted. I love that too much.\"\n\n*Watch each step, place it well. The prince nodded and began to move forward, stepping as quietly as he could, putting his feet down slowly. It wasn't silent by any means, but it was better than nothing, and he was trying hard to avoid the twigs and such that he saw in front of him. The crunching of a few leaves still resounded, but for the most part, the sound was somewhat reduced. It was not ideal.*\n\n\"Well, I hope that whoever else is out here hunting for dinner makes it home with a full belly.\" *He murmured, trying to concentrate on stepping after her.*"
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "\"If it helps, step where I step.\" At first, she was a bit surprised at the prince's refusal to simply levitate above the ground. It didn't have a lot to do with his position as a royal, though the stereotype of royalty taking the easier way in life was something she was probably absentmindedly applying to him. *'Shame on me.'* She thought, though at least they still had a bit of a trek to go before silence would really begin to matter.\n\n\"Thankfully we're downwind for now, which will help our approach be a bit more masked. Don't focus too much on your feet or you'll find yourself walking into a tree.\" Roesia smiled to herself at the thought of the hunk of metal behind her walking into a tree, though it'd scare any and every animal within a few miles away. Her bow was primed and ready, and as she brushed gently around thicket and through the grass, the young half-elf seemed to disappear into her own world, at least mentally. This is where she was most comfortable, hunting in the deepest parts of the woods."
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"Just so.\" *He murmured as he tried to follow her advice, stepping with his steel sabatons where her leather shoes had trod. It was still slightly noisy, but beginning to quiet down as he followed her path towards the elk that her bird had sighted. There was nothing for it but to put his best foot forward, and he tried to make it so that he wouldn't disturb her hunting, if not become a good hunter himself. The best he could do was try and imitate a master at work. He was careful, and tried to bobble along in her smaller footsteps, but caught himself right before smacking his arm into a tall oak three or four times.*\n\n*He decided not to tell her, as he didn't believe she'd noticed, and instead focused on making the metal in his armor flex enough to create more silent transit. He didn't dare turn it to mercury in the forest = the poison leaking into the woods would kill trees and kill animals easily, make patches of it die off, and most importantly, it would find its way to the peasantry, and accumulate in them. Mysterious sicknesses couldn't be his responsibility if he was trying to protect the citizens of Alynthi at all.*\n\n*He continued on, following her lead.*"
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Assuming a hunter as practiced as Roesia hadn't noticed even the smallest sound? *Oh, princey.* She had noticed alright, though she had chosen to ignore it for the sake of Astalios's pride. Roesia was only thankful he couldn't see the wide smirk across her lips when he tried to play it off. Either way, the two pressed onward through the denser parts of the forest for quite some time, at least twenty minutes or so. Both had stayed, for the most part, as quiet as a mouse, but Roesia soon held her hand up as she rested on her knee, stopping just before a large clearing past a few trees. Without a word, she gestured ahead, not even looking back at the prince to see if he had stopped along with her.\n\nPointing slowly, she hoped Astalios saw what she did with her one eye; a handful of elk grazing off the grass and even a lower hanging tree. There seemed to be only one male or *Bull*, a large rack of antlers atop his head. He definitely wasn't the largest bull she had ever seen, but he wasn't by no means small. Of course, this was in reference to his rack, not his actual body. All elk were pretty large. Roesia much preferred to hunt deer. They were smaller and much more manageable when it came to transportation, though she figured the prince wouldn't mind a challenge. \n\nPriming her bow, Roesia waited to aim until Astalios saw what she saw, assuming he'd take aim at the only male as well. Roesia could only imagine the joy it might bring him to bring home a decent kill for the royal family. She only knew the Alynthi royals as kind people, so he'd probably be greeted with praise, perhaps even the head of the elk could be mounted on a mantle somewhere in the castle. Drifting off in thought, Roesia looked back at Astalios, a silent confirmation that he could take the shot if he felt he would nail it. Pointing with her left hand under and behind her right arm beneath her shoulder, she was simply telling the prince silently where to aim."
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "*Right, then. He was quite thankful for the guidance of his companion as they made their way forward, even as the rangers followed close behind. Stopping in the copse of trees was a good idea, he noted, much like a military maneuver. Good ground against their targets, which in this care weren't men, but elk... And he could wait longer if he needed to. There was no need for speech if it would spook the pray - like sending no ravens from the site of a battle when one needed to keep their whereabouts hidden.\n\nHe stopped behind her, looking towards where she had pointed. She was moving slowly. Very slowly. He tried to mimic the movement speed of her gestures, and the dagger that came out of his sheath slowly morphed into a longer spike of steel, and his gauntlets melded into a shimmering silver liquid that fused with the long spike, making it lengthen further still, a hefty piece of metal that was about as long as an elk was wide. The front sharpened itself down to a needle's point.\n\nHe raised his arm, pointing evenly at the elk, and looked back at Roesia to confirm the location that she was telling him. So that was the heart... One, two...\n\nAnd three.\n\nThe spearlike metal rod flashed forward silently as Astalios flicked his wrist, faster than any arrow, propelled by a mighty push as he directed it straight towards the elk buck's heart, driving it to the beast like an arrow shot by a giant. \n\nThe elk had no conception of what pushed its way through its heart, and keeled over in the grass...*"
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Slightly bewildered, the moment the elk fell to the ground dead, Roesia jumped up in excitement. The bull falling over would scare away the rest of the animals nearby, so she was free to make as much noise celebrating as she wanted. Turning, she nearly tackled the prince in a hug like praise, though almost as quickly as she did she let go and backed away, her eye widening in apology. Stuttering, she laughed it off and threw her arms out. \"What a shot! I've never even fired an *Enchanted* Arrow that quickly, holy gods!\" Speaking of, Roesia calmed herself long enough to give a silent and thankful prayer to Galedrial before gesturing toward the bull elk's corpse. \"I suppose that'll be quite the mantle piece, hm?\"\n\nBeginning her way over to it, Roesia checked the clearing just for a moment to ensure no other animals were nearby. It was an extremely rare occurrence, but occasionally a bull's will attack. Once the coast was surely clear, Roesia walked up to the dead animal and inspected where the metal spike had gone clean through. She was more than amazed, and turning back to the prince she was simply at a loss for words. \"I might just have to take you hunting with me all the time, you make it look so- *Clean* I suppose is the best word for it.\""
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"Oh-\" *He found himself engulfed in a hug that he had never quite expected to contain such enthusiasm, and chuckled as she jumped back, the scarred woman's eye clearly containing much fear. He attempted to dispel that fear with a smile, and continuation of his calm demeanor.* \"Well, thank you, Roesia. I...\"\n\n*He took a moment to compose himself, breathing in and out.* \"I was, and still am, a soldier, after all, not a boy. I've been on campaign for eight years, and only in court for about three. I am well accustomed to using my magic in combat, and, well...\" *He looked towards the prize as he stepped after her.* \"I thought that a blow strong enough to puncture a shield wall would be good enough to kill an elk, and it looks like I was right. I don't often come up against too many animals in combat that aren't warhorses.\"\n\n\"Warhorses usually have barding, and even that takes a bit more force...\" *He inspected the fallen elk, and his face tinged a slight pink as he smiled again in response to the praise that his kill had garnered.* \"Ah, thank you very much. I... There is a lot of cheating involved, I suppose, but this is how I fight at range. I thought it would be just as good for hunting as for war.\""
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "The elk was completely in tact as well, something Roesia was also stunned by. Crouching down next to it, she ran her fingers through its coarse hair and smiled in a somber fashion. Hunting for her was less of a sport and more of a way of life, so taking a life for her own, even one that many may see as insignificant compared to that of a sentient being or person, still left Roesia's heart both sad and thankful. She never shed tears for animals, not unless she stumbled across younglings killed to early by other less experienced hunters. Standing up and brushing herself off, she let out a gentle sigh and offered a smile to the prince. \"I' sure your family will be proud of you nonetheless.\"\n\nTaking a step back, Roesia marveled at the elk a bit longer, though the familiar sound of leaves being rustled ever so slightly caught her pointed ears. Turning her head, she watched the treeline silently, her eyes scanning for whatever had caused the movement. There was no wind, the trees were still and the sounds of the forest had returned to normal. Birds singing and chirping, the occasional call of a fox in the far distance. But Roesia stared at the treeline for a long while, a *Noticeable* While. She could feel eyes on her, with a deep inhale the familiar scent of a predator entered her nose; *Wolves.* Though the prince may not have heard and *Definitely* Didn't smell them, Roesia could what with being a werewolf and all. Astalios would probably chalk it up to her simply being more acclimated to the woods and wilderness, being able to tell differences in the sounds of the trees and grass. But this was instinct, the very same instinct in the eyes that were on them now from the treeline. The hunters were now being hunted.\n\nWith extreme speed, Roesia drew and arrow and aimed where she knew the wolves were hiding behind.\n\nThey obviously couldn't tell if they were spotted, being *Wolves* And all, but if Roesia, the prince or the guards ran or made sudden movements, they'd be on them just as quickly as Roesia had drawn an arrow. In a lone and gentle tone, Roesia muttered over to the prince and his guards. \"Wolves, at the treeline. I'm unsure how many just yet. You may have fought on the battle field, but wolves are cunning. Watch your flanks, Astalios.\" Roesia's tone completely shifted from happy and excited, to serious. Almost as if her life were in danger, which for all intents and purposes, right now it was."
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"This may be. I'm sure my father would be happy that I've found a hobby that a teacher of mine has told me I've made progress on, and to that effect, I appreciate it. It's not every day one has something to be proud of.\" *He inclined his head to her. As she stepped back, he considered the prospect of coming here more often - perhaps seeing Roesia more often would not be a terrible idea, and, of course, hunting more often would probably distract him from the urge to get off his behind and commence combat. One could only train so much before hurting oneself...*\n\n*She was watching the trees. The metal spike found its way to Astalios's arms once again, melded itself back into the form of his gauntlets and dagger. He sheathed it neatly before following her eyes, and wondering what exactly she was looking for... \n\nBoth rangers drew their bows slowly at the mention of wolves, being accustomed to surviving out in the forest by themselves as well as guarding royalty. For Astalios's part, his warhammer found its way to his hand, and the gold of his crown transmuted itself into a series of black iron spikes, molding and changing in his magical grasp as the spikes floated around them, the dagger joining their number as it split into three needle-like pins that he intended to direct to the wolves much like the elk had died directly beforehand.*\n\n\"Of course.\" *He murmured. He wasn't too worried for his own safety - wolf teeth couldn't penetrate plate armor at all - but the rangers and Roesia were certainly capable of being harmed - and his own head was exposed.*\n\n\"If possible, we should stay away from the treeline, I believe. Gives us more time to react to them, unless you have a better idea. I only need one look at the wolf before I know where to direct the metal. It's not like a soldier - I can't feel them.\""
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "\"They may not even attack. We've probably ruined their hunt, so it's possible they may be deciding whether or not to try and take what, in their eyes, is rightfully theirs.\" It was a bit strange how Roesia spoke about the wolves, almost as if she had a familiarity with them. Unbeknownst to the prince, she *Did.* Wolves never bothered her much given her affliction, and right now they could probably smell it on her. There were a hundred ways it could go. They could see her as an outsider and intruder on their territory, or perhaps her smell could ward them off. A pair of eyes soon met Roesia's and with a stiff hand she drew the arrow back, almost as a warning even though a wolf would never understand it. There were suddenly noises all around her, on her left and right. Quickly, she warned the prince.\n\n\"They're surrounding us. Expect them from all sides.\" Almost immediately after Roesia had called this out, growling could be heard as the small pack of wolves finally emerged from their cover from the bushes. One, two, three, four- there could have been more waiting to attack as well behind the trees. Taking aim at a smaller one, Roesia breathed a small enchantment onto her arrow before firing, and as her arrow sailed through the air it whizzed past the beast and slammed into the tree, but as it made impact with the bark a loud boom seemed to emit from its point of impact, causing the wolf closest to it to jump and let out a snarl-like yelp. Calling over to the prince, Roesia sounded worried but serious all at once. \"I'd rather scare them off than kill them, but don't hesitate if you feel you need to!\""
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"Well, they couldn't simply be prepared to make an offer that they cannot follow through on, I believe.\" *Astalios observed as he drew in the pieces of metal around him like floating satellites orbiting his body, and those of his ranger guards. There was no way he died here. His guards were well trained and well outfitted for the task at hand, and Astalios himself was no slouch in combat. The thought of it sent a familiar rhythm through his veins, a humming and thrumming of his heart in his chest, longing to feel the crack of a wolf's jaws as they shattered in his hands, to dare the animals to try and take what men had failed to conquer.\n\nHe cast a somewhat self-conscious glance at Roesia, then back to the wolves. No movement so far... And there was not a chance that he hated the outcome of any scenario here unless his companions died. There was no room for them to make mistakes - and he thanked every god he knew that he had enchanted the coins in the rangers' pockets before they had begun their journey. He took a hand to his breastplate, molded it off of his chest, and set it to hover around Roesia's back. It was enchanted like the rest of his armor, and he still had his chain mail underneath the plate to work with.\n\nHe set it to orbit her, protect her even if she could not see it, and waited breathlessly for the wolves to come. In his heart of hearts, perhaps he hoped they would...*"
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Even though she tried her best to ward them off, it only seemed to further upset them. Snarling, barking and howling at the prince and ranger, one set off toward them. Then another, and another. Circling the group of them, Roesia pulled back on her bow once more, this time enchanting it with fire at its tip. She didn't wish to kill them at all, in fact it broke her heart. There was almost a primal hesitation in her, but pushing through it Roesia let loose her arrow, and watched it slammed into one of the wolf's sides, burning its flesh in the immediate area around the arrow's mark. Hopefully, the smell of fire would ward off the rest, and thankfully the impact of the arrow killed the now burning wolf, so it wouldn't suffer via the flames. Glancing over to the prince, there was a slight pain in Roesia's eyes, but she pulled another arrow nonetheless."
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"Right.\" *Once the wolves began to emerge and attack, the prince breathed in, breathed out... And as the metal spike had been let go before, so too did he let them go again, putting his back to Roesia so she could concentrate on one angle while he covered the rest. The spikes gathered, arced in front of him, and then fired like bolts from a siege engine. \n\nThe spikes were smaller than the spear-like projectile he had fired at the elk, but the force was undeniable, the metal irresistible. In the heat of battle, he had killed many men with the same shrapnel, and against wild animals? They stood no chance. No wolves nor elk nor giant cats could resist what men in armor could not.\n\nThey lanced out towards the wolves, directed by the eye of Astalios, and struck true, the spray of metal shredding through the bodies of the wolves as they tried to approach. Whimpers and yells sounded through the night as the thrum of the prince's heart quickened, the wolves in his line of sight died, and he finally got to release himself. There was a cathartic sensation to the way he shot, the exhales like a breath of fresh air, the coppery smell of the wolves' injuries like dew in spring.\n\nHe hoped it was enough to ward the rest of them off - and his rangers were protecting Roesia, he hoped...*"
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "The cries of the wolves sent shock after shock down poor Roesia's spine. It all felt so senseless to her, killing off creatures that were simply *Surviving.* The ones who had fallen she couldn't even glance over, and firing arrow after arrow became painful to her heart. There were at least four dead at this point, and after firing one last arrow at another and missing, the yelps and cries soon turned into the sounds of retreat. What was left of the pack began to back off, and as they did so Roesia was noticeably trembling, her fingers still holding an arrow drawn within her bow. Glancing behind her, she did a check on the prince and his guards before letting out a shaky breath. \"I think they're leaving for good.\"\n\nSlowly lowering her bow, Roesia took a moment to take in all the animals that lay dead around them. Five in total, only one intentional. The ranger shook her head at herself and began to pray apologies to Galedrial for what she saw as senseless death. They had to defend themselves of course, and perhaps she could have attempted to speak with them but there was simply no time. After a few moments, she turned to fully face the prince, a painful expression in her eyes and face. \"Well, this has been- *Eventful.*\" After a large sigh, Roesia placed the extra arrow in her hands back into her quiver. \"At least it won't be for nothing. A wolf's pelt will sell for good coin, and I could possibly get a winter coat out of one or two of them. It'll be quite the story to share over that elk, hm?\" A small smile formed on the half-elf's lips as mentioned the story the prince might spin for his family over dinner as she tried to shake the sinking feeling from her heart."
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"Indeed.\" *He agreed quietly as the whimpering slowly quieted, and those of the wolves that were left alive slunk off into the night. He felt his heart rate start to slowdown, his head clear. The rush was leaving him, and with it left his focus on battle. Now, he wondered why Roesia's voice had shaken like it did, or the meaning of the prayers. There had been wolves around them that they had taken every measure to warn and ward off. Still they had come for the elk pelt. They suffered the consequences of not heeding the warnings given, and paid the highest price for it.\n\nThe prince withdrew his spikes, forged them back into the dagger that he had carried at the start, and the crown that sat upon his head. What was a black iron spike shifted and transformed into the golden crown that had once been his ornament, and now was so again. His breastplate stopped its orbiting of her back, and returned itself to his chest, where the golden stag engraved on the chest matched the crown in color, and the armor was complete once more.*\n\n\"Are you quite all right, my lady?\" *He asked, concerned about her demeanor. There was much more sorrow and pain in her eye than he had expected to see from someone who had been hunting for quite some time - nature was not a kind mistress at all, and to believe that the wolves wouldn't have eaten them just as they would have dragged down the elk was unreasonable.\n\nPerhaps she had some attachment to them? Whatever it was, Astalios did not like the sight of sorrow on her face. Perhaps he could help to remedy it in some way.*"
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Shaking her head, Roesia instead focused on the sky above. Night would fall very soon, and she'd rather not be too terribly far from her camp or a village during the night. Looking back over to the elk, Roesia let out a shrill whistle. It'd be a moment before Angus would get there, but he'd come nevertheless. She's probably only take a single wolf out of them all. That, on top of the quail from earlier, would last her a good long while. Though the more she thought about, the less likely she would be to consume a wolf, given her circumstances. The meat would be sold and she'd be able to get a nice dinner at a tavern somewhere. Either way, it seemed she and the prince's small adventure would soon come to an end. \"I'm alright. Senseless death just bothers me a bit is all. I could've tried to speak with them, use a spell.\" Roesia shrugged, sighing a bit as she did so."
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"You scared them off as well as you could. Multiple warning arrows, wards to keep them off. They would have killed us had we not defended ourselves from them.\" *He tried to reassure her about the wolves, hoping that at least some solace could come from his words.* \"And furthermore, we did not chase them down for sport. Those that chose to run were not followed, and we kept from chasing them down. *That* Would have been senseless violence - but this was not.\"\n\n*It was true in his mind that there was no way to prevent them from dying if they had approached. He hesitated for a moment, then laid a hand on her shoulder.* \"Your choice was not out of line with nature. She is not always a kind mistress, and such is evident from the acts of the wolves. They would have killed us had we not used the force required to drive them off. Every animal in every part of the world does so.\""
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "\"Yeah. I understand that.\" Roesia shrugged once more. She couldn't shake the feeling, but she understood where the prince was coming from. You'd think after having spent so long in the wilderness she'd accept it by now. This was life, sometimes. Soon enough, the sound of hoofbeats could be coming closer from the distance. Through the trees, the massive Clydesdale made his appearance, though he anxiously nickered at the sight of the wolves laying around his owner. Hushing him, Roesia stroked his nose and inbetween his eyes to comfort him before turning to the price. \"I suppose we should be more thankful that pack didn't find our horses instead of us, hm? I've not yet taught Angus here how to use a bow.\" She laughed at herself, and began to make her way over to a wolf.\n\nGrabbing it by its back legs, she began to drag it toward Angus, who surprisingly sat relatively still for Roesia. She didn't know what the prince would do with the rest of the wolves. Leave them, take them. She only knew he'd be taking the elk home. \"Do you need any help with that bull?\" Laying the wolf down next to Angus, she knew the elk may be too much for a horse to carry, though she was sure Mr. Magic Prince would figure something out. \"I don't mind making a trek to the capital to help you if you need it, though I'd prefer we do it now before it becomes too dark.\""
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "*He simply nodded and stayed quiet as the woman turned to her horse, letting his hand fall and nodding his head at the mention of the fates of Angus and Tempest.* \"As am I. Though I may have Tempest learn to use magic someday. He is a good horse, and I would hate to have one that can't turn his barding to gold.\" *It was a poor jest, but it was an attempt, at least. Something to say.*\n\n\"The bull will be fine, I expect...\" *He murmured as one of his gauntlets once again dissolved into flowing quicksilver and fastened itself around the legs of the elk, binding them tightly, then turning to iron and upending the animal. Similarly, pieces of his armor began to disintegrate and clean the corpses of the wolves one by one, until they were ready to be carried off by way of magic.*\n\n\"But as to your company, I would not refuse the offer.\" *There was nothing more for him to say, he supposed - either she wanted to stay in the woods or come. It was her decision.*"
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Watching the prince's magic at work, Roesia lifted the wolf she had dragged over onto Angus's rump, tying it and ensuring it was secure. Once she had mounted her horse, Roesia gave a nod in the prince's direction. \"I'll happily head into the city with you. I need to sell this wolf as soon as possible anyways.\" Patting Angus's side, Roesia had him step forward up next to Astalios. Assuming Tempest had followed Angus, the two would be at the capital within at least two hours. Judging by the sky, they'd reach it by the time it was completely dark outside. The lights from the city would also light their path should they come across any issues. \"Ready when you are, Astalios.\" As Roesia spoke, the four of them set off toward the city."
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"author": "Aylissa Windsong",
"message": "How many years had it been since she left home? By this point, Aylissa was starting to lose track of the time that she spent away from her mother. She wondered if her mother would even think about taking her back, let alone forgiving her for what she did. \n*No, she likely wouldn't. Especially now that I've chosen this path for good.*\nShe said within her mind, though she hoped perhaps one day they could still be mother and daughter as normal... Looking past the druidic oaths. She couldn't dwell on such topics for too long, it soured moods and made it harder to focus on her surroundings. Taking a deep breath of the woodland air, she pressed on through the forests in search of something to take down for food. Though most animals approached her if desired, she knew that she had to occasionally hunt some down here and there to sustain herself. Foraging on berries and edible plants alone wouldn't suffice, not for someone like her at least. Clambering onto a tree, Aylissa seated herself on a sturdy enough branch for the time being to simply *Listen* To the forest.\n\n\nMuch like any living creature, this forest was an entity in itself. Living, breathing, responding to stimuli, she had to treat it right. If she did so, it would treat her in kind. Placing a hand on the trunk of the tree to steady herself, she unslung her bow and remained still as her eyes looked around the shrubbery for any signs of motion... The only noises she could hear being the chirping of birds and the occasional rustle of leaves from either wind or small game. She sighs, letting out a long-held breath before readying her bow towards the sound of movement that began to pick up in the bushes ahead. Taking some time to line up the shot and make sure it wasn't someone wandering about, a pair of antlers poked up to reveal a deer that was in search of food itself. Unfortunately, this would become the target of the druid.\n*\"You die to honor the Great White Stag, noble beast.\"*\n\nShe murmured quietly to herself, before the arrow was let loose with a whistle piercing the air as the arrow sunk itself in the heart of the deer, a dull thud signaling its imminent demise. Hopping down from her perch, she began to approach it cautiously while withdrawing her dagger. She didn't want it to suffer, and was anticipating having to grant it mercy.\n\n\nReaching the position of the fallen deer, she took notice that she wasn't too far away from what appeared to be a burned out house... Ravaged by time and nature to the point that it would take significant repairs to make it a liveable establishment. Perhaps the deer was typically fed around here? Nevertheless, she reached the fallen deer and crouched low, bringing her blade to bear before swiftly ending the deer's life and starting the work of dressing her quarry. Though the smell of it would surely carry in this wind, and she wasn't quite hidden either... Just on the forest's edge from the fallen homestead. This left her quite visible as she focused on the deer for the time being. Though her ears were sharp, she would most likely hear if someone called to her or approached her without trying to sneak about."
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"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "*Nearby, on the outskirts of the burnt village, Richard sat in silence, sharpening his blade. This sword in his hand was a peculiar blade, formed as though shaped by water and re-solidfied, the name Heartford engraved in the blade. His mind was heavy by recent events. His pet wolf walked up, and put his head on Richard's knee. Richard scratched behind the wolf's ear absentmindedly. Richard's mind was deep in thought. In the past few weeks his past had resurfaced in his life for the first time in years, now he knew both who had burned his hometown, and had the chance to gain vengeance. It would be the last survivor of Heartford to deliver justice, although not in the way he expected, and the blade in his hand was crafted of the scrap metal collected from the burned out of the burned out town around him. His hometown.*\n\n*At the cry of a dying dear he snapped up, looking around. Near his father's old shop was an Eladrin, approaching a fallen deer. Quickly realizing she wasn't a threat, at least not initially, he watched for a few moments, before approaching. Not attempting to be stealthy, he walks up, pulling his hood over his head before she can notice his ears.*\n\n\"It's not often people wander here. Greetings.\" *He said in a cordial tone. He had been ambushed recently, and couldn't be to cautious right?*"
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"author": "Aylissa Windsong",
"message": "A few cuts of meat had been carved from the deer by the time the man had begun to walk to her location, her eyes darting up and narrowing to home in on the source of the noise before calming when he spoke up and offered greetings. He seemed to be a woodsman himself, from what Aylissa had taken in from his apparel. Though to what extent she wasn't too sure of. Taking a quick moment to wrap the cuts up in cloth as well as the hide, she stood up to wipe her hands clean before offering the hand to shake with.\n\"I could ask what brought you here as well... But I assume it would be the same reason as mine no?\"\nShe said, presuming him to be out hunting as well. Should he refuse the handshake, she would appear unfazed by it. The truth of the matter was unknown to her, and Aylissa was wanting to get some information on the area if this man was a native. Accompanying him was a wolf, quite the noble companion to have at one's side... And he was quite the healthy canine from what she saw. Someone who was very well taken care of, and she admittedly wanted to introduce herself to and make friends with him as well. Judging from the casual tone that Richard spoke to her with, she didn't think he was here to harm her. A part of her naive nature shining through where that was really all it took to appear harmless for the moment. \n\n\n\"You look like you've seen your way around these woods... Would you be so kind as to share some of the knowledge of this place with me?\"\n\nThe Eladrin asked with a bit of a smile on her face, wanting to learn a bit of the local lore so she could be better prepared and intimate with the land and customs. All she really knew were the wilds and Thyseer, this was her first big venture from her homeland. Needless to say, she was a bit excited! She could see the world, and witness the beauty held throughout for herself instead of the tales told to her by her mother. Every so often though she would take a peek at the wolf to see what it was doing, even trying to hold her hand out for it to come towards so she could attempt to pet it. Given her predisposition towards nature, she hoped that it would feel open to her, but seeing as it was owned by this man it could very well ignore her. Either way, she returned her gaze back to the man before realizing something that made her eyes widen and a bit of a bashful look form on her face.\n\n\"Ah! My sincerest apologies ser, I forgot to properly introduce myself! My name is Aylissa Windsong, I'm from Thyseer... Though you might already know that. The hair gives it away, yeah?\"\nShe said, chuckling slightly to herself as she made a show of it by running a few fingers through the leafy hair, fixing it up once she was finished with the demonstration. She may be more accustomed to the wilds, but she did learn her manners well from her mother. That sort of thing was drilled into her mind at a young age, and the last thing she wanted was to leave a bad impression on someone. Though she could try to make friends, she didn't try to make any real attempts to do so. To her, this was a calm conversation between two strangers. Due in part to her own personal fears of making friends, and losing them subsequently. She didn't ask for his name just yet, figuring he might tell her it now that she disclosed her own. Aylissa didn't want to overwhelm the man with her questioning just yet!"
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"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "\"No need for apologies, it's alright. My name is Richard. I live here in the Greenheard woods, mosty keeping bandits and corrupt officials from harming the common folk. This is Trapper.\" *He gestures to the wolf, who walked up to Aylissa and started sniffing her hand.* \"Other than that I just mind my own buissness, helping those who need it.\" *He accepted her handshake with a firm handshake of his own, a slight smile on his face, it was plesent to find people who didn't try to kill you at first glance.* \"So your from Thyseer huh? I met a fellow from Thyseer about a week ago. Helped me save Trapper's life.\"\n\n*He scratched his friend behind his ears again, and it was clear Trapper liked it alot. Richard's thoughts shifted over to the day where he defended an innocent traveler from bandits, but Trapper had nearly been killed by a magical attack and Richard had picked up a wound that was still healing now, and his left shoulder had some noticable tention. Thankfuly Arnvald had arrived quickly enough to get Trapper some help. He also recalled the day he had first met Trapper, the day his village was burned... His demeanor dimmed as the memories returned.*"
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"author": "Aylissa Windsong",
"message": "The druid seemed intrigued to hear his name, as most of the people in Thyseer were typically Eladrin themselves and she rarely had the chance to interact with anyone besides her mother and a few individuals outside of that. As such, when Richard introduced himself she began to test the name on her lips, narrowing her eyes somewhat while doing so.\n\"Richard... Ri... Chard. What a delightful name!\"\nShe said, seeming quite pleased with herself as he explained what his business in the Greenheart Woods consisted of. His work was noble, and something she could easily relate to with her own brand of justice inflicted upon the wicked and vile people of the world. Giving a nod after the handshake, she was very much happy to see the now introduced 'Trapper' begin to sniff at her hand as she beamed at the well-mannered wolf.\n\"Who's a good boy~! You are! You got some sharp fangs there too, a real tough one!\"\nAylissa said with glee, unable to contain her own excitement at meeting such a nice beast. Though most interestingly, were the remarks that Richard had met someone from Thyseer before her.\n\n\n\n\"Really? I suppose that answers my own question on how common Eladrin are outside of Thyseer... Would you mind-\"\n\nShe cut herself off as she noticed his expression shift into melancholy. He seemed lost in thought, the kind of thoughts that were sour and filled with grief, she knew that look all too well. Despite her wishes to hear what happened, Aylissa knew it wasn't quite the right thing to ask right about now. He might need to get his mind off of things before he was willing to disclose that information, let alone to a stranger.\n\"Er, actually, was there anything on the deer you were looking to grab? I got what I needed... But I don't want it to go to waste either..\"\nShe murmured somewhat, offering a share in the trophy she had acquired as a means to try to help Richard focus on something else. Just a moment ago he looked a bit happy, what with the smile on his face after the handshake. She wanted to help, truly. But she could only help if he allowed her to do so.\n\"I insist, it's not like I can eat the whole thing by myself anyway... Heh.\"\n\n\nShe said with a bit of a chuckle, returning back to the fallen deer and taking a look at the antlers upon its head for a moment. She could try to put those to use somehow, perhaps as parts to a staff she could carve up from sturdy wood taken from around here? Aylissa needed to take heed though not to take more than what she required. Nature needed time to recover, even with having plenty to offer to others.\n\"Let's see... We still have some hide left, maybe not the best parts but a good amount. A few cuts of meat, the antlers of course if you want them. Or if you want the whole skull that's fine too, I know you humans sometimes mount them on your walls as hunter's trophies. You could also grab some stuff for Trapper there if you wanted? I bet he'd love a bone or two!\"\nAylissa prompted, withdrawing her bag from her back to store what she had already gotten within it alongside her other belongings."
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"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "*He thought for a few moments, and with a sigh said,* \"It's alright. It's your kill, although I'm sure Trapper would love a bone. As to the meat I have enough provisions, so if you don't need all of it I'm sure there are some folk in Girian who would greatly appreciate it, same with the hide.\" *He thought for a bit for anyone who could use the meat, and his thoughts drifted to an old friend.* \"Actually, if you have extra you don't need, the chapel of the Goddess Alynthi in Girian would gladly accept donations, they run a soup kitchen that I regularly donate to.\" \n\n*He eventually cleared his mind from the painful memories. No point on dwelling on the past, he had been over this for three years, he could deal with it for a few weeks more. As for Arnvald, he didn't think he was Eladrin, in fact he specifically said he wasn't.* \"The fellow I met wasn't Eladrin, but he was from Thyseer.\" *He hadn't told him much, but it seemed like all folk who would leave Thyseer were skilled rangers. An interesting part of Thyseer.* \"So what's Thyseer like? From those I've spoken to it seems like a lot of woods.\""
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"author": "Aylissa Windsong",
"message": "It appeared that the ranger wasn't interested in having any of the spoils of her trophy, which was *Slightly* Upsetting her. Aylissa hoped to share a bit, but almost as soon as she heard this he followed up with providing the leftover meat to a place called 'Girian'. A village perhaps, which would be a good place to stop by and potentially get some information on Alynthi. She got to work on dressing once again, listening as Richard mentioned a soup kitchen that he regularly donated his funds to.\n\"Then that will be where I deliver the rest of the meat. They can put it to far better use than I can.\"\nShe said, giving a slight smile to Richard as she finished up her work and began to cover and place it within her bag. Now that she was all done, she stood up just as soon as the ranger began to speak about the man he had met and helped save Trapper's life. Along with the topic of the wolf, Aylissa offered him a bone to chew on, quite the thick and strong bone indeed.\n\"Thyseer... It's quite the peculiar place.\"\nThe druid initially stated, walking over to a patch of flowers and crouching over them, preparing something as she continued to speak.\n\n\n\"The world breathes, and within Thyseer you can feel it in your bones. The Fae magic is potent there, as a result the very forests hum in tune with the winds... Beasts unlike any other roam freely and are revered and respected within our lands. The magic that suffuses Thyseer is as wild and unpredictable as nature itself... And not even I could tell you what could occur at any given day out there. But it's beauty... It's unforgettable.\"\n\nShe said, as she demonstrated a small amount of what one might find within Thyseer. With a wave of her hand and a dim green light forming in her palm, the flowers would take the appearance of ones most commonly found in Thyseer, a bit of her druidic power being used to perform this act. This transformation was only temporary however, as once she released the energy it returned to its natural state.\n\"To others... Aye, it's just one grand forest. But for us, it's home.\"\nAylissa stood up afterward, turning back to Richard before dusting her hands off some.\n\n\n\"So, this Girian town, could you lead me to it please? I'm not quite familiar with the area, been simply wandering about these past few days.\"\nThe Druid requested, starting to roll back and forth on her feet with patience. Standing on her tiptoes, then setting her feet back to stand only on her heels. She hoped that the small demonstration offered to Richard would be enough to convince him of the wonders that her homeland held, as she always enjoyed giving others a glimpse of why she found it so wonderful. That being said, she was also eager to see the wonders of Alynthi, and who better to guide her than a well-traveled man who frequently patrolled its woods?\n\"We shouldn't be bothered as well on our way over, at least by any beast in the woods. Should help speed things along at the very least, unless we come across a group of bandits or the sort.\"\nAylissa informed, smiling all the while in anticipation."
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"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "*He watched the magic with a combination of interest and suspicion. It was clear she meant no harm to him or anyone, but at the same time he himself was an illusionist, so it could be a trick. Even so, he couldn't think of any motive for such a trick so he took the magic at face value.* \"Fae magic huh? To be honest not that common outside of Thyseer. Nature is wild yes, but for the most part you can at least see predictable patterns. Nonetheless it sounds stunning.\"\n\n*He looked down at Trapper, who was furiously munching down on the bone. He chuckled and said,* \"So you want to go to Girian, yeah I can take you there. Beasts usually aren't a problem in this part of the woods anyway. Deeper in you have to be careful, but we should be fine. As for bandits, the best way unfortunately is through the territory of the Laughing Coffins. And after the beating I gave them a few weeks ago I don't think they'll be glad to see me.\" *He was half talking to Aylissa and half thinking out loud.* \"We definitely aren't going through the Dread Moors, so our choice is going up past the old oak bridge and crossing at Derrick's ford.\" *He looked up at the sky to estimate the time.* \"If we leave now we might make it before nightfall. Unless you want to pick a fight with particularly bloodthirsty bandits.\""
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"author": "Aylissa Windsong",
"message": "Aylissa listened as Richard responded to the display of magic she demonstrated, beaming slightly when he mentioned that it sounded like it was a very stunning place. Given that was her homeland, she was proud of it and was happy to hear such. She wasn't aware of any suspicion he may have had for her, but she harbored no ill will towards him. Why would she, when he has been nothing but friendly the entire time they've been conversing? Her gaze eventually fell upon Trapper going right to town on the bone she provided for him, also happy to see that he was enjoying the gift she provided for him. All she wanted in her life was to use her gifts for others' benefit, never for personal glory or fame. Any opportunity to do so was quickly seized by the Druid, much like the meeting with Richard.\n\"Laughing Coffins?\"\nThe elf questioned, though from the sounds of things it must have been the name of a bandit gang that roamed the woods around here. Bandits didn't concern her, especially not in *Her* Element. With enough time, she might even discern their location by conversing with the woods themselves.\n\n\n\"Well, if you took care of them yourself then I don't see them being an issue with both of us working together yeah?\"\n\nThe Druid said with a smile, flexing her arm slightly to make a bit of a showing of her own strength, even if it was just a minor act. After this, she got her belongings together and got herself ready to travel alongside the ranger. No matter what the journey may bring, she was confident they could tackle whatever challenges the forest posed for them. Though she was curious to know more about this place... She could probably ask about it once they got on the move and into the woods, away from what the source of Richard's previous distress.\n\"And of course I can't forget the tough guy himself, Trapper! If those bandits show up, we'll be fine!\"\nShe had a 'glass-half full' kind of outlook, something that she hoped would rub off on the ranger and help lighten the mood between them while they began their journey. This would be the best opportunity to learn more about him in general.\n\nHowever, should the questioning turn towards her she would most likely try to dodge them. This \nWas a habit she tended to have, avoiding providing too much information on herself as to avoid getting too accustomed to others and lowering her guard with them. She really would have to work on that at some point, or else she may not make any real trustworthy friendships with others. Something that is sorely needed in the world in order to accomplish tasks greater than oneself. Even Aylissa knew that she couldn't do everything on her own, but she refused to admit that she may need help from time to time. Stubbornness, one might call it. \n\"So if you know the path more, I'll let you lead the way! It'll help me get some time to get used to my surroundings, see the paths and all. If I'm to be in Alynthi for a long period of time... I better get used to it right?\"\nThe girl said, allowing him to walk ahead if he so chose while she started to hum quietly to herself. If he tried to listen in, he might hear this melodic tune... And even notice a few things happening as a result, such as the wind seeming to blow in sync with her hums... And the trees around them glowing slightly in the leaves."
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"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "*He stood up looking at a path, one that lead past the remains of the old wooden palisade that used to surround the burnt out village.* \"This way. We better hurry. We can take the bandit route, but we don't want to be anywhere near the Dread Moors after dark, and the trail takes us right by them. We should be fine as long as the bandits don't bother us.\" *He started off towards the trail. Trapper stayed behind for a bit, burying the bone, before following behind, stoping occasionally to investigate things he found interesting.*\n\n*As Richard walked along the trail he kept his head on a swivel, and as he walked his steps weren't merely muffled, but completely silent. He did this illusion out if habit, but it was helpful nonetheless, if a bit unsettling for those who noticed it. He noticed her humming, but payed no mind to it as he was always on the lookout for danger.* \"I do hope the bandits choose to not bother anyone today. The last group of bandits I ran into had a mage for a leader, so best not to let them spot us in the first place.\""
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"author": "Aylissa Windsong",
"message": "It seemed that Richard wanted to hurry up and get things moving, and in her eyes he was overly worried about the bandits. What was interesting however was staying near the Dread Moors after dark, and from the name alone it could potentially be a source of dark magics... Or home for foul individuals indeed. \n\"You seem quite concerned to come across bandits! Have you no faith in your own skills, ser?\"\nAylissa seemed to tease him over that fact, walking up a bit faster to be side by side. By that point she began to notice the fact that the only pair of footsteps she could hear were her own, which was quite peculiar. Perhaps a form of magic from the ranger? She wasn't even aware he had access to magic, which was quite the pleasant surprise to say the least. \n\"I'm a druid, these woods listen to me. And should those bandits come across us, they will find the very ground turning against them. We needn't fight them either, my talents can be put to use in securing a safe way past, if we come across them.\"\nShe hoped that this would aid him with having some confidence in the two, as to her it really seemed like he was concerned.\n\n\n\"Though I'm also curious about your own talents. Your footsteps are inaudible, what sort of magic are you using?\"\n\nShe didn't quite know off the top of her head, as her mother only briefly glossed over illusions as a topic in her study of magic. Aylissa wanted to learn this sort of incantation, as such a skill could prove a handy thing to pick up in the future if she could muffle her own footsteps. The area surrounding them seemed calm enough, only the sounds of nature saturating the air with the orchestra of birds, squirrels, and other woodland critters that inhabited these woods. Though, perhaps in anticipation of any potential threats that they may come across, the Druid opted to speak an incantation of her own under her breath. And with a tracing of a few fluid sigils, her clothes melded and shaped to the true form hidden beneath, a bit of her transmutation magic revealing that she had turned the armor she was truly wearing into the outfit she *Had* Been wearing. The carved and treated wood plate mixed with various elements of leaves, leather and hide being the layer of protection along with a facial obscuring wooden mask. Completing this new gear was a green cloak draped over her shoulders and back.\n\"If you're anticipating combat however, I will prepare accordingly.\"\n\n\n\nAylissa spoke, her voice slightly muffled by the mask. The armor would blend in nicely depending on where she hid, and almost made her seem like an entirely different person from the sudden shift in appearance.\n\n\"I know my fair share of magic, though I admit from what I've heard of the mages throughout the world their powers are far more focused and potent than mine.\"\nShe said, taking her bow from its place on her back and making sure the string was nice and taut, before putting it back in its proper holster. The druid had traveled enough to know that some form of protection was necessary when it came to traveling. This wood would serve well enough, but there were far better forms of protection she would have to keep her eyes out for if she managed to come across it. Some of the magical items from Thyseer would do the trick, depending on which she found."
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"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "\"It's not the bandits alone that worry me. Surely in a straight fight they wouldn't stand a chance. But they won't give us a straight fight. I am always vigilant, even in apparent safety like this, because they fight dirty. Pit traps, falling rocks, and sometimes just hiding in the bushes. I don't expect trouble yet, but one can never be to careful.\"\n\n*A short while later he came to a junction. He took the well traveled route before responding to Aylissa's comment.* \"It's a simple trick that my dad taught me. I've taught myself a bit more than just that. Helpful for those who want to keep a low profile. As for your own magic, you can talk to the trees right? If you could give us a warning if anyone or anything gets to close let me know.\" \n\n*They walked some more distance down the trail, and an odd question about Thyseer entered his mind.* \"I don't mean to probe, but if Thyseer is so idyllic, why'd you leave? Surely you have no need to with such a wonderous land?\""
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"author": "Aylissa Windsong",
"message": "Aye, it was true that most bandits that *Knew* What they were doing would never fight fairly. Outnumbering, using traps, or being sneaky were the usual methods of achieving victory over any would-be heroes. And many people had fallen to their tricks before. That much she could understand why he'd be a bit more concerned about the bandits than she was, given their cowardly ways and aptitude for ambushes. She seemed to be lost in thought momentarily before he began to explain the magic that he was using, something that was passed down from his father. That mention alone brought up curiosity, as Aylissa never actually had a father figure in her life. She was raised only by her mother, in a relationship not too far from a master and an apprentice more than a mother and daughter.\n\"Not just talk to the trees, it's a bit more complicated than that for Druids.\"\nShe corrected, before a critical question was posed about her.\n\n\nShe froze up slightly, though the conflicted expression on her face wasn't quite visible due in part to the mask she wore. Aylissa knew the reason why she left, and it wasn't something she had any control over. But she wasn't about to indulge in her own history right now, not when she had her own apprehensions.\n\n\"It's not something I like to talk about..\"\nThe girl simply responded, hoping that would be enough to satisfy his curiosity. Though given the tone in her voice, there was certainly more to the story than she let on. Perhaps in due time she might allow him a glimpse into her history, but for the time being she didn't see it being his business. Ironic, considering her own intrigue about Richard.\n\"Anyway, I'll try to keep you notified if something is amiss..\"\nShe said, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes briefly to listen to the area surrounding her. There were a few interesting sounds, but nothing that would really warrant any danger towards them. Part of her deep down wanted to let the weight off of her shoulders and to tell Richard about her departure from her mother nearly twenty years ago. \n\n\n*Is she even worried about me?*\nAylissa questioned in her mind, before shaking her head and returning her focus to reality. Though she thought she may have heard something up ahead and dropped low to the ground to listen to the earth... It seemed to be nothing as well. They were safe, that much was certain. Getting back up and letting out a sigh, she spoke up to address any concerns.\n\"It's nothing, just a bear that's leaving with its cubs. They won't bother us.\"\nThe druid returned to form, following Richard as she fidget slightly with her leaf-hair and tucking it behind the mask so it didn't get in the way.\n\"Maybe when we get to town, if you insist on knowing why I left..\"\nShe added, informing him that was the only point she would really disclose the information. Aylissa knew it may not have been the answer he wanted, but it was the only one she felt comfortable giving to him, even if she may not be willing to disclose it then."
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"author": "Sherlock Oakenflight",
"message": "*Sherlock would've walked among the glistering forest as his hands touched the tough as rock oaks whenever he passed any-previously before this he had done a job for a wealthy dwarf with information or a clue that was personal info to him, so much so that he murdered a few innocent civilians for it. He of course felt remorse for them as anyone would after murdering a parents with their children peaking to see this assassination that would leave them as orphans. Though he quickly got over the guilt feeling that would drive people to insanity and have it be replaced with his primary goal set in mind that had him do this act like replacing a sword.*\n\n*Looking at the tracks and investigating the area for any clues that he might find his mother's kidnappers like a mice looking for food, he found their insigma of this group. Grabbing the bloody silver piece he inspected it further and noticed a trial of blood. He glanced back at the piece and he immediately felt anger at the fact that he was to late to kill and get the info for himself. Someone had beat him to it. Following the crimson river he came across two wolves dead with deep slashes on their black tough of a fur skin, and the man's right thigh chewed on, flees slowly feasting on the wound, the man looking pale as snow. Another trail that indefinitely made this man's colour truly define this investigation as cold. He approached and immediately sweared at the dead corpse before punching it a few times like a ragdoll.*\n\n*His anger slowly flying away, he further inspected the wounds on the man, noticing arrow shots from the neck which he looked around. He felt uneasy at this area...*"
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"author": "Ellasarra",
"message": "*To add to his nervousness, after just a few moments of looking around he would feel a vibration in the ground, accompanied by a bassy crashing sound. \nFollowed closely by a tree hitting the ground with a loud crack. \n\nHeavy footfalls are heard, and said tree is then being moved rapidly, causing twigs and branches to crack and break. \n\n\nThe one who is causing such a ruckus is Ellasarra, a 8 foot woman with wings twice as long as shes tall. \nApart from her upper torso her entire body seems made of stone, explaining why ever footfall sounded like that of an elephant. She probably weighed just as much. \nAround her shoulder hangs a pouch, about the size of a regular backpack, apparently all she needed stuffed inside. \n\nHaving flown all day, a miracle that she could at all, her wings had gotten tired and most her magic depleted. Finding herself forced to land she tried her best to find a clearing, but still took one of the trees out clean. \nCurrently, shes trying to put it back the way she found, dragging it around and trying to erect the wooden club, futily so. \n\nA second crash echoes through the forest as the tree bark underneath her grip slips away from her, and the tree hits the floor a second time.\n\nShe's oblivious to anyones presence, be it sherlock or others, and is currently whispering something to herself, while trying to fix her mistake*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Think you can get a GM or any at all? Or you gonna one shot the bandits and then talk with Sherlock."
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"author": "Sherlock Oakenflight",
"message": "*Sherlock immediately sensing the intense vibrations of what seemed to him like clouds falling and stars dropping, he immediately thrown his hood over himself and ran towards a tree-where he accidently bumped into the sight of Ellasarra-which he glared at her for a moment before making a run for it but then immediately being stopped by an arrow, nay! A bolt, looking to see where that shot came, he noticed some people hiding behind a bush. Around 6 people with 2 crossbows were aiming at him, seeing one tried to kill him-the other bolt hit near Ellasarra.*\n\n*Surprised and out of plans or having his ideal scenery ruined by a few hunters or at first it seems that way, he immediately ran towards a boulder, taking cover. Looking behind him, he would've tried his best to avoid her but now seeing that they both are being targeted at for whatever reason he looked back over the rock to try and take a peak. Bolts flew once again, both of them hitting the boulder. While thinking of a plan, he started to think who did this to him-or who men they were, it was the Dwarves. To his mind, the Dwarf wants a human head to be displayed in his case of trophies or perhaps being sold in the black market or whatever is left. Though the real reason of him being targeted will have to be found by the crouching shadows among the trees like bushes.*"
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"author": "Ellasarra",
"message": "*Ellasarra was still busy trying to lump around the tree's corpse, when a bolt exploded against her wing. \nThe solid stone was unharmed, but the splints shot off into the wilderness. The would be Aasimar whirled around to the attackes, and angrily huffs, before she summons her magic. \nThe stone closes in, turning her upper body into a fortress of its own make, leaving only her eyes and mouth still fleshy and human. \nBut as she did, every movement became slower, and her footfalls even heavier. \nShe was a moving fortress, heading towards the agrresors.\n\nThe wings behind her slowly folded out, and once again her magic takes effect. \nWhat used to be feathers meant for flying distort and turn into blades the length of a sword. \nShould someone get impaled, the numerous wounds would make them bleed out in seconds. \n\nThough, despite her scary outwards appearance, she seemed mostly irritated. Not quite hostile, or aggressive. At most annoyed*"
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"author": "Bandit",
"message": "*Another two bolts impact the stone that Sherlock has hid behind. A command is yelled, and fire stops. Faint, rapid footfalls can be heard, one person at most. \nSwords are drawn, and should Sherlock look over the stone, he'd see that the stone angel is drawing most of their attention for now. \n\nAnother command is yelled and they scatter, the big and heavily amored of the group heading directly for Ellasarra, slowly, while the rest starts to circle them both. \nThough, in addition, if he does look, one of the crossbowmen is aiming at his position, just so he doesnt try anything, and ready to fire if a head pokes out. \n\nAnother two commands are yelled, and something changes in their behaviour. No more footsteps. No more yelling. Or grunting. Only the heavy footfalls of Ellasarra and the metal clinking of the enemy heavy. \n\nThey've gone into hiding*"
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"author": "Sherlock Oakenflight",
"message": "*Sherlock took note of the blowing leaves and the metal clunking around with the orders being barked out from the place that Sherlock remembered the bolt came from. Just like any pact of wolfs, he knew well that the member shouting was obviously the leader.*\n\n*Acknowledging this he thought that he had two crossbows aimed at him but seeing that the heavy metallic bird was acting more of a threat than he did which was clear from the heard stepping, he took a chance and tried to find a rock to throw.*\n\n*He would've waited for a time to cause the crossbow wielding man to grow nervous to the point he'd fire any shot. Sherlock should know since he was a hunter and perhaps the man was too, and knowing alike Sherlock continued to wait to grow the bandits nerves akin to a seed growing into a blossom flower.*\n\n*Awaiting for his moment to strike, Sherlock immediately went into a position to be running once he leaves his hidding spot, but before he could he threw the rock behind him to cause the paranoid crossbow man to suddenly look at the general direction, Sherlock rushed like a hound towards the ranger.*\n\n*Once Sherlock noticed the man with the cross had taken aim at Sherlock which he rolled whenever the metal spike was shot luckily just above his body which as he was rolling he was to the height of his knees which caused the projectile to miss him, due to crossbow's slow reload this was his chance to fully charge at the ranger.*\n\n*Finished rolling and being upfront with the bandit with his blade ready to swing it gave the bandit enough time in its final hours to finish reloading, but if he didn't react quickly to Sherlock's prepared strike then the bandits head would roll along the ground like tumbleweed across the green field.*"
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"author": "Gunnvaldr Dreamwalker",
"message": "*Gunnvaldr felt the wind whisper quietly through the clearing. The middle-aged elf was sitting on a log, having come out into the woods to relax in nature for a while. He took a deep breath as he listened to the birds, and sighed in the solace being in nature brought him from the outside world. Being blind, he would never see the beauty of any land outside the frigid Morthal wood far to the north, but he didn't mind. He had gotten used to that fact.*\n\n*He whistled a short tune, and a large Husky arrived from nearby. The dog, quite clearly trained to aid the blind elf, sat down next to Gunnvaldr's backpack, barking once to help him locate it. Gunnvaldr pulled the backpack to him, and after giving his dog a few quick scratches, he started rummaging through his pack.*\n\n*It was at that moment he felt it. He looked up and around. While his natural eyes were useless to him, he had been given sight into the spirit world. It was here he communed with various spirits, both those of the unborn and the passed on. But no spirits greeted him today. He placed his pack down and sat in quiet contemplation, wondering what the day would bring.*"
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"author": "Cassandra Clement",
"message": "_Indeed what would the day bring? A question that also weighed on the mind of a certain mother who was slowly the strangers location, a fact unbeknownst to her as she was too preoccupied thinking about her daughter. An easy mistake to make as she could feel the little one tightly latched onto her back under her hair, the little one not having strayed more then a dozen feet from her since the incident at the festival. She had never seen her little one so subdued before and had been struggling to cheer her up or distract her, to no avail._ \n\n_So she walked, her back tall and straight like her mother taught her, her hands clasped in front of her holding a basket for gathering ingredients, a few already in there. Alongside her walked a veritable mountain of a creature, a Kekimara as white as snow - the creature keeping close as it made sounds occasionally to the hidden child, trying to encourage her to play._\n\n_After spending the morning gathering herbs and suchlike for her potions, the woman figured perhaps it might be a good time to break for lunch - so she began to head to the closest spot she knew of, only to find it was already occupied._\n\n\"Oh, pardon me sir - I did not expect anyone to be 'ere.\" _She said softly as she bowed a little in apology, she was not looking for any kind of confrontation after all._ \"Come Jenna, let us leave him in peace.\""
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"author": "Gunnvaldr Dreamwalker",
"message": "*As he sat, he felt the approach of some of his ancestors. He knew them well but why they had traveled to the south intrigued him. He talked with them for a while about past events, and a little bit that he had devined in vision. He was rather enjoying the conversation when he heard the voice of a woman he did not know.*\n\n\"No worries ma'am. I'm just trying to keep the boredom away.\" *He responded. His tone was friendly, but he did not turn to look at her, instead appearing to stare blankly into space. His vision of the spirit world faded as he focused on the material and his conversation with this woman.* \"Don't worry about me. I've got little else to worry about right now.\"\n\n*He did not respond to the bow, appearing completely oblivious to the gesture. His dog however seemed quite curious, and ambled on over to the group of strangers. He walked up and began siffing the woman's feet curiously. It was then the man spoke again. \"Are you both alright? You seem tense, as though something troubles you.\""
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"author": "Cassandra Clement",
"message": "\"Indeed it is sir.\" _She said as she made her way over to a tree not far from him, slowly kneeling as she made sure the layers of her skirts wouldn't bunch up too much. Laying the basket in front of her she unconsciously offered him a small smile at his thanks, it was not needed after all as he was allowing them to join him - but she appreciated the sentiment non the less._\n\n_If she was surprised by his picking up on her daughter she didn't show it, after all she had mentioned she was with her daughter and given the mans condition it was easy to assume he had heard the little ones affirmative humming earlier._ \"Zat would be my daughter, Abbigail. Please do forgive 'er, she is very shy around strangers - especially after the nasty business at ze festival not long ago. \"\n\n_On cue almost the giant Kekimara softly walked up behind the alchemist and nudged the tiny bundle hidden under her hair, offering a small chuff of encouragement before moving to sit practically around the woman, careful not to squash the little one clinging to her._\n\n\"Abbigail darling, would you like to come out and say hello to the nice man? He also has a puppy you could meet.\" _She cooed softly, reaching up to gently stroke the girls hands encouragingly. Keeping her voice soft and sweet she continued._ \"He wont hurt you dear I promise..\""
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"author": "Abbigail Clement",
"message": "_A puppy? It was awfully tempting, but this was a stranger! The last stranger she met had also been nice, but then the thing with the scary lady that made her head hurt had happened... That wasn't nice and she didn't want it to happen again... Even though moma had said it wouldn't.._\n\n_But a new puppy to meet.._\n\n_Shakily she moved her way up her mothers back, still gripping tightly as her little furred head popped out over the woman's shoulders. Her antenna twitching fearfully as she blinked at the scene before her, the man looked... Weird. She hadn't seen anyone that looked like him before, but there **Was** A very cute puppy with him... So he couldn't be that bad.._\n\n\"H... Hello... I..I... M-my name is... Is Abbigail mwister..\""
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"author": "Gunnvaldr Dreamwalker",
"message": "*He took some food that was offered, and ate, enjoying the food.* \"I understand being shy all too well, and I'm sure you know it's normal for little ones to be nervous around new folks,\" *He commented on Abigail's reluctance with understanding.* \"And what would happen at a festival that could scare a child so much?\" *He asked with genuine concern.*\n\n*As Abigail slowly began to poke out, Gunnvaldr couldn't help much with encouragement, due to his inability to see the child, but hearing the mention of Bjorn in their conversation, he gave Bjorn a slight nudge, and the old dog ambled on over towards Abbigail. He walked up and sat, toung lolling of to one side as he sat, hoping for a treat.*\n\n\"Nice to meet you Abbigail, my name is Gunnvaldr, although some friends call me Dreamwalker. Little easier for them to say. And don't mind ol' Bjorn there. He's the friendliest old dog you ever did meet.\""
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"author": "Cassandra Clement",
"message": "_She nodded with a hum of agreement, smiling as she felt the little one finally poke her head out to say hello. It may not have been much but every little bit of progress counted as far as she was concerned, especially after the nightmare ending of the festival._ \"Thank you, unfortunately she 'as been around too many strangers who's curiosity outweigh their good manners.\"\n\n_Sighing a little she continued, removing some of the food for herself and Abbigail as she spoke._ \"I am not entirely sure, ze day was going so well and... The sky turned red. There was zis... Pardon but awful voice in our 'eads and ze most dreadful migraine. Truthfully I 'ave not felt anything more painful in my life sir.\"\n\n_Turning back to the child a little she lowered her tone again, able to feel the little mothlings breathing speed up slightly as the canine came over._ \"Abbigail dear, do you think Bjorn might like a treat? I'm sure Jenna would not mind.\""
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"author": "Abbigail Clement",
"message": "_The little mothling almost shrunk back as the man spoke to her, only staying where she was thanks to the sight of the dog before her. Blinking curiously as she debated whether to leave the safety of her mothers back to pet the creature, it was very tempting after all and he did look rather friendly.._\n\n_With the encouragement from her mom the little one slowly climbed down till she could stand up on her own, still holding onto her moms sleeve with one of her hands as she walked out into the open a little, retrieving one of Jenna's jerky treats from the basket as she held it out to the dog._\n\n\"Is... Pweasure to meet you... B..Bjorn and um... M..Mister dweamwalker..\""
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"author": "Cassandra Clement",
"message": "_She smiled and nodded at his wise words, indeed many could learn a lot from his example about how they should treat others. She could only hope until that day she could shelter the little thing she called her own, to keep her from as much hardship as she possibly could. She was still upset she could not have prevented what had happened at the festival, or at least have had the forethought to ask someone practiced in divination for their opinion on the omens surrounding the event before she had attended._\n\n\"Indeed, she 'as 'ad many a nightmare since we returned - she is even back to sleeping in my bed with me rather then 'er own. I only 'ope that with time she will eventually get back some of 'er spark.\"\n\n_Turning to the child in question she continued to speak as she slowly rubbed the top of the moths head affectionately, smiling encouragingly to the little one as she nodded towards the dog._\n\n\"It's okay Abbi, he wont 'urt you darling.\""
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"author": "Abbigail Clement",
"message": "_The little girls head looked up as the adults spoke, her antennae twitching in embossment as she looked down at the ground in a little shame. Though she was thankful her mother hadn't mentioned the nightmares or her wetting the bed again, having that happen after so long had been one of the final nails in the coffin of her confidence._\n\n_Scooching forwards a little till she was close enough for Bjorn to easily take the treat she held it out with a slightly shaking hand, speaking softly as she looked away._\n\n\"G-G... Good d... Doggy..\""
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"author": "Gunnvaldr Dreamwalker",
"message": "*Bjorn wagged his tail at the outstretched treat. He sniffed it for a few moments before gently grabbing the treat from Abbigail's hand. He stepped back and gulped it down, enjoying every bite. He sat back down, begging for another treat.*\n\n *While his dog enjoyed the treats, Gunnvaldr sat for some time thinking. He was greatly concerned. Things were moving fast. Not unexpected, but fate had painfully kept his role in the whole mess painfully unclear. He had suspicions as to what had happened, but he had to be sure. Perhaps this was something different. Hopefully, it was something different.*\n\n*Exhaling deeply, he looked up after his long period of silence. He wasn't sure how to phrase his question since he didn't want to cause them further discomfort, but he needed to know if things were truly in motion.*\n\n\"You said you heard a voice, do you remember what exactly it said?\""
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"author": "Abbigail Clement",
"message": "_Emboldened slightly the girl stepped forward a little as she knelt before the dog, reaching forward slowly as she reached to scratch the dogs head. Her tiny hands gently ruffling his fur as she managed a tiny smile, quietly giggling as she spoke.\n\n\"G-g-good puppy..\""
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"author": "Cassandra Clement",
"message": "_The woman raised an eyebrow as the man started talking, confused for a moment as he spoke. It didn't take long however for the realization to sink in, how he had known about her little one despite his ;ack of vision. He was a divination mage... Perhaps a druid or shaman of some kind if she had to guess, she had met precious few of them in her life but those that practiced that kind of magic were always... Interesting individuals._\n\n_At that realization though both her face and her heart sank, she had hoped that whatever the voice had signified might be contained to Thyseer. Hoping the distance between there and her home might be enough to keep any dangers at bay for her and her daughter, however if it had him this concerned then as he said, there may be no escape for her._\n\n\"I... Was 'oping that we may be far enough away to escape... Whatever it was going to be..\" _She said quietly as she looked down, sighing softly as her hopes dwindled. \"My daughter... I 'ave done my best to shelter 'er as best I can... She knows nothing of 'ow 'arsh the world can be. I never wanted 'er to 'ave to... Is it really going to be that bad?\""
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"author": "Gunnvaldr Dreamwalker",
"message": "*Gunnvaldr spoke calmly, and his expression, although staring off into space, expressed sincere concern.* \"To be completely honest, fate has been unusually quiet regarding the matter. What you heard was a prophecy that has been known by me and those I work with for some time, although this is the first time others have foretold it. Unfortunately, despite our great abilities with foresight and prophecy, further information has been hard to come by. So to be completely honest, I don't know if there will be somewhere safe to shelter or not. \n\n*He hoped that that would offer some hope. He was concerned about his lack of knowledge on those future events, and how they would impact the common folk such as this young family. He considered what you say next carefully.* \"That doesn't mean we are clueless as to it's interpretation. While anything beyond it's actual words is pure conjecture on my part, It appears to me that the prophecy could possibly be interpreted as such. I believe it speaks of an ancient evil returning to the world. With it will most likely come a time of conflict and hardship. The scale of such hard times is hard to tell, the text gives us few clues and I have yet to learn further details. If it is only a regional or even kingdom scale conflict, you may experience hardship, but it shouldn't be to severe if you are wise. My only fear in that regard is if it isn't contained to a regional level. I don't believe it means the end of the world, but it will definitely bear some scars afterwards. But as I said before, we simply don't know yet. If I learn more, I'll be sure to let you know.\" *He continued to eat slowly, deep in his own chain of thoughts surrounding the matter. \"I feel as though I have some role to play, some task that needs done, but what I don't know. Alas, it's up to the gods to determine how things will go.\"\n\n*Bjorn on the other hand, payed no heed to the tension of the subject. He lay relaxing as he felt the young mothfolk give him scratches, and yawned again, close to sleep falling asleep.*"
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"author": "Gunnvaldr Dreamwalker",
"message": "*Unfortunately for her, there was no fire going, not that Gunnvaldr didn't want one. He sat quietly in the remains of a house, shelter from the storm that had rudely interrupted his prayers. He had given up trying to focus in the storm long ago, and now sat idly in his thoughts, scratching his dog as he waited for the storm to die out.*\n\n*He had been pondering some recent events in this exact location, some individuals he had talked to previously. Things were moving fast, and Ora was frustratingly silent on the matter. That and the fact he had no clue why he had been sent south to begin with was making him go crazy. He had talked with a few souls but they knew little of the matter themselves. Frustrated, he had nothing left to do but pray and hope.* \n\n*It was in the midst of this predicament that Kilyn stumbled (literally) into. Gunnvaldr was lost in thought when he heard the shout. Paying attention now, he listened intently. He could sense the presence of another soul not far away. He didn't hear her trip, but shouted out in response.* \"Hello?\""
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"author": "Kilyn Erna",
"message": "There, a sound! It confirmed Kilyn's suspicions that there was someone else here with her, and that that person spoke the same language as her. She scrambled to her feet, this time walking more carefully in the direction of the sound, not particularly looking forward to tripping and falling again.\n\nA few times, she almost fell over, but she managed to steady herself just in time. She wasn't being particularly quiet, and it would be easy enough to hear her approach. Kilyn was absolutely certain that she looked like shit, that she was covered in mud and completely soaked to the bone, but she didn't care about appearances right now. All she wanted was for this person, whoever they were, to be friendly enough so that she would at least have someone to keep her company.\n\nSoon enough, she got close enough for him to hear her wet footsteps in the mud, and not long after, he would be able to see her - or, he would, if he was able to see at all. Kilyn blindly walked closer, once more bumped face first into a tree, and then she suddenly didn't feel rain fall onto her anymore. Had she reached shelter? Judging from how close the other's presence was to her, the two of them were in the same room, probably. And there was some kind of animal there too, although she couldn't tell which kind.\n\n\"I-is he gonna hurt me?\" Kilyn asked as she pointed in the direction of the animal. Her voice shook, but not because she was afraid, she was just cold, evident by the clattering of her teeth. She wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to warm her, really wishing that there was a fire nearby for her to warm herself."
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"author": "Gunnvaldr Dreamwalker",
"message": "*He listened to her stummble into the room. Evedently she was very clumsy, judging by the number of falls, causing him to wince slightly as he imagined the pain of the falls and the subsequent impact into what might have been the door, or a tree. He had no clue since he could not see them, but wondered why they were so clumsy. Oh well, so long as they didn't break an ankle or anything.* \n\n*Bjorn, his dog, stood up and he could very well see her. Curious he walked up to her and begain sniffing her foot, intrested in the stranger. Feeling his dog leave to greet the newcomer, Gunnvaldr gave a chuckle.* \"Bjorn? Nah, he's a big softie. Don't worry about him, the worst he'll do is give you a good sniff and beg for snacks.\"\n\n*He leaned back against the wall he was sitting against, and sighed deeply as he listened to the splatter of the rainfall, and the crack of the thunder.* \"Well sounds like we might be here for a while. What's your name? And you aren't to hurt are you? I could hear your struggle outside, it did not sound pleasant.\""
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"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "╔•═════•༺༻•═════•╗\n\n*Mia had been wandering through the forest for a while now. Her clothes had small tears caused by branches and brambles all over them. Nobody's going to church with that dress anymore. But what reason could drive the faun to go so far into the forest with clothes that clearly weren't meant for it?*\n\n*A raven landed on a branch close to Mia. Too close to be a wild raven. She had been following her pet raven, whom she had named Ringo, this entire time. Mia would've moved quietly through the forest, but at this point, she was too frustrated to think about that. All the faun currently cared about was getting that damn bird and heading home! Using her powerful legs, reminiscent those of a goats, Mia leapt at the raven, who dodged the attack and crowed, mockingly.*\n\n\"Get over here, you stupid bird!\"\n\n*Letting out a frustrated yell, Mia pounded her fist against a nearby tree, before continuing to follow the bird. But something was odd in its behavior... After a while, it turned back, and flew in the direction it just came from, sometimes coming tauntingly close to Mia.*\n\n*Of course, the direction the raven was leading Mia was the direction of Arainne. However, I assure you that the human's presence is a mere coincidence to the reason the raven was leading the faun there. (Well, it technically is, but let's just assume it isn't (I'll show what I mean a bit later. (Also, I'm a bit rusty in long posts, haven't done them in a whiiiiile.).))*\n\n╚•═════•༺༻•═════•╝"
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"author": "_natters_",
"message": "Pulling the hood back up over her features, Arainne continued through the forest, eyes darting left and right and occasionally, she'd glance over her should to see if anyone was following her. With no sign of life outside of Ferisia following close behind her and the sound of the birds echoing through the trees, she felt safe enough to slow her pace a bit.\n\n\"Dinner will be scarce again tonight, friend.\" Those icy blue eyes lowered to the red fox that trotted next to her. It made a bit of a chortle sound before stopping, those soft black tipped ears perking as she froze.\n\nArainne stopped as well and dropped to one knee as she watched the fox. Her gaze followed that of the fox who now sniffed at the air. \"Danger?\" The fox looked at her a moment, it's left paw lifted off the ground as though it had stopped mid step. A cool breeze blew through the trees causing the leaves to rustle. The mere sound made it hard for Arainne to pick up on any other sounds within the forest itself. Sounds that perhaps didn't belong.\n\nArainne bit her bottom lip as she moved a few steps to her right before dipping under some heavy brush within the forest. It would work as a somewhat decent form of coverage if something or someone was passing by relatively close. Dark elf movement had been heavy within the forests, or so she had heard. If this was a Dark elf, she'd do best to stay hidden as best she could.\n\nIn the near distance, she caught sight of white hair much like her own and her heart raced for a moment. Could it be her father? Had he finally returned? Escaped from the enslavement of the Dark Elves? Those thoughts were quickly diminished when the being came into full sight. A faun. A little one at that. \n\nArainne quickly fixed her hair to cover her features. In the past, she had used charcoal to draw on her face. It was easier to pull herself of as an elf if she had strange marking across her features. It also worked well to hide the very visible scar on her cheek. Once her hair covered the rounded tips of her ears, Arainne pulled the hood up to cover her head and stepped out from the brush. Keeping her head down, she moved along the path quietly."
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"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "╔•═════•༺༻•═════•╗\n\n*The raven finally landed, not too far from the tree that the human had previously been in. Breathing heavily, the rather short faun finally caught up with it. On the ground, there was... A twig. But was it really just a twig? No, it was a FORKED twig. On both ends.*\n\n*Picking up the twig, Mia didn't understand why Ringo had brought her all this way just for a twig. Or how it even knew that this specific, peculiar twig was here. However, a slight feeling of unease appeared in her left palm, where the sigil was. Of course, she still had no idea what the sigil was all about. She'd received it a few weeks ago, and nothing had happened since. But Mia still hid it.*\n\n*Then, her vision became warped and twisted, the trees around swirling and forming faces, as if they had become monsters of some sort. In the cloudy sky, which had turned crimson-red, two bright red eyes shone down on the world. It seemed that the monstrous trees make a clearing, and her pet, Ringo had become a giant vulture. It plunged its beak towards Mia, impaling her. This all seemed so... Surreal. The pain was unbearable, as it had been amplified sixfold. Mia laid on the ground, only to see that something dark was coming from the sky... Something like an arrow, made of shadows. And it plunged right into her wound. Then she fell unconscious.*\n\n*All that had been a dream, though. She had fallen asleep soon after the feeling of unease hit her left palm. Since then, she had developed a fever, and the sigil had burned through the glove she wore. Now Mia laid there, unconscious, having a nightmare, and burning with a fever. What a jolly day it is indeed.*\n\n╚•═════•༺༻•═════•╝"
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"author": "_natters_",
"message": "As Arainne rounded a small corner, she stopped dead in her tracks, a gasp escaping her lips before dipping behind a tree. With her back against the rough trunk, she listened for a moment. \n\n*Just Run! Go home! Don't Poke your nose where it does not belong*\n\nThe voice of her father echoed in her mind as she took a deep breathe. A glance down at the fuzzy little fox caused her to wrinkle her nose. Her head fell back against the tree once more before a deep breathe was taken and she slipped from the tree and quickly moved towards the unconscious being.\n\nMoving quickly, she stopped and kneeled down next to the faun. \"Hello..\" She whispered softly before lifting her gaze to examine her surroundings. \n\nAll clear.\n\nReturning her attention, she tapped the faun's face and winced. \"I'm sorry... But you cannot stay here. You must wake up. These woods are not safe.\" She tapped again but stopped mid tap and pressed her fingers to the flesh of the faun. \n\nArainne cursed under her breathe before she looked around again. They were out in the open of the forest and could easily be seen from a good distance. This was dangerous. Standing up, Arainne grabbed the girl by the cuff of her clothing near her neck and started to drag her away. Home was too far away but if she could get them under some brush, it would be safer. She could find some elderflower to grind up and slip under her tongue for the fever.\n\nA grunt escaped her lips as she continued to pull the faun towards the brush. Once there, Arainna slipped back out and moved the earth a bit to make sure her tracks were covered, lest they lead someone right to her. Slipping back into the brush, she knelt down and checked the faun again. \"Hello?\""
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"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "╔•═════•༺༻•═════•╗\n\n*Mia felt that she was being dragged, subconsciously. It took a while for her to finally open her eyes. Her whole body was trembling due to the fever, and the forest wasn't the warmest of places to be. This fever could easily turn into something far more dangerous. A person's voice struck her, causing a headache. Then she realised that it was, in fact, a person. In the middle of the woods.*\n\n\"Wh... What's going on?\"\n\n*Her voice was weary, as if she was ill for a while now. This wasn't natural. People don't collapse and start having a fever out of nowhere. And people DEFINITELY don't usually have some sigil on their palm that burns through clothing, in case the human would notice it.*\n\n*Slowly opening her eyes, Mia saw that the person was an elf - at least similar to one. Perhaps a shapeshifter? Both are good explanations to why she was in the forest, but none can explain how they had met. And what was up with the twig? Mia then realised that she, in fact, hasn't seen the twig, nor Ringo, ever since. It was a bit... Unsettling. Especially seeing as the raven had technically killed her in the nightmare.*\n\n╚•═════•༺༻•═════•╝"
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"author": "_natters_",
"message": "\"Shhh... Shhhh..\" Her heart was racing as she peeked back out around the brush. \"Were you traveling alone? Was anyone tracking you?\" Her questions were odd, but of course Arainne had plenty of reason to ask them. She was putting herself at great risk trying to help this faun.\n\n\"You collapsed. I'm not sure what happened. You... You sort of swayed and then fell to the ground. I went to check and see if you were still breathing and when I tried to slap your cheek to wake you, I noticed you had a fever.\" Her movements were quick and jerky. As though she was doing her best to conceal the fact that the two of them were under the brush.\n\nLifting her gaze to Fereisia, she clicked her tongue and the fox skittered away. It was far easier for the fox to wander through the woods. Arainne had been able to teach her commands. If there was trouble, Ferisia would return and lay down flat on her side. If it was all clear, she'd simply sit down on her backside.\n\n\"What are you doing out here in the woods? And does this happen often? Perhaps you should see a healer if it does?\" Once the girl was awake enough, Arainne stood up. \"I saw some elderflower near where I found you. We can put it under your tongue and it will lower your fever.\"\n\nWith that said, Arainne didn't bother to wait for the girl to respond. She slipped from the brush and quickly found the elderflower before scurrying back under the heavy brush. Only a few minutes later, Ferisia approached and crawled in from a small spot where she sat on her backside. A sigh of relief escaped her lips. \"Good girl.\" She said to the fox.\n\n\"Put this under your tongue.\" With her fingers, Arainne ripped up the leaf and offered it to the faun. \"It will help you..\""
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"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "╔•═════•༺༻•═════•╗\n\n\"T-t-this is the f-f-first time this has h-happened. I don't know what was that.\"\n\n*Mia's teeth clattered against each other, as it'd be expected from a fever. At least, I think so. It's been a while since I've been sick, let alone had a fever. But Mia was suffering, and that goddamn bird was nowhere to be seen. Let her here, gave her a fever and dipped. Typical bird. All feathers, no trustworthiness... Or is there?*\n\n*The faun recognized the plant, and accepted it from the human, doing as told. It wasn't much, but it certainly will help soon, since, if I recall correctly, putting medicine under your tongue helps it take effect. Don't take my word for it though, I might be bamboozling all this information due to lack of knowledge. Either way, Mia still hadn't noticed that the human was, well, a human. Good job on disguising!*\n\n*Closing her eyes once more, feeling too tired to answer questions, for now, Mia saw the red eyes through the darkness that closing her eyelids granted. The same red eyes from the nightmare that caused the fever. Had she become schizophrenic or something? However, opening and closing her eyes didn't help. The ominous eyes were still there. Watching. Waiting.*\n_ _\n\n*When she fell asleep, another dream appeared. This time, Mia was walking through a thick, black fog, the dark eyes watching from the sky, being the only thing she could see. At least, Mia thought it was the sky, since it was upwards. Then, the fog cleared in one direction. The faun headed towards it, her legs getting heavier and heavier as she came closer. When she finally came into viewing distance of the light that had shone from the end of this foggy corridor, her legs felt as if they were made of something even more dense than lead... On the ground, there was the sigil which was also on her palm. The red light coming from it blinked, and summoned a swarm of insects that landed on her body. Mia tried running, tried screaming, but she was too tired. The insects began spreading fungi and pestilence, all over her, with her screaming internally with agony, as the process was worse than the Spanish Inquisition.*\n\n*But then, it stopped. Suddenly, there was nothing. No sigil, no insects, no pain. Only the fog and the red eyes in the sky. And they made her feel bloodlust. They told Mia to kill. Serve her master... And she will be rewarded.*\n\n╚•═════•༺༻•═════•╝"
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"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "╔•═════•༺༻•═════•╗\n\n*A human... Nowadays they were as rare as a four-leaved clover, if not rarer. Mia was extremely lucky to have met one, but the human was lucky that she wasn't after her head. It was very kind of the girl to let her stay, even if that means putting herself in danger. The faun was appreciating that.*\n\n*Seeing the human getting some shut-eye, she realized that neither of them had properly introduced themselves. Unfortunately, now was a bit too late for that. The girl, who had pretty much saved her life, was sleeping a well-earned rest. Mia decided that, after a bit of thinking (a very important step before sleep), she'd do the same.*\n\n*However, that did not turn out to be a good idea, since once she began walking the paths of her thoughts, the faun discovered that they were contaminated with thoughts of many ways she could murder someone. This kind of thoughts had never arisen in her mind before, and it was rather stressing for someone like her, who yearned for peace, to out of nowhere begin thinking about killing someone. Mia calmed herself by putting that off as just being tired and the fever-inducing nightmare's fault. Still, all this wasn't normal. Maybe some books would have answers, once she returns home?*\n\n*Deciding that these are matters for tomorrow, Mia lays down near the fire, and closes her eyes, waiting for sleep to arrive, which it does, soon after...*\n\n╚•═════•༺༻•═════•╝"
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"author": "Arainne",
"message": "When morning finally did come, Arainne had been sitting up stoking the fire. She watched the faun sleep for awhile and found herself wondering if she could get back to wherever she had come from on her own. Gods, she hoped so.\n\nMoving towards the female, she nudged her gently with a finger. \"Hey... It's morning... And you cannot stay here anymore. If anyone comes looking for you and finds you... With your smell, I'm dead.\" It wasn't that she was trying to be rude, but Arainne had placed herself in quite a situation. One that wasn't safe for her at all.\n\n\"I have some provisions that you could take with you...\" Arainne paused and looked at the dried meat. Maybe she didn't have any provisions. \"Actually... I'm sorry... I'm all out of food.\" A linen was quickly folded over themeat once more before she turned to look at the faun.\n\n\"I will blindfold you and walk you back to the area where I found you and then perhaps you will be able to find your way back to your own home.\""
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"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "╔•═════•༺༻•═════•╗\n\n*Waking from sleeping dreamlessly, Mia at first didn't understand what was going on, but soon remembered yesterday's events. She then realized that it wasn't the human's nudging that woke her up, but rather a harsh pain in her left palm. That sigil of hers had only brought bad things so far. Why did she, of all people, get that thing? She just wanted to study her magic books!*\n\n*Still, the faun had begun getting used to the pain. However, it still was annoying, and, what a surprise, painful. Its like her hand was on fire, but not THAT painful. Why am I talking about pain for this whole paragraph? I don't know, it's funny. Also, Jack, also known as Raiden from Metal Gear Rising has a moment where he becomes stronger because of pain. (Do note that the character was created prior to me becoming a MGR:R enjoyer).*\n\n\"I understand. Don't bother giving me provisions, you clearly need them more than I do,\" *Cradling her left arm, Mia said, and before she forgot, asked,* \"Oh, also, what's your name? I'm Mia.\"\n\n╚•═════•༺༻•═════•╝"
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"author": "Arainne",
"message": "Arainne watched her for a moment and noticed how she cradled the arm. She could hear her father's voice in the back of her head. Shaking it away, she sighed. \"I will be fine. I didn't give it to you because it's meat and well...\" She looked the faun over for a moment. \"I didn't want to offend you.\" \n\nOffering the blindfold to the faun, Arainne packed a couple things up in a satchel and slipped them over her shoulder before sliding some knives into different locations of her attire. \n\n\"Once you're ready, I'll lead you back... And you can be on your way.\" Her words were short and even shorter was her patience. \"Come... Step up... There are 8 steps. So move slow.\""
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"author": "stereoescort",
"message": "╔•═════•༺༻•═════•╗\n\n*Tying the blindfold around her head, the faun made sure that she couldn't see anything. Not because she didn't want to meet the human again someday, she actually wanted the exact opposite, but as to not betray her trust. Trust is a very delicate and fragile thing, and Mia knew well how it feels to have it broken. After all, her darn pet did that. Perhaps a simple arrow-summoning spell could deal with the bird... But maybe it was best to keep it around. After all, as the saying went, \"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer\".*\n\n*On the way back, now being stable on her legs, Mia had no problems walking through the forest, apart from occasionally tripping on branches she couldn't see due to the blindfold. She didn't talk the entire way back, but they got there soon enough.*\n\n\"Thank you for letting me stay for a night. I thought there wasn't a single human left in this world, but it seems I was wrong. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about you!\" *Checking her pockets, Mia found a small book, that she had brought with her. She had a few of them, and maybe it could be of some use to the human. The faun collected various magic-related texts, scrolls and books. She gave it to the human girl.* \"Here, take this as a token of gratitude.\"\n\n*To explain what the book contains, I'll say that it contains a simple introduction to magic, but if someone skilled enough reads between the lines, they can find some interesting secrets. Mia had not discovered any of them, yet.*\n\n╚•═════•༺༻•═════•╝"
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"author": "Arainne",
"message": "The trip back would be a bit shorter than before. Mostly because the faun had regained her strength. Upon reaching the spot where they had met, Ferisia skittered across the moss covered ground in search of a snack most likely. Moles or rabbits were her go to when in the woods. \n\n\"Here...\" She said softly before reaching for the tie at the back of the faun's head. \"Thank you for keeping my secret.\" Arainne's words were soft as she stepped away from the faun and watched carefully as the female reached into her pocket.\n\nAs the small book was produced and offered to her, Arainne tilted her head for a moment and reached to take it from the faun. \"What is it?\" She said as she opened the book and flipped gently through the pages."
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"author": "Mia Rkk'Touha",
"message": "╔•═════•༺༻•═════•╗\n\n\"It's a introductory guide to magic! It's also said that in this book, if you read between the lines carefully, you'll find something amazing.\" Casting a simple flame in her palm, Mia showed it, before conjuring it into a flame knife of some sorts. A flame karambit, to be exact. \"I'm sure it'll come in handy, unless you're a master witch already.\"\n\nPartially joking on the last part, Mia picked up a fallen leaf and demonstrated that it gets burned by the weapon, yet her hand is untouched by the flames. After that, she dispelled it, trying to ignore the rather uncomfortable feeling in her left palm (yes, I know, it's cliché at this point, but it's important, 'kay?). That sigil could put a big damper on her magic learning. The faun decided to look into it further, once she'd return home.\n\n\"You must be lonely out here, though. Maybe I could visit you sometime?\"\n\n╚•═════•༺༻•═════•╝"
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"author": "Sabriel Damaris",
"message": "*Sabriel had been so caught up trying to swallow the slow mouthfuls of the rotten fruit they were taking they missed hearing the approach of the horse and rangers, the struggle between their stomach and palate written painfully on their face. Only reacting when they low voice of a man hit their ears, the tone making a pit form in their stomach as they scrambled to turn around quickly in the grass to face the strange voice as they dropped the half eaten morsel.*\n\n*As they would take in the mans ornate appearance, so would he be able to make out more details about the winged stranger. They were small, easily under the five foot mark in fact. Their once white hair stained and matted with dirt and leaves as it hung past their shoulders, covering their face for a moment as they turned to view the newly crowned king.*\n\n*A face that displayed nothing but pure fear, their singular white eye opening wide as they looked the man up and down quickly. Taking in the expensive looking leather and armor at a glance, this man was definitely a noble. The pit in their stomach dropping even further as they noticed the golden crown on his head - nay this man was a **King**.*\n\n*As their one good eye grew wider still at this revelation, the other remained impassive as the white marble orb glinted dully in the light. Settled among the scarred socket it sat in the false eye almost seemed a mockery of the real one, a cheap imitation of life in stone set in the gentle face of one who could not contain their own panic at the sight of someone so far above their own station. Were they trespassing on his lands? Were they committing a crime by eating the rotten fruit?*\n\n*At the thought of that they gulped, swallowing the last of the bitter fruit.*\n\n*Blinking they felt the last of their strength surge through them, a singular thought dominating their mind as their body moved almost of its own intuition. *\n\n**_Run._**\n\n*Without a word they spun around once more, their hands and feet digging into the ground for purchase as they tried to escape. As they began to rise their wings flared up, readying themselves to life the creature up and away from the danger as the light caught on the almost pearlescent feathers. If they could get in the air they might have a chance, a chance to get away and keep running as far as they could.*\n\n*However in their panic they forgot one important detail, as their feet pressed into the ground to propel themselves up a white hot needle of pain flared up their injured leg. The limb collapsing from under them as they yelped at the sudden pain, their wings flopping and flapping uselessly as they slammed face-first into the dirt.*\n\n*Clutching at their injured ankle they rolled a little to face the strange king once more, their wings half folding around them protectively as they screwed their eyes shut and tried to look away, making themselves as small as possible as they tucked their other leg in.*\n\n*As tears began to flow freely down their stained cheeks they whimpered softly, repeating the same plea over and over as their voice cracked in its raspy tone.*\n\n\"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..\"\n\n*Ailbhe meanwhile had been confused by the situation, but seeing their companion reduced to such a state prompted the little Khipy into action. Quickly it flitted over to the fallen creature and placed itself between them and the stranger, fluffing itself up to appear larger as it gave its best growl - bearing its tiny teeth as it did so.*"
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"author": "Astalios, Iron King",
"message": "*At first, it seemed that Astalios was going to have to give chase the stranger - but clearly, that was untrue. The more detail he was able to absorb, the less threatening this person became, and as the wings flared up, and they tried to escape, the orbs of metal in front of him began to shimmer and lengthen into whiplike rods of steel that reached out only to become obsolete as they fell to the ground once again, crying tears onto cheeks caked with dirt.\n\nNo man that had a heart that sent blood around his body could avoid feeling pity for the creature in front of him, and the king knelt in front of the stranger, metal rods returning to coat his hands in steel once more, like a thin sheet being stretched to fit a hand and resolving into its former shape. He had to be gentle, he knew - they seemed to frighten easily, and there was much more that concerned him with this particular subject of his - the apple they were eating was rotten, their clothes were threadbare, and they were injured beyond the point of mobility.\n\nClearly, something had to be done. \n\nAstalios's eyes did not once meet the sight of the khipy - it was inconsequential posturing from a creature that mattered little. He had once killed a kaladon single-handedly, and it was unlikely this was going to give him much trouble in comparison. What did matter, however, was the state of the khipy's companion. \n\nSlowly, carefully, as he knelt there on the forest floor, the king held out both of his hands palm up, and let the gauntlets coalesce once more into the form of a metal leg brace, shining in the gray of newly formed steel, straps and splints in place perfectly. Magic it was, and magic did his rangers have - at least one healer was always on site with the king, should he be injured seriously.*\n\n\"I am not here to worsen your condition.\" *He spoke at last, offering the implement to her with a gentle tone, encouraging her to take the help - at least symbolically.* \"You have committed no offense I see.\"\n\n_ _\n*He nodded to his rangers, and the both of them dismounted as well, waiting for a further signal from the king should they need to render aid - but first, this person needed to accept it. One could lead a horse to water, but making them drink was another matter entirely. And he supposed that being diplomatic was not only limited to the political sphere, but was personal as well. This was a test of another kind.*\n\n\"My name is Astalios.\" *He continued calmly, pressing the words into being like stamping a seal of wax.* \"I am king of Alynthi. I apologize for frightening you - clearly...\" *What else was there to say? That they looked tattered? That they seemed to have been through hell? That he was sorry?*\n\n\"You are in need of some assistance. It is my duty to render it to you.\" *His speech was measured and carefully selected, as if he were putting together sentences of brick and mortar in a mason's frock, calculating which part to put where...*"
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"author": "Sabriel Damaris",
"message": "*If it were possible the little Khipy looked somewhat insulted by the kings lack of interest in their attempt at a threat display, the small creature huffing slightly as the man knelt and spoke to their companion. They didn't sound threatening to them, and while they couldn't recognize the device he had created they could see they were at least attempting to help. With a final glare they trotted over to the face of their crying friend, encouraging them with soft purrs as they licked their cheeks.*\n\n*At both their familiars reassurances and the soft words from the man Sabriel found themselves uncertain, shuffling to sit up slightly as they peeked over the edges of their wings and blinked some of the tears from their eye. Their gaze quickly shifting from the king to the others now dismounted behind them fearfully, gulping as they took ragged breaths in an attempt to calm themselves, processing what the king had said somewhat as they took in the sight of the metal..**Thing**..He was offering them.*\n\n*As their heart thumped in their chest like a birds wingbeats they realized they had yet to answer, instead they had been staring mutely as their brain caught up with the situation. He had given his name yes?** Astalios**, and he had confirmed he was indeed a king. It would be rude not to also give their name right? Swallowing thickly they responded quietly, bowing their head as much as they could as the shivered - though whether that was from fear or being cold was up for debate. *\n\n\"M-my name is... S-Sabriel... Your umm... Majesty?\" *They offered uncertainly, sniffling a little as their voice cracked. Though whether that was from overuse or underuse would be impossible to tell for now, though if he looked closely perhaps he could see the scars around their neck - years old from the look of them.*\n\n*Still they kept their legs tucked under their wings, leaning forwards as their gaze flicked between the device and the the man holding it. Still uncertain to its purpose and how he had managed to create it out of his gauntlets, she leant forward a little more as she released one hand from her leg to reach towards it. The hand flinching slightly as her fingers stopped just short of the metal, the manacle on her wrist now more easily visible as its broken chain swayed slightly with the movement.*\n\n*The crude iron device could be mistaken for ordinary if it weren't for the runes carved into it, if the king was at all familiar with such devices he would be able to take a reasonable guess that these restraints weren't just physical - but magical as well.*\n\n\"What uhhh... What is... That?\" *They asked uncertainly, afraid to touch the thing unprompted lest it be used to harm them. It looked... Complicated, and vaguely like a restraining device. Something they were far to familiar with to be confident in taking this strange device he offered, after all they were not eager to repeat those... Experiences.*"
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"author": "Astalios, Iron King",
"message": "\"Thank you, Sabriel. It is wonderful to meet you.\" *He replied, still calm as a pond on a windless summer day, trying to project that particular emotion (or lack thereof) outward, offering the brace as they stared at him, as if he was some sort of giant monument that had happened to fall out of the sky. Whether this surprise was out of reverence or fear was inscrutable for the moment, but it made no difference. Either way, he had a good chance to dig for more details.\n\nThere were manacles on their hands, he noted, and scarring around the neck. There was nothing that he could conclude besides the fact that they had been held captive in some manner, and that implied that there was something going on that he needed to know - either this person was in some way dangerous, and should have been locked away, or had been locked away unjustly in his kingdom, which he could not have. \n\nFunny, that - the moment you executed a batch of slavers, another seemed to pop up when you least expected it. This kingdom of his needed constant supervision, and this was no exception. The hand of control had to be firm lest the people believe they could get away with breaking the law. \n\nThe restraints on them, also, seemed to be magical in some way, but that in itself posed little to no problem. With a wave of his hands, the metal melted away into a stream of silver liquid, first turning from that black iron sheen into a lighter gray, then melting as if it had suddenly become water. The droplets of what had once been manacles joined together with the king's armor as if drawn to it, like roots feeding a large tree, as they were absorbed into the whole.*\n\n\"This is called a leg brace.\" *He took his time in speaking clearly and slowly.* \"It is a device used to lessen the impact of walking during periods of injury. People use them to help recover, so that they do not put too much pressure of a damaged limb.\"\n\n_ _\n*He maintained position, unmoving for the moment, though he was quite aware of the potential investigation needed. There would have to be a lot of paperwork should this person have been mistreated, and he choose to become involved personally. But such letters and records were part of the position. What mattered was making the correct decision for the nation.*\n\n\"I'm afraid,\" *He started again, quietly beginning a line of inquest.* \"That I must ask you a few questions before we can really begin, however. I do not know *Why* It is that you were imprisoned, although surely you have been. I know that you do not quite trust me yet. This is understandable. But if I am to help you, I need to know that you are not a danger to me or to my companions here. I intend to render you all the aid that I can, but I have several responsibilities to fulfil in doing so.\"\n\n\"Firstly, let us start with the reason you are here. What has happened to you lately? I... Cannot say that I much envy your situation at the moment.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Sabbie: *Though still trembling it was clear that the mans tone was at the very least somewhat reassuring to Sabriel, their breathing starting to slow somewhat as they nodded while listening. It was odd to be simply conversing with someone for once, despite the fear it instilled in their heart it was so far reassuring that he hadn't started shouting or grabbing at them. This kind of respect, and from a **King** No less, felt very strange for them.*\n\n*They had opened their mouth to respond that it was nice to meet them too, after all such a response was the polite thing to say. However their mouth instead stayed in an 'o' of surprise as they not only saw but felt the shackles on their wrists and ankles melt away, going completely still as their brain dredged up a memory of molten metal at a blacksmiths and how hot the metal looked. *\n\n*However, no pain came..*\n\n*Instead they stared incredulously as they examined their scarred wrist, the marks having dug deeply into the skin over years of struggling against them. They could barely remember the last time they had seen their arms without the harsh metal, and feeling the weight removed was almost foreign. Looking between the freed wrist and the king as they reached up to rub the exposed skin, almost disbelievingly as they struggled not to cry once more.*\n\n\"Thank... Thank you..\" *They said quietly, their eyes filled with gratitude as they once again reached towards this 'leg brace' he had made. The creatures hands almost imperceptibly touching the metal as she appeared to inspect it, her touch like that of a sparrow on a stem of summer wheat. If he allowed them they would gingerly take the device and inspect it, turning it over slowly in their hands as they continued listening.*"
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"author": "Sabriel Damaris",
"message": "*It was fair of him to need to know if they were a threat of some kind, after all they were the one running around the woods in broken chains. If they had seen someone like that when they were younger then surely they would have at least been a little afraid, if not downright terrified. It was an understandable position for him to take after all, he did not know them as much as they did not know him.*\n\n*Shaking their head they spoke quickly, eager to dampen any thoughts of them being a threat of any kind. She didn't want him to get angry, even with their leg healed they knew they wouldn't get far if they tried to run, not with those bowmen behind him. *\n\n\"No, no... I..I am not danger..\" *They managed to rasp pleadingly, gulping fearfully once more as they continued. *\"I... I..Don't like fighting... Or being hurt..\"\n\n\"I... Do not know why I am here.\" *They explained quietly as their wings flexed around them a little, trying to comfort themselves with them as the spoke*. \"I... I was in my... Room... Under the temple. Everything was so... So loud, there was thunder... And wind... And screaming. I... Dont know what happened next... I just... I think I fell asleep somehow? I was awake one moment then the next... It was black.\"\n\n\"I... I woke up here... In the forest a few weeks ago... I don't know how I got here or really where 'here' even is..\""
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"author": "Nargul",
"message": "Few were the ironies lost on Nargul as he crept, shrouded by dusk-colored cloak and scarf, through the depths of the greatwoods that made up the Greenheart. The game wasn't something-... Necessary. Not to the sensible. But still, it was a test he wanted to put himself to, to see that his mettle had not dulled throughout all his travels. In seeking strength, he learned much of innovation, peace, and the cultures of the world. But - there was still a place for martial might - the clarity of will that came from combat.\n\nAnd today, he was seeking a dangerous quarry. An animated armor, one whose allegiances were as unbending as the black steel that made up its casque. He had heard much, and followed rumors of the Dragoon, and knew that today, it would wander these forests, each stomp as subtle as stones slamming into the sea. A plodding prowl, Nargul thought. At least he'd never have to worry about the thing catching him unawares.\n\nThe forest, or the area where he could hear the armor approaching, was split by a single great beaten path, strewn with broken stones of old ruins and the roots of trees that pierced the horizon above as a thousand splintering spears. Smaller subsidiary paths split off from the pain one, as well as a crossing creek that was knee-height, at most. The line of sight in any direction was broken by bushes, branches, and trunks, and dusky beams of the fading light fell on the forest, painting it in golden and orange hues of the coming sunset.\n\nNargul awaited, great recurve in hand, his body shrouded by darkness, with a silhouette broken by interwoven trigs, leaves, and liberally layered muds. He was so still, that small rodents and insects would crawl over his body, assuming him to be nothing more than part of the tree's trunk in-which he kept himself.\n\nSoon, a battle would ravage these woods, with Nargul intended to learn what he could, and teach an important lesson to the immortal."
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"author": "The Guardian",
"message": "*The silence was near deafening, it was odd the life filled forest with hundreds of animals was silent as anything. Too quiet. That silence was soon penetrated and invaded by the unneeded but unhelped stomps that echoed through the forest. This nine foot tall 500 odd pounds beast broke through the trees leaving huge footprints that could fit a small human inside. On his person he had a huge near seven foot great sword sheathed on his hip pointed in a straight direction rather than down because of the sheer size of it. Usually he'd have it on his back but today he knew it wasn't going to get in anyone else's way so on the hip it is.*\n\n*This place never gets old, the sheer beauty of this place was that rivaling whatever lies beyond death. The many times he came here to train, fight battles, drive bandits away or just watch the sun set and rise was unnumbered. But now his body is numb he cannot feel the wind on his face, smell the fresh smell of nature, breath in the stench of horse shit or anything he coulda done two centuries and a bit ago. He can't really even remember what life was like back then. He needed to get out of this realm and go to the end.*\n\n*The Animated Armour that stood for Alynthi was out here simply patrolling the countryside looking for any trouble, though hopefully there shouldn't as he had spent nearly two centuries driving out whatever bandits, thugs, attacking armies and the such from trying to make their fortune in Alynthi's borders. The people of Alynthi respected Dragoon greatly for it and gave him the nickname Guardian as many do not come in her borders no more because of this long forgotten knight.*\n\n*All of a sudden he stopped. Something doesn't feel right, an odd feeling he is getting. Doesn't have many of those. But unbeknownst to 'The Guardian' he stopped in probably the worst spot he could have picked. Right in this orcs view who is ready to rein whatever he has on him.*"
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"author": "Nargul",
"message": "Dusk dwelled in the demure, drawn-out rays of dusky light that fell upon the forest. Pallid yellow soon gave way to a vibrancy not unfitting for a Bard's tales. Soon followed by a more ominous orange, then a red - trapped in twilight was this place, followed by that torpor of strange unease that ate at the Guardian. Senses sharp still, he had indeed stopped in the Orc's crosshairs.\n\nNargul breathed in tandem with the periodic chitter of small game and flustered birds that flew and fettered around the periphery of their arena. Hiding the sound, he aimed to draw back his bow, pulling it not to the extent of his full strength, but comparatively around the draw one might expect from a strong human. This was a time of learning, and he had no reason to rush it.\n\nThe arrowhead was a thick broadhead of blackish iron, a haft of hardwood and feathers strung in such a way that they'd sing softly as it flew. It was intention. Nargul -wanted- the Dragoon to hear him, to begin to set heuristics that he can later use against it. Nargul breathed out at full drew, concentrating from his place of ambush in one of the trees above, as he finish his observations over the figure's form and armor - his natural vision well attuned to the coming darkness.\n\nAiming then for a gap in the plates, Nargul let loose an arrow that flew with sure and swift speed, from above towards the right of the Guardian, at around two as the clock counts. Nargul would aim to bury the bolt deep in the armpit of the armor, letting the barbs sit and settle in the right armpit - not to wound, he knew better than that - but to be an irritating impediment to bending the suit's arm properly. Otherwise, he waited, eager to see whether the thing could see or sense him as he glanced momentarily at his escape route down the trunk."
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"author": "The Guardian",
"message": "*The ancient Guardian of Alynthi stood stoically still as he tried to figure out this odd feeling, back in his organic days he would be moving round, shield and swords out and the such. But now he simply is unfazed as nothing can even move him anymore. His strength unmatched, durability unmatched, skill unmatched, size also unmatched. It's been centuries since he's had any reason to use an excessive amount of force, maybe apart from the war Alynthi has recently had with Nargul's backward species. But he mostly sat that one out.*\n\n*As the barbed arrow was released from the bow and zoomed its way towards the Royal Knight at a remarkable speed. The sound though it hit a memory of Dragoon's making him move ever so slightly, the chance was gone. This arrow missed the shot, drinking off the shoulder plate with a spark, nothing more. A futile attempt. An overwhelming feeling of dread flooded over Nargul as 'The Guardian's' 'face' glared at where the shit came from, if you looked into the slits in the helmet all you'd see is a dark black void. What is this thing, whatever it was it had a kill count like no other. And it followed him.*\n\n*In a blink of an eye Dragoon unsheathed his gigantic Greatsword that was infused with necrotic powers, a small black mist emanating from the blade. The heavy mist sitting on the forest floor seemed to kill the wildlife it touched. It was odd that this thing that reeked of death was considered a hero in folklore. Without much warning the 9'0 ft tall armor began marching with purpose towards the direction of the shot. Narguls position, this is going to be a massacre for one person here.*\n\n*As he slashed through the walls of trees Nargul would notice that with each swing and hit the tree woukd fall and then seem to start to wither and die. He does not want to get hit by this sword. He doesn't want to get within sword hitting range basically.*"
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"author": "Nargul",
"message": "Kneeling on the edge of the branch that he occupied, camouflaged by makeshift ghillie and the mud he used to mask the scent of his equipment and body, the Orc gave the smallest of 'Tks' as he clicked a lip with half-lidded observation of the shot. Rusty- should've kept his mind on what *She* Had taught him, back home. No matter now, the imprint was there. A wider, fatter bolt shot with half the power, and without his more specific tools for these sorts of-... Foes.\n\nNargul then squinted, scrunching his nose and brows tight as he focused his vision. Grey eyes flooded over with a glint of yellow, and he saw for a moment with the vision of a bird of prey, taking in every detail of the Dragoon's armor, including the general number and width of slits on the helmet, before the vessel vacated of that vacuous, vicious mist. Nargul's eyes looked to either side, approximating-... A few feet, between three and five at most, after a few moments of observation. Roots rotted and thinned away, grass wilted and lay flat, or fell to ash. Otherwise, Nargul glanced at the trees around him, thinking of ideas. For now, he worked off of a supposition, as the specter would have to clear the three hundred feet or so towards Nargul.\n\nAs Dragoon started to cleave and fell lesser trees, man sized ones, Nargul would loose another arrow. This one wasn't even an attempt to do more than piss off the spirit within - the head little more than a heavy, dull block of stone, aiming to cling off of the helmet with a forceful 'ShhhhDING!' as the Orc tilted his head towards himself. A gesture that meant something well familiar to a solider, especially with the tug of a few fingers.\n\n*Come on. That all you got, down there?*\n\nAnd so Nargul would wait a moment, drawing out a length of black iron chain in his back hand, and otherwise considering the other tools he brought."
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"author": "Maeve",
"message": "As the sun settled over Alynthi, it would seem the animals were coming out to play. Through the deep, dense forest of green, a dark bushy tail could hardly be seen lingering within the tall grass. Maeve, a house hold name within the Dire wolf kingdom, had decided to take off towards the hunting grounds after her last attempt at finding food was harshly ripped away from her. Each step the large wolf took left a soft imprint behind her, yet she wasn't worried about it. For her eyes were trained on something more important. \n\nA large female deer was spotted just a few feet away within the clearing grazing on a some leaves with its back turned. Maeve's multi colored eyes locked on, her pupils dilating and adjusting through the breezing blades of grass. And ever so slowly, the wolf lowered her body to the ground, inching herself forward with her nose to the ground to smell out for her prey. \n\nInches stood between the two now, Maeve could *Feel* Her mouth watering with just how hungry she was. Her tail slowly swooshed with impatience, knowing she had to wait for the right moment. Any moment now. Any moment..."
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Roesia made her way through the thicket, avoiding every twig and branch she possibly could. Being a hunter with one blind eye people might think it was a disadvantage, and of course in some instances it was. But Roe didn't survive out here for no reason. She was a skilled hunter, even given her young age of 19. She had her bow and arrow primed in her hands and as she neared the edge of a clearing she spotted what looked like coal black fur, and past it, a doe. Roesia's eyes widened slightly as she watched on, part of her wanting to simply watch the hunt in action. But she had a hungry belly to fill so she had a choice to make.\n\nUpon closer inspection, she realized it was a wolf crouched low to the ground. It was odd given it's color, and she was sure it was even harder for the wolf to hunt in such a green and vibrant forest. So, her choice was made; she'd kill the wolf rather than deal with both the doe and angry, probably hungry wolf. She took a knee at the edge of the clearing, thanking Galedrial she was downwind from the predator. With her one good eye, she focused intently on the wolf's flank and pulled back the arrow in the bow string. \n\nShe let out a gentle breath, sucked in air once more and exhaled before halting her breathing entirely. She then let the arrow sail through the air, but unluckily, it narrowly missed the wolf, grazing it's side ever so slightly. Roesia's eyes widened, and she began to back away. Surely the wolf would either turn on her or run, and rather than sit and wait for either of those things to happen, Roesia made a run for it in the opposite direction of the wolf."
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"author": "Maeve",
"message": "Waiting in silence, Maeve watched as her food ate it's last meal. *Or so she thought.* For when she reared her back up to make her final pounce, a sharp whistling sound of wind caught her ears. The sight of an arrow whizzed by so fast, she almost didn't register when she jerked her body to the side- causing it to trim a few hairs from her as it landed in the mud right at her paws. \n\nMaeve, now startled, darted her eyes up to find her meal gone. And thus, the anger ensued. The dire wolfs snout slowly crunched up in a snarl as she turned her head back to where she had heard that arrow fly, catching a glimpse of a human but even more so her sent. That snarl turning into a low, and loud, growl. If this hunter knew any better; running was a good idea.\n\nWithin seconds, Maeve lounged her way uphill, clawing and leaping up into the air and catching the earth beneath her paws. She caught a good sight this mysterious hunter, watching as she scrambled to her feet. It only pissed Maeve off more at the fact she was running and not facing her like most would- but then again she almost forgot she wasn't in her human form.\n\nAngry and on an empty stomach, the hell hound of a wolf charged after her, bearing her teeth and all."
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Roesia turned her head slightly, but the sound of the wolf chasing her caught her ears first. She ran as hard and fast as she could, and she realized soon enough that she'd never outrun a wolf this size. She had two options; climb a tree, or call for Angus. She wasn't one to shy away from a fight necessarily, but she was outnumbered in too many variables. She lifted her hand up to her lips and a loud, shrill whistle escaped her lips. She continued to run as hard as she could, but soon enough, the sound of galloping ahead could be heard..\n\nEventually, a massive black and white horse emerged, and a whinny escaped it's mouth. His dark brown eyes caught sight of Roesia first, but then the wolf soon followed, causing him to rear slightly in anxiousness. Roesia neared the flank of her beloved horse and jumped on rather quickly and efficiently before turning to face the wolf. She quickly unsheathed a short sword, barely the length of her forearm and reared it towards the wolf.\n\n\"I'm sorry you've lost your dinner, wolf, but mine will not escape me.\"\n\nShe then let out a sharp, *\"Heeyah!\"* Before charging straight at the black wolf. She knew her sword would never reach it, so she instead opted to fire from her bow and arrow once more, this time being much more precise in her aim. Roesia slapped Angus's reigns, making him go faster. On horseback, they would surely be neck and neck in terms of speed, so with a few exhaled breaths, another arrow sailed from Roesia's bow, grazing the black beasts skin rather than fur this time."
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"author": "Maeve",
"message": "There were moments where the wolf was *Inches* From nipping at the hunters feet. The sound of her heavy jaws snapping sent stray birds flying from nearby trees. Maeve's growls only grew more persistent the more closer she got but upon seeing a large Clydesdale of a horse, it prompted her to skid to a stop- her large paws kicking up dust and dirt.\n\nThe horses reaction made Maeve react as such: her eyes falling flat as she bared her fangs, barking almost to give a warning to the animal. As a shapeshifter, she was in high alert to the things around her. The hunter however, now pointing a knife, caught her attention once more. Her words jabbing at Maeve's pride. There was a deep, irritating hiss that snorted from her snout, showing that she indeed understood the human. But before she could react, the hunter had started to charge her way; and Maeve had to act fast.\n\nLuckily for her, the amount of speed she had was almost limitless. Turning on her heals, the dire wolf took off back where she came from; into the thicket of the woods. Dodging and weaving through not only the trees but the arrows that were being shot. As one buzzed by and took a small clump of hair from her coat, she felt it's metal head ever so slightly tear from her skin. And thought, it didn't hurt, rather stung for a moment- she let out a howling exclaim of pain, rounding a hard right to hide into a deeper part of the forest. \n\nIt would seem her tactics were enough to steer her hunter away, now it was only a matter of would she be able to find this wolf. And was she really up for the challenge of *Finding* Such an angry beast?"
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Roesia watched as her arrows sailed past the wolf, only grazing it's flank slightly. She cursed under her breath, and as the wolf took a sharp turn she pulled on Angus's reigns, causing him to skid to the side and pursuit once more. As he galloped along, Roesia realized she had lost sight of the beast, so she slowed her horse down to a walk. She looked down at the ground, searching for the giant wolf's pawprints. Giving the sheer size of the black beast, it's prints weren't hard at all to find. So, with her bow primed once more, Roesia had Angus walk at a much slower pace.\n\nShe listened as closely as she could for any sign of movement or noise. Her eyes widened, even though she could only see out of the one. Roesia scanned over the thicket and tall grass, for she'd surely see a black coated animal against so much green and brown colors within the forest. Angus was still relatively anxious, but he'd stay by his owners side as long as she would allow him. He whinnied every so often, his ears perked and flipping to the sides, behind him and front again, listening for any sounds of the predator.\n\nRoesia laid a hand on Angus's flank, reassuring him given she could feel the tenseness in his muscles. She hushed him, and after what was easily ten minutes of tracking, she halted Angus underneath a large oak tree.\n\n\"Well, the tracks seem to go on and on, Angus. Perhaps we could double back and track that doe..\"\n\nRoesia turned around, her eyes scanning behind her. She then began to turn Angus around, and head back the way they came. She was sure the wolf had all but disappeared deeper into the forest. They had ruined each other's meals, but there was always more animals to be hunted. Strapped to Angus's saddle were three rabbits already, but they were small. Roesia had hoped to bag a much larger animal, perhaps sell the meat and keep the furs for bedding. Nevertheless, she and Angus carried on, following their own tracks back."
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"author": "Maeve",
"message": "Not too far in the shadows, Maeve sat hunched over in some tall bushes with her long bushy tail crunched up inbetween her legs, not trying to be seen in at any angle. Her red and blue eyes however were creeping on the hunter as she made her way back out into the clearing.\n\nNow off her horse, the beast found it the perfect opportunity to strike. Sure, she had a bow but, Maeve wasn't afraid of a little poke from sticks here and there. So, with expert form, the wolf lowered herself again, and when the hunter got close... She would be blindsided by the large beast tackling her to the ground.\n\nAt first, the pair rolled around until Maeve forced herself ontop of the girl, the weight of her paws crushing her arms. Those furious eyes flashing down at her with clear signs of rage. As Maeve opened her jaws, showing each and every sharp tooth; it would seem as if the hunter was meeting her end. But to her surprise, this wolf *Spoke*\n\n\"You've lost your dinner, **Human,** But mine will not escape **Me**.\" \n\nShe growled, her tone mocking that of the hunters. And with mighty force, Maeve struck down her jaws to the side of her head, showing her just how serious she was. Truth be told, she could have killed this girl with a bite to the neck, but something in her head kept her from doing so. Maybe it was the code law that her sister *Tried* To keep with her. That and the fact she wasn't in the mood for eating human flesh. \n\nMaeve gave a nasty glare at the girl once more before shifting back to normal, her long black coat morphing into long black hair that fell gracefully down her sides, and the complexion of that snarling snout was replaced with a pale soft face, one that *Still* Left a resting bitch face at her captor who she still held down to the ground.\n\n\"Tell me, do you always shoot at everything you see?\""
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Roesia let out a loud yelp as she was tackled to the ground, but she managed to grab her dagger as she did so. As the two rolled around on the ground, her dagger flew from her hands, landing a few feet away from where she lay pinned to the ground. Angus reared up on his hind legs, his fear finally getting the better of him as he stomped at the ground. Roesia looked up at the wolf's eyes, her own filled with fear and the realization that she was about to die.\n\nHowever, as the wolf looked down at Roesia and snarled in her face, Roesia's eyes began to change color. Her previously blue and grey eyes changed to almost a coal black, something that may or may not catch the wolf off guard. Roesia's arms began to tense up, and for a moment, Maeve would feel herself being lifted up by what felt like large muscles in the human's arms.\n\nBut then, the beast spoke. Even worse, it *Mocked* Her. Roesia's eyes switched from fear, to anger, to complete confusion. This was a shapeshifter. Roe's eyes slowly faded back to their normal color, her muscles back to normal as well, both fading back just as quickly as they came. The wolf then shifted into a human, and the pressure from the large paws on Roesia's arms began to subside. As the human took in the shapeshifters own human features, she let out a laugh like huff.\n\n\"I.. I apologize for the misunderstanding. I suppose we both lost our dinner..\"\n\nRoesia wasn't really sure what to say or do, but she knew if the shapeshifter made even a single move to harm her, the wolf would be in for a big surprise.."
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"author": "General Ambience",
"message": "*The faint smell of a wolf wafted up into Maeve's nose as Roesia's eyes changed color, but just as quickly as it came, the smell faded.*"
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"author": "Maeve",
"message": "That overpowering sent of familiarity caught Maeves nose so quick that her body reacted by keeping her ears and tail in-tacked to her human form. For a moment, she growled again; showing her sharp teeth still. Her eyes met with the hunters when they began to shift, and that's when she realized this was no ordinary hunter.\n\n\"Oh? What is this? You're a wolf hunting it's *Own* Kind?\"\n\nShe barked, the irritation in her voice not letting up. It was confusing at first, to think someone would go after their own, but after a good look at her, she realized that her sent was much different from her own. The shapeshifter sat up from her position, ultimately getting off of the girl and standing to her feet. Only to find a sharp pain ringing through her back to her shoulder blade. Maeve let out a low groan, reaching back to feel the small tear of skin followed by drops of blood down her fingertips. \n\n\"Ngh.. What a way to start a day, am I right.\" She mumbled, glaring back at the hunter. \"If you're that damn hungry go to one of the local taverns, I'm sure if you do a trick or two they'll give you all their left overs.\"\n\nSnappy like always, Maeve then turned away to find her heading. She had no intentions of sticking around, and now that her meal was gone, it would take up more daylight to look for another. As she started onward, she held onto her back in pain and irritation. Damn hunters. They always seemed to ruin everything."
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Roesia stood up as well and dusted herself off, her hood over her head having fallen down her back. She frowned slightly at the shapeshifters words, not entirely understanding where they came from. She widened her eyes before bursting out into a laugh. Roesia shook her head vigorously.\n\n\"Aha! I'm no shapeshifter, wolf. I am.. Well.. I..\"\n\nRoesia stuttered slightly before shying away. She then changed the subject entirely.\n\n\"I.. Tell you what. I will hunt us some dinner, and tend to your wound. Then we can each go on our merry ways.\"\n\nRoesia followed after the shapeshifter, taking only a few steps forward before extending her hand. It was a peace trey of sorts. After all, Roesia had not only lost both their dinners, but she had also injured what she didn't know was a shapeshifter. She apparently offended her as well in some way.. Nevertheless, Roesia left the offer, hoping she would take it. As she waited for the shapeshifter to answer, she let out a shrill whistle once more, and Angus soon came galloping up to her side.\n\n\"I'm Roesia. Roesia Vuldratrada. This is my trusty steed Angus. I'll be happy to help you in any way I can to make up for what's happened today.\"\n\nAs she once again waited for the shapeshifter to answer, she held on to the necklace around her neck, and a purple hue of magic soon began to appear under he hand, glowing quite vibrantly. Seemingly out of nowhere, a purple and almost luminescent falcon appeared on Roesia's shoulder.\n\n\"Hera, find us some dinner please.\"\n\nSuddenly, the falcon flapped it's wings hard and disappeared just as quickly as it came.\n\n\"Wh.. What was your name again?\""
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"author": "Maeve",
"message": "Making her way down the torn up grassy trail, Maeve stopped at Roesia's offer; a shallow laugh bellowing from her throat. \"Oh?\" She murmured, her ears twitching back in attention. \"And just how are going to find us dinner?\" Without turning around, the shapeshifter swatted Roesia's hand away with her tail, the softness of it tickling her palms as Maeve slowly turned around with an eyebrow raised. \n\n\"If dinner is—\" Maeve gestured at the small rabbits hung over her horse, clearly unimpressed by her skills of hunting. \"—rabbit stew. I'll pass. My apatite is far more yearning.\" There was a pause after she spoke, looking the girls horse up and down with a faint whisper of a growl as her ears laid back a bit. It would seem she had a distaste for larger animals that could harm her, that or the fact this was was just simply noisy.\n\nMaeve glanced back to Roesia for a moment, taking her in more closely to see if she could even consider taking up this offer. She **Hated** Doing anything with anyone but her sister. But given the pair were traveling separately for now, she weighed her options. And after a long moment, the wolf sighed; pressing her fingers to the bridge of her nose. \n\n\"I suppose you do owe me huh. I'm Maeve, but don't expect me to stay long, hunter. I have things to do.\""
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "As Hera, Roesia's familiar flew up into the air, the hunter let her eyes fall back down on Maeve. She offered a kind smile before pointing up at her falcon as it flew off.\n\n\"Oh, Hera does most of the scouting for me. It's actually how I found the doe you were hunting, Hera just didn't spot you I suppose. But when I weighed the two options, it seemed better to hunt a wolf rather than steal it's dinner.\"\n\nAs Roesia let those words fall from her mouth she looked away a bit sheepishly. Nevertheless, her eyes soon began to flow a vibrant purple as her expression faded to that of a dull one. It was as if she were staring off into space with a purple veil over her eyes, yet there were still visible through the hue. Her head twitched slightly before the purple veil vanished.\n\n\"It would seem there are some stags to the north of us about.. 300 yards? Would you rather me go off and hunt them? You're free to wait at my camp, or tag along. I wouldn't mind the assistance.\"\n\nRoesia talked.. A lot. Not necessarily a blabber mouth, but she over explained things. Roesia let out a sigh and brought Angus by his reigns a bit closer to Maeve, almost as an offer to pet him. She stroked his flank, and at this point the giant black and white horse seemed much more calm and quiet. His dark brown eyes cast over Maeve in a silent confirmation of Roesia's words.\n\n\"You're free to ride on Angus with me as well.\""
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "*The day was warm, the sun was shining, and Prince Astalios of Alynthi was hunting in the woods. It had been a particularly fun few days - his father's advice to try hobbies other than jousting, as tourneys were more of an event than a hobby, was certainly paying off. It wasn't constant blood-pumping action, like the heat of battle, but it was at least a pleasure. Careful and meticulous, that was how he needed to be. It was also a good opportunity to practice his magic, and as he held out his hand, his plain steel dagger floated over his palm, ready to be propelled at a target. It was easier for him than using a bow, and required fine control.\n\nPrince Astalios himself was a rather sturdily built man in dull gray plate armor that didn't make much sound as he moved. It was surprisingly fluid as it encased him in steel protection. He wore a simple crown upon his head made of pure gold, and on his right hand, there was a signet ring of the same pure gold that depicted a warrior with one sword raised above his head, the other in his hand.\n\nHis eyes and hair were brown, and his ears were slightly pointed, owing to his heritage as a half-elf. His jaw and nose were strong and masculine, and as he walked through the forest, he was accompanied by two leather-jerkined archers whose bows were over their backs and whose quivers were full. Their clothing displayed the royal livery of Alynthi, and they accompanied the prince as guards.\n\nHis eyes searched through the trees for a target, and he finally found it - a quail, picked out from the bushes nearby. One breath in, one breath out - and he propelled the dagger towards the bird as quickly as an arrow shot from a bow, his magic doing the work of the bowstring...*"
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "After her run in with the shapeshifter who's name she never caught so many moons ago, Roesia had moved her camp from the edge of the Whitethorn river to deeper into the heart of the forest. On the back of her trusty Clydesdale, Angus, the young half-elf was simply out looking for some lunch. She hadn't made very much coin as of late and would have to bag a stag or two at some point in the near future, but for now her main goal was her own stomach rather than other's. After a short walk on Angus' back, Roesia had finally decided to dismount, her feet gently pressing into the moist earth beneath her boots. It was an absolutely beautiful day, and even with the sun shining its brightest the trees gave plenty of shade and cover to keep her cool and comfortable.\n\nTrudging through the undergrowth, Roesia lifted a hand from her bow and wrapped her fingers around the small amulet she wore across her neck. Before she summoned her familiar however, a noise caused her to freeze and halt summoning her bird companion. Quickly crouching down low, the half-elf's ears pricked ever so slightly. Being- well, what she was on the inside at least, allowed for so ever so slightly enhanced hearing, vision and strangely enough, smell. Scanning through the bush she was currently behind, her eyes finally set on a plump quail making its way out of the thicket across from her. Without hesitation, Roesia primed an arrow in her bow and waited for the perfect moment to release it.\n\nWith a slow and gentle breath, the ranger gently allowed the arrow to sail from its quiver, and she was entirely certain she had hit it. Nevertheless, it flung back in an oddly diagonal direction, only causing her to tilt her head as she stood and revealed herself from behind the bushes. Roesia quietly scanned her surroundings, and her heart nearly stopped as she saw not two, but three men on horseback across the clearing from her. Dressed in what could easily be mistaken for a thieves garment, she tensed up, but\n\nQuickly removed the hood on her head to ensure she meant no harm. \n\nGiven she was half-blind, the young half-half understandably become extremely anxious, her one good eye and crystal blue eye widening with alert. Her other eye was dull and grey, making it blatently obvious she couldn't see out of it. Nevertheless, she relaxed her arms to show her bow was indeed not pulled back in any way and called out to the men; \"Apologies! I hadn't realized more were hunting around here.\" Without another word, Roesia moved to recover the quail she had shot, but as she neared she realized her arrow was not the only weapon to strike the fat bird."
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"Well met.\" *He raised a hand in salute to the hooded woman that had nailed the same quail that he had thought to take himself. She seemed friendly enough, and it was a good sign that she had removed her hood. Regardless, the two rangers accompanying him took their bows off their backs and nocked arows as a precaution, though they did not fire or raise their bows to any target.* \"It was a wonderful shot. I did not think anyone else was hunting here either, or I would not have tried to take your quail.\"\n\n\"The bird is yours. It was certainly taken with more skill than my shot.\" *He smiled at the half-elf. Those battle scars looked like claw marks, and one eye was ruined. It seemed that this woman was accustomed to roughing it, from the looks of her garb and her demeanor. He wondered what kind of experiences she'd had in these woods - whether she liked hunting in general. After all, he had only just started to get the hang of the hobby. He could feel the metal in her weapons - steel, and good steel, made up her arrowheads and other accoutrements. Brass buckles. A few copper and tin coins. It was as he might have expected, but seeing what people held was always a nice experience - gave you a little more information about their personality, even if they thought otherwise.\n\nHe dismounted from horseback and started towards her, raising his arms as he motioned for the dagger to return to him. It zipped back out of the quail and into his palm, where he sheathed it at his side. His warhammer remained upon his horse, and there was no further weaponry he seemed to carry. With a closer look, his plate armor seemed to bend and flex around him like a second skin, accounting for the lack of clinking noise when he moved, though his footsteps themselves were not quiet.* \"I'm surprised that we picked the same target, however. Coincidences such as these happen once in a blue moon. I'm Prince Astalios. Your name is...?\""
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "While she was tensed even more at the sight of the guards pulling their bows at, she realized quickly that the man getting off of his horse must have been a royal or noble. While she was amazed with how the dagger flung from the bird and straight back toward the well-dressed man approaching her, she was soon shocked when he complimented her and announced his name and title; a *Prince* No less. Without hesitation, Roesia gave a nearly perfect curtsy, and while she was still slightly behind the bush she was using for cover, it didn't make her any less courteous to a man with such a status. Looking up as he walked closer and closer, she stood straight once more with a scoff.\n\n\"Oh- m'lord, the bird is yours if its to your liking. I'm Roesia, Roesia Vu- Vuldrey. It's a honor to meet you.\"\n\nRoesia caught herself before she spoke her actual last name with a cough. She herself was from a noble background, her family the Vuldratrada's were located in Hyburn. Her two noble parents were still very much alive, and for all she knew there was a missing person's bounty on her head. It had been many, *Many* Years since she had even thought of or heard from her parents since she had been afflicted with lycanthropy, and rather than return home to potentially be killed for the beast within her, she remained in the woods, a loner to hunt and live as she please rather than be suffocated by corsets and royal balls.\n\n\"It does seem to be quite the coincidence, m'lord. I didn't take the Prince of Alynthi to be a hunter, especially with such a difficult weapon to throw and hit a target with.\" Realizing what she had said, Roesia sheepishly walked out from the bush and let out a sigh like laugh, hoping the prince would look over her assumptions of his royal status."
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"No, no, I insist. You've earned it.\" *He returned her curtsey with a bow of the head, a sign of respect, \n though the fact that the curtsey was more polished than it should have been went over his head. He wasn't one for politics. He bent down to pick up the quail and handed it to her himself, intending to go off and hunt somewhere else after this woman got her fill. There were always other quails, other places to go afterwards. This woman might not have the same opportunity, he thought, and it would be cruel to rob her of her prize. It was well shot.*\n\n\"It is my divine will, and as such is beyond contention.\" *He joked afterward, a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. Her accent seemed to be that of a commoner, and the way she said 'm'lord' as opposed to 'my lord' kept any suspicion of nobility out of his mind. For now, she was simply a good archer who had the misfortune to aim at the same quail.*\n\n\"Well, ma'am, to tell you the truth, I'm *Not* Much of a hunter. At least, not until recently - I was getting a bit restless, and my father suggested a hunt, which leads into the next small secret... I didn't actually throw the dagger. It was magic.\" *He chuckled.* \"I'm sorry if that gave you the illusion of my skill, but I happen to be a somewhat decent transmutation mage. I can propel metal back and forth rather easily - and I thought, well, why bring a bow if I can use my magic as a bowstring? If I actually tried to throw it, I'm sure the result would be much, much worse.\"\n\n*She seemed pleasant enough, and the laugh she gave was enough of a contrast with the courtesans he met on a daily basis that he wasn't used to dealing with this particular situation. It was a breath of fresh air - perhaps hunting really was a good hobby to pick up.*\n\n\"I assume, though, that your hunting experience is greater than mine - if you don't mind me asking, what is your favorite part about it?\""
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"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "*Up in a nearby tree, two eyes were watching the pair of individuals. Richard was balancing in a nearby tree, and he has his bow in his hands, an arrow knocked. He in particular kept an eye on the prince. The locals new better than to flaunt their wealth in this part of the woods, but he rarely bothered them anyways. \n\nThe prince however was a different situation. He didn't realize the royalty, but the armor, the armed goons, the crown on his head, it was clear this arrogant fool though his crown gave him protection. Not out here. He continued to watch, waiting for him to no doubt antagonize the poor local, to make demands and then burn down her village when they could not be met. But this conversation seemed different. He seemed, almost cordial, not like the self-important Buffoons he usually robbed. He would watch and wait, listening to the distant sound of their voices on the wind.*"
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Despite his status, Astalios seemed like a genuine being in Roesia's eyes; well, eye. A smile formed on her lips at his words and she took the quail with a gentle sigh of relief. To be completely honest, she wasn't looking forward to the possibility of her lunch being snagged, but she knew that was sometimes the simple way of the forest and hunting within it. With a silent prayer to the God of Nature & Animals Galedrial, she hooked the bird to her side to avoid holding a dead animal in the prince's face. At the mention of his magic being what had killed the bird, she raised an eyebrow, the look on her face similar to that of a jokingly disappointed parent.\n\n\"Well, you aren't the only one who uses magic to hunt.\" Roesia gently wrapped her hands around the amulet on her neck once more, and a faint purple glow began to pour out from between her fingers. Within a few seconds, a large falcon appeared on the half-elf's shoulder and it was nearly completely see-through. Completely purple and glowing faintly, the falcon tilted it's head and cocked it every which way as it quietly chirped to itself. Roesia then released her hand from the amulet and held her free hand beneath the falcon, expressing her words with her hands as she spoke. \"This is Hera. She's a familiar I use to scan the ground with a bird's eye view. I may be blind in one eye, but while I use her powers of sight I can see just as good as she can.\"\n\nAs the prince then asked her about how her experience with hunting was, she frowned a bit in thought. How could she put it into words? As an archer, the world nearly stopped as an arrow left her bowstring. Time slowed down almost completely as she savored in the rush of a fresh kill- but was that the wolf within her, or actually her? Unsure how to answer without sounding like a lunatic, she gave a much simpler one. \"Galedrial watches over me and allows me to hunt each and every day. Being watched over by such a powerful being is all I need, truthfully, m'lord.\n\nThat and venison is delicious.\" Roesia let out a gentle and much more relaxed laugh, unaware that other eyes were on her and the prince."
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "*The sigh of relief confirmed in his mind that he had done the right thing by giving her the kill. After all, he could simply return to any town and be fed, whereas from the way she looked at it, she might have needed to eat it for dinner. He was not in the habit of depriving his subjects of food, and there was no exception here. He kept in his own sigh of relief, and instead simply smiled at the use of magic that she was weaving in front of his eyes.*\n\n\"She's a wonderful bird. Unfortunately, I'm not much of a falconer, so take my word with a grain of salt, but there's a good intelligence about most familiars that I tend to find quite entertaining.\" *Her blindness wasn't a subject he thought he was going to her her espouse, but it was true that sometimes, magic could make up for a disability or two. There was much in the world of magic that he had not explored - nay, **Could** Not explore at all. It was a fact of life, he supposed, just like this woman's blindness.*\n\n\"May Galedrial watch over us all.\" *He smiled. Inwardly, he wondered if she might think him insane for his connection to Anthron. War was not something most people courted - and the joy he felt in combat was certainly not normal to espouse. Everyone felt it, he thought, but none spoke of it. His connection, though... There was something about the way he felt that made him think of what to do to control himself. Hunting happened to be one way to exercise that competitive urge without actually fighting...*\n\n\"As for venison being delicious, on that count I can agree wholeheartedly. I remember we had a whole venison roast on the table, seasoned well with wine and cranberries. It's still one of my favorite meals, but I do seldom get to taste it. In that case, hunting might satisfy my stomach as well as my head for restless activity, don't you think?\" *He asked, thinking back to a banquet long ago. He was a grown man now, twenty-eight years of age, but when he was a child, he had so loved them.*"
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "With a gentle nod, the falcon upon Roesia's shoulders completely disappeared and the amulet around her neck stopped glowing. She cast her eyes upward a bit, given he had a good few inches on her. His talk of familiars caused a small smile to form which only grew with his prayer to Galedrial. Though she supposed a prince should be an active follower of each and every god, even if he chose to worship some more than others. Roesia mainly prayed to Galedrial given her closeness with his domain, but after each kill she'd not only think him but the Goddess of Life and God of Death, Viviana and Ygdramen respectively. Each allowed her to take the life of her prey, which meant thanks was in order each and every time. \n\nAs Astalios spoke of royal feasts with venison roast, Roesia could feel her stomach turn into a knot. Not because she was starving for food or anything, but she knew similar feasts all too well. At least, she did. Memories of running around the manor, being chased by dining staff for stealing forks to pretend they were sword; she didn't even realize she had begun to drift off into her own memories, all the while staring into the prince. Shaking her head a bit, she shrugged. \"I can't say I've ever experienced such a thing, m'lord.\" 'Liar', Roesia thought to herself, but she couldn't afford to be found by her parents.\n\nThe half-half was old enough now that she wouldn't be forced to come home. Her worries now were how disappointed her parents would be in her for never coming home. They would surely found out about her lycanthropy, be it by Roesia speaking the truth or her changing and them witnessing it. Nevertheless, no matter how much her parents loved and missed her, lycanthropy was an extremely misunderstood and rightfully feared affliction with no cure past the first blood moon or 'change'. Roesia didn't exactly remember hers, but the aftermath was still tattooed into her mind forever. Snapping out of it once more,\n\nShe continued, \"Hunting is a great pastime and an even better way to learn patience and understand the world outside of castle walls, if you don't find my words out of place m'lord.\""
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"I realize that being party to a royal banquet requires nobility, but sometimes, I do wish that feasting was a part of every person's life. It is a wonderful experience to be at one - there with the fire in the hearth roaring, children chasing each other around tables. I'm ashamed to say that I once turned my uncle's purse from gold to lead during one of these feasts - and unfortunately, only one mage in the castle would dare to do such a thing. Unique talent notwithstanding.\" *Astalios grinned ear to ear.* \"It was always a favorite trick of mine - turning golden or silver or copper coins to lead, making them appear fake. A firestarter, to be sure - but it was good mischief as a small boy.\"\n\n*This Roesia seemed to be very good company. Even with her falcon gone, he supposed that she knew some kind of nature magic - he could not summon a familiar, nor could he even conjure the iron that he most often used for his magical reagents. There was no spell of change that he could cast to make his horse Tempest bound to him, but the gray stallion was enough of a friend to him that he perhaps didn't need to.*\n\n\"Of course, I don't mind a few words spoken from the heart.\" *He waved it away.* \"You're right, of course, but I've had my fair share of life outside the castle walls. I became part of a unit of soldiers for a few years, lived as a rank and file man at arms. We went searching for bandits, all did the same drudgery. I was technically the superior of even our generals, but I thought it would be fit for me to learn discipline and self-control while acting as a private rather than an officer. After those years, I got my training as an officer in earnest, and it may seem wrong, but the experience is very different. Loyalty is a strange thing. You can keep your troops well-supplied, and they will love you, but they need to know the hierarchy is in place. An officer's duty is to keep order, and it was much different than being the friend of the men.\""
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Shifting her weight to one hip, Roesia listened while idly running her hands through the leaves in a nearby bush. Not out of boredom, nothing more than a simple idle motion while they talked. Before she knew it, Roesia found herself taking in some of the prince's features. Like any other royal, she rightfully expected him to be quite the looker, and she wasn't disappointed to say the least. But what mattered more than his good or bad looks was his heart, which was drawing the ranger in to know more about him. She knew, most likely better than any other 'commoner' Astalios had met that there was more to royalty and nobility than gold, power and politics. They were people, just like the poor, the evil, the normal. They just happened to be born into better lives.\n\nHearing how mischievous the prince seemed to be at a young age reminded Roesia only of herself as a young half-elf, which brought a noticeably nostalgic yet sad look to her face. As the prince continued, she nodded in a silent surprise. It explained why he was so well-mannered if not for his upbringing that was. \"I suppose that would have taught you quite a lot, and explains why you're such a gentleman, m'lord.\" Roesia smiled up at Astalios before turned her head to look off into the forest. \"That reminds me-\" Lifting two fingers to her mouth, Roesia let out a shrill whistle and before too long a large black and white horse came galloping to her nearby with only a saddle on its back and a few bags on either side. Astalios's guards were quickly be relieved, as there was no rider on the back of this horse.\n\n\"I'm sorry, handsome I got caught up in conversation and left you stranded.\" As her horse, Angus, approached she and the prince, the half-elf reached her hand up and pat his tense and muscular neck before unhooking the quail from herself and rather on to Angus's saddle.\n\nTurning back to the prince, she gestured toward her large horse, who seemed to be reaching his head out toward the prince rather rudely. \"This is Angus. Though, he seems a bit testy since I left him for a bit too long.\" Roesia playfully pushed his head away before looking back to the prince once more. \"If you'll have me, m'lord, I'd be happy to tag along with your hunt. Its the least I can do for allowing me to keep the quail.\""
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"Well, I wouldn't be much of a nobleman if I wasn't doing my best to be noble.\" *He shrugged his shoulders at her compliment. He was quite used to empty ones, being at court for so long, but it was rare that someone with a loose tongue like hers gave a compliment in earnest to him. Mostly because loose tongues were a rare thing in the world of court, and gossip was the only thing that traveled farther and faster than arrows through the air. Certainly not honest compliments. Perhaps flattery.\n\nThere was something about that expression of hers - she seemed sad? Wistful, perhaps that was a better word. It was a wistful look. He wondered why, but it would have been impolite to ask. Manners were for good conversation, and not prying into personal business was a key component of being well-mannered. Many courtesans would know how to ask such a question in a polite way, but to him, it was as good as lost.*\n\n\"What a beautiful horse.\" *He noted as his eyes trailed the well-looked-after animal. It had no fancy saddle, but it was clearly a friend to her as much as Tempest was to him. His own destrier was a massive warhorse, but he was about equal in size with the Clydesdale. To call her horse with a whistle was a trick he hadn't thought of. Perhaps it would be a good battlefield command, but the horse was unlikely to hear the whistle in the confusion of a war... At any rate, it was worth trying out later, when he wasn't liable to make a fool of himself in public.*\n\n\"If you'd like to help me with a few pointers, I certainly wouldn't mind if you accompany us. This is Jerrod, and this is Michael. Both of them are royal rangers who have accompanied me on my hunt so far - and to be safe, I hope you won't mind if you're searched for hidden weapons? You're an enchanting conversationalist, of course, but so are many assassins.\" *He asked apologetically. The two rangers gave a nod each as they were introduced, and Jerrod nodded firmly as the prospect of searching bags was brought up.*"
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"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "*Richard looked on deep in thought. It was clear the local trusted the Noble, and he was treating her well. But at the same time he was a noble. He hated the crown on his head and the guards at his side. But at the same time if he was a good man, he didn't want to kill him just for his coin. But many would. Could he let a good man die? He would sit in the tree for several painful minutes before deciding to act. If he turned out like the rest, he could kill him later.*\n\n*He climbed down slowly and surely, using his very limited illusion magic to mask the sound of his footsteps, as he would slink silently closer. Eventually he would stand within easy bowshot. He would put the arrow back in the quiver, before stepping out into the open.*\n\n\"It is unwise to flaunt your wealth so openly, especially in these parts of the woods.\" *He would stand stone still as he said this, his green cloak concealing his features. \"Many would kill for such a prize. Your worried about hidden weapons, but a man in a bush need not conceal his bow if he is plenty hidden.\""
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "*As he came within bowshot, Astalios felt the introduction of new metal - arrowheads. He turned to face the ranger long before Richard revealed himself, and simply waited for his revelation. There was not much use trying to hide from him when one had weapons of any good worth on them - Steel, bronze, iron, silver - all of them were under the domain of the prince's limited magic. But at that magic, he excelled.*\n\n\"I see I've found more than one new companion out hunting today.\" *Astalios's voice hardened as his rangers raised bows to both Richard and Roesia, pointing the arrows squarely at them.* \"You believe you were hidden, but I can assure you that you were mistaken. If you would like to try to take the prize, fire.\" \n\n*With a flick of his hand, the studs in Richard's leather armor extracted themselves from his jerkin, his arrowheads melted into iron slag, and Astalios pulled the molten metal from his jerkin and quiver into an orb, floating in front of him.* \n\n\"If you are friendly, then I have no quarrel with you, and I will return your weapons. But for the future, it is not wise to make assumptions. Every pond has a bigger fish.\" *He advised. His gaze turned to Roesia, and he wondered for a moment if this was a setup. There could be quite the advantage to working in two-man teams, and a distraction was always worth it.\n\nIt was commendable setup, if only the two of them had been more prepared. Any good assassin that had wanted to kill Astalios would have used nonmetallic ammunition, but even then, he had cast a contingency spell on his armor that he was quite proud of. Layers upon layers. It was one of the few things he was able to do - set conditions for his transmutation. If a projectile entered his space at speed, the armor would mold itself to deflect it. Similarly, without their knowledge, he had cast the same spell upon the coins in each of the rangers' pockets.*\n\n\"I do hope this isn't a combined effort.\""
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "With a voice behind her, Roesia quickly tightened the grip around her bow, but left her open back toward the prince. Her reaction would surely be enough of an answer. In fact, she was a bit surprised the thought had come to Astalios's mind, though she supposed it only made sense given they had just met. Feeling the hair on her neck stand up, Roesia knew the archer's that were with the prince would surely have their arrows primed at her own head, along with the strangers. She quickly relaxed her grip on her bow and shook her head, her back still to the prince and his men. \"I can assure you I do not know this man; though I have a pretty good idea who he may be or be with..\"\n\nHaving lived in the Greenheart Woods for so long, you get accustomed to the people who frequently visit it. One such was a mysterious man who attacked the more fortunate should they prove to have bad hearts and protect those who can't do so for themselves. A noble life to live indeed, which only led Roesia to wonder if this truly was the Wolf of the Greenheart Forest. *Funny name given her own affliction, she thought.* For now, Roesia stayed frozen, for she feared arrows may strike her from either side."
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"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "*He would maintain an impassive expression to the magic. A surprise to be sure, but his gear was still effective without the metal gear, mostly. A surprising plus of using homemade stone arrows for hunting. Nevertheless he would stand holding his bow. He wished he had his old flint knife, but what where the odds he would need that over his metal one? Enough apparently.*\n\n\"A nice trick, pity you didn't think to use it to hide your crown. The thieves in this Forest won't just hide in a tree, waiting to take a pot shot from a random tree. Well, some will.\" *He shrugged slightly at the less skilled of the tradesmen.* \"More likely they will ambush with falling rocks, or dig pits with spikes, or snakes. That is just some of the nefarious means. They will use. On a different note, no I am not with her, she's just a hunter. As long as your men lower your weapons, there is no quarrel. You haven't earned my ire yet.\""
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"Why would I hide it?\" *He asked, shrugging his shoulders as the orb rewound itself into the arrowheads and armor studs that he had taken from the cloaked man. He motioned to the two guards, who cautiously lowered their bows, and said nothing more.* \"It is neither a crime to be who I am nor a crime to make myself known. At any rate, combating banditry is a duty of mine. Call it a way of seeing how much my services are needed in the area.\"\n\n*The thought of fighting for his life was a rush to the head that Astalios quickly told himself he shouldn't experience. Getting excited over conflict was never a good thing, even when it was eliminating threats to the general populace. It was all very well and good to protect his subjects, but to like it too much was always a sign of his lack of self-control. He forced down the thoughts battering at his head, and let himself relax once more.*\n\n\"It's good to know that people must *Earn* Ire in this forest, then. Too often, it is simply given based on the size of the purse, and not the content of one's character.\" *He remarked as he cocked an eyebrow at Richard, whose petty remarks were quite beneath him at this point. There was no use in impressing upon him the precautions he had taken - in fact, that was probably counterintuitive if the man really **Was** Some sort of bandit.*\n\n\"I am glad that this is only a coincidental meeting, then. And of course, if you would like to join us, if Roesia doesn't mind, I don't believe the hunting trip is quite over, though the last few minutes of it have been rather eventful.\" *He extended the offer politely to the man in the green cloak, though his private thoughts burned with ire at the small barbs the man had snipped at him. As if he had the grounds to say 'pity', or make him aware of tricks he had learned long ago wearing a plain soldier's uniform.*"
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"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "*He raised an eyebrow at the prince's words.* \"I am by no means the norm. As I have said, many in the forest would give you trouble for that crown on your head. I have chosen a peaceful meeting, but most of the bandits I have met are dishonorable cutthroats who prey on the weak.\" *He spat these words out as he thought of the other bandits. Some were honorable like him, but most would steal from the poor and leave them to starve. It's why he worked alone, that and the other thing...*\n\n\"And why should I trust you? You say your job is to protect against banditry, but your men demand the hard earned wealth of the people, and burn down villages when they don't pay enough. Sounds awful like banditry to me. Why would I go along with the ruler of the men who burned my village?\" *As he spoke the grip on his bow would tighten. He was surprised the Prince of the Kingdom that took his parents was an honorable man. Something wasn't right with this whole situation.*"
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"I am well aware you are not the norm, sir. It is why I am thankful that you are the one I have happened to meet here.\" *The prince regarded the spiteful man with a curious eye. There was indeed something about this one that spoke of tragedy and misfortune, as all his mannerisms - the way he spoke, the bile he spewed - seemed formed of experience. It was a wonder that the man hadn't mellowed already, unless this event had been rather recent.*\n\n\"You have no reason to trust me but the experience you have, and the manner in which I continue to act. I also have no reason to trust you but the experience we are having currently. In that vein, do you know the names or sigils of the men who unjustly burned down your village? The penalty for murder is death in this kingdom.\" *He rummaged through his saddlebags for parchment and ink, though he did not carry a pen - instead, the iron gall ink of the bottle arranged itself into a thin spike, ready for writing.\n\nIt **Did** Sound like banditry to him, he was correct. There was much corruption to root out in the kingdom, and that was his job just as much as destroying banditry and managing the army.* \"I will also need your testimony in a court of law, as opposed to just this written admission and statement, and some evidence of their presence in your village, which I am sure I can find in mercantile records of their movements. I would also need perhaps a scrap of an old banner or more eyewitnesses. When one person says that a crime was committed, it triggers an investigation, this is true, but if I am to judge fairly, I must know beyond your word, as the court system demands.\""
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"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "*Richard lessened the grip on his bow, but kept his distance. Was this another trick? The prince seemed genuine, but it could be a trick to lure him out into the open where more soldiers could apprehend him.*\n\n\"I'll take you to the ruins, you can gather whatever information you need there. But I am not coming with you. As you said, we can only trust people based on experience, and you're about to see mine.\" *If the prince wanted to try and bring his parents justice, who was he to stop him? But this could be the latest act of betrayal. If so he wouldn't be surprised. If not, It'll happen again eventually. Best to keep to himself and help others so they won't suffer like he did.*"
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "*He nodded back to Richard, though he doubted that the man truly understood that facing one's accuser was necessary for a trial.* \"Indeed. I had hoped for an uneventful outing, but clearly, this is a more pressing matter. Justice is a duty, and hunting is simply a hobby. Though I do apologize...\" *He turned to Roesia.* \n\n\"I had hoped we'd be able to continue the trip. This man is rather serious, and I would prefer to fulfill my duty rather than shirk it for a good time, though I would very much like to hunt with you again.\" *Jerrod and Michael kept eyes on Richard, wary of the man's tricks. This was a forest, after all, and not an open road where there was less chance to set up an ambush.*\n\n\"You do realize that if you truly wish to see your village satisfied, and honor repaired, you will have to come to trial? No weapons, no tricks, no mystery? Even now you do not tell me the sigil or the name of the men who burned your village down - everyone has heraldry, and with an eye as sharp as yours, one would have thought you knew it and knew it well. As least I may take it down for recording. You must understand that it is not as simple as identifying the evil - the accuser must stand to face the accused. Otherwise, who is to say that the courts are not manufacturing some story to remove political opposition? There is no justice there.\" \n\n\"I encourage you to be forthcoming with the information I need for conviction, and if you are not willing to come yourself, bring another eyewitness with evidence to one of the royal rangers. I decree that anyone who sees a man matching your description delivering a person and evidence be sent directly to my custody, and then a trial will proceed, as I can preside. One of the benefits of nobility.\" *He gave a pointed look to the ranger Jerrod, who nodded back to him, witnessing the decree for the moment. It was now law.*"
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "~~After totally not spacing out for an entire conversation,~~ Roesia had been quietly spectating the back and forth between the prince and who she believed to be the Wolf of Greenheart. Hearing his village had been destroyed by seemingly Alynthi's own soldiers caught Roesia off guard. While she was from Findara, she had heard countless stories of how welcoming and *Safe* Alynthi was, which is what drew her to its forests. Hearing the prince address her caused her to turn once more, now standing sideways so she could see each of the men equally once more. She placed a hand on Angus's neck once more and she could feel his muscles tense, just like the feeling between the entire group of people gathered in the clearing right now. Roesia could feel the two guards' anxiousness about the stranger from a mile away, but before she could worry about anything else she responded to the prince's apology.\n\n\"I don't mind coming along if you'll have me, my lord\" *And there it was. A slip in her common facade.* Though she herself had not noticed, she shrugged and nodded to the stranger. \"I may not know of the loss you speak of, but I know what it means to feel wronged. I'd be happy to help you if you need another bow at your side.\" Lifting her own bow as a sign of honestly, she offered a kind smile to the Wolf of Greenheart. All the talk of law however only made her anxious about getting involved, but she missed people more than anything else about her lonely life in the woods."
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "*The slip passed over his head, as first impressions were rather easy to make, and the prince was not focusing on the conversation at the moment. Surely, she had still said m'lord, as opposed to the proper way that ladies of any court were taught. He nodded back to her simply. The mentions of how safe and welcoming Alynthi was were mentions that he intended to keep coming - the rule of his father had been a happy one, and it was only his own rule that he was afraid would turn the country for the worse.*\n\n\"I would be honored if you would join us.\" *He did appreciate the support - an attempt at bridging the gap clearly present was always welcome, and this man's cool attitude was a bit of a tough wall to break down. It would happen with time only, and risk from himself. It was entirely possible that this was not a bandit with a heart of gold, but simply a bandit trying to lure them in for the gold of his crown. At that offense, however, the forest would most **Certainly** Be burned down in recompense, and that was an outcome that he was wont to avoid. No further harm had to come from this bitter man.*"
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"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "*He stood there for a minute, staring off into space. Even though it was three years ago, he could remember the day the thugs burned his village. Men in black leather, with no heraldry or insignia of any kind. Other than the King's emblem. Burning houses, killing townsfolk, his parents carried away in wagons, the memories were painful. This kind of thing could not be allowed to happen again. He may be offering safety, but many a bandit-hunter had offered him so called \"Protection\" Only to attempt to capture him. Many wound up dead after that. To risky. Best they part ways sooner than later. But he would lead him to the village. May as well get some good out of it.*\n\n\"If you require my presence in person than your out of luck.\" *He sat down on a nearby log as he said this.* \"As to who attacked my village, it was several dozen men. Some bore the royal arms, some none at all. But they came swift and fast. They slaughtered the few defenders we had, plundered homes, killed without Mercy, including women and children. They carried many people off to who knows where. My parents were among them. My brother was killed. As to eyewitness, I doubt any are still alive. If you wish you can go on your way, and I'll pretend this meeting never happened. But if you are so dedicated to avenging what your kingdom's men did to me, come to the village and see for yourself.\""
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "As they two men spoke more, Roesia took the time to mount Angus and straighten his hair a bit. The half-elf gave a look over to the prince, a silent confirmation she was with him if he needed her to be before nodding toward the Wolf of Greenheart. Her eyes were filled with a sort of pain, though she couldn't understand exactly what he felt, she felt sorry for his loss. \"I'm sorry that has happened to you.\" Given his description of what happened, it was obvious whoever was left alive was most likely sold off into slavery. It was outlawed in Alynthi, making it very possible corrupt soldiers were working with bandits to sell commoners to other kingdoms for coin. She wouldn't put it past anyone, not even soldiers from the 'safest kingdom' in Lucidien.\n\n*Every rose had its thorns.*"
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"I am sorry for your loss. It truly worries me that someone has done this to the subjects of my kingdom, and doubtless, they will be repaid in kind for their cruelty.\" *The relatively happy childhood of Astalios was nothing compared to the dread of seeing all the people one cared about ripped away. He swung back onto his horse with a ready step, and gestured to Richard to lead the way. It hit a soft spot to think of how his own childhood might have been different as a lone child king...*\n\n\"Justice means you face them in court. If you kill them outside of the bounds of the law, it is a murder regardless of whether it is justified. And how do you plan to find them? I can do so with the power to request shipping records, and possibly piece together who they were from that incident, or records in the royal palace. But three years ago, I was commanding our forces personally, privy to every operational record. No villages were ordered burned for lack of tax funds by royal forces, and certainly the royal forces do not operate unless my father or I have ordered them to do so.\" *He tried to lay it out as logically as possible, a gentle tone to his voice as he rode forward.*\n\n\"I have the power to subpoena records, but you cannot simply say 'people did this', blame the nobility in general, and expect to find the men. I need your help as much as you need mine if we expect to find anyone that has done this crime. And I assure you, whoever you are, your crimes can be pardoned by royal decree if necessary if there's a warrant out for you on any charge but something much more severe than this village burning.\" \n\n\"This is a serious crime indeed, and it shall not go unpunished if we are to maintain the state of peace and happiness our citizens are meant to enjoy.\""
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"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "*He walked in silence as he lead them down the seldom-used trail, painful childhood memories flooding into his mind. There were more reasons that he hated nobility, not just the one attack. But the thugs burning his town was the worst. Before then he had been a happy little child.*\n\n*He eventually spoke up after several minutes* \"There was one man. Dressed in similar armor to your armor, with a black cape. He clearly was a nobleman, and he commanded the assault. I'll draw a picture, but I will not appear at court unless you can prove both who he is, his guilt, and my parents whereabouts, or their fate. Yes, justice is important, but it failed me three years ago when those thugs burned my home to the ground. And many men, on both sides of your law, have tried to decive me with offers of justice. None have kept their word.\""
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"Then finally I will have something to work with, if your drawing of his face is accurate. This proof and the results of my investigation will be sent by way of familiar to the ruins of the village if I succeed. I will, of course, need your testimony to make it stick, but gathering information should be no trouble for a man who rules by divine right, and whose authority is unchallenged.\" *He spoke confidently as he followed Richard down the path on his warhorse, the massive storm-gray destrier stepping confidently on iron-shod hooves. The Clydesdale of Roesia, however, was just as large. A massive, well-trained draft horse was a rare sight in the forest...*\n\n\"I have no reason to be unsure of my own actions. I shall simply have to show you the same pattern, that you might gain a bit more faith in me. And perhaps with time, heal the rift.\" *There was nothing more to say to Richard before they reached the village, and that admission was his word.* \n\n\"Again, I apologize for involving you in this investigation. I was under the impression that all we were going to do was go our separate ways, perhaps talk of our horses for a few minutes, then find another quail or deer that wasn't being shot simultaneously.\" *He mentioned to Roesia, turning his attention back on her as they made their way along.* \n\n\"I do hope that you're not inconvenienced. I was having a rather good time hunting. Perhaps I will do it again sometime soon, and we will shoot different animals, but happily end up in the same spot once again.\""
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Given that the young ranger was only tagging along to assist, she didn't have too terribly much to offer in conversation. After all, the issue at hand was between vigilante and the prince. Not to mention this was the first interesting thing to happen to her since her encounter with that black wolf shapeshifter so many moons ago. Roesia had a yearning for some form of relationship with another, but not in the way it may sound. Her only friends were Angus and Hera, but even one of them was only around because a familiar is forced to do so. The half-elf wished for friends, best friends, even just a hunting partner. Anything to drag her mind out of the dark place it had been in for so long. Roesia found herself idly stroking Angus's man, her fingers tangled gently in the black strands before he heard Astalios speak directly to her once more. Lifting her head to peer over at him, she smiled.\n\n\"I promise its no trouble.\" A faint chuckle left her lips as he mentioned shooting another animal simultaneously but she shook her head. \"A quail is plenty enough for me, so no worries about that. Though, there's something neither of you two seemed to have thought about; why not get one of the royal mages or what have you to perform a truth spell? There's bound to be some sort of truth spell out there that won't harm anyone involved right?\" Truth be told, Roesia knew very little about magic. She new a handful of spells but they mainly extremely novice enchantment spells, such as gaining the trust of an animal or being able to speak with them. She supposed one day she could hone that skill, but Roesia was more than content with her bow and arrows to live out her life.\n\n\"I've never personally seen or heard of such a thing, but magic as I understand it has unlimited capabilities, right?\"\n\nRoesia peered over to Richard, her question not pointed at him, but more so an attempt to include him in her thoughts of ways they could find out the truth of the situation. Magic was never a one and done, however. Each spell came with a some sort of price, even if that price was exhausting the spell caster. Others came with sacrifices or items needed to even begin t perform the spell. At least this is what Roesia learned as a child in her parents manor back in Hyburn so many years ago."
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"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "*He stopped dead in his tracks as she mentioned a truth spell. No, that would never be safe, never. Not as long as the truth of his heritage would mark him as a target. If the wrong people learned about that... It would be the village all over again. Even the prince himself couldn't protect him against that.*\n\n\"I will never accept a truth spell. I understand the logic behind it, but there are things I know that if they came to light, even the prince here couldn't protect me. If you doubt my word once we reach the village, that is fine. I'll continue on my way. But what you will see there is all the evidence you will need to know, even if the culprit is unknown, that this massacre did occur. *His anger and pain was clear as he spoke. He would continue on his way without a word.*"
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"author": "Prince Astalios",
"message": "\"...I must admit, my own magic is not quite... Useful in that regard. I cannot affect anything other than metal, and even then, it's not as the usual spellcasters do. Something about it... I was born to it, I did not learn it. It moves and changes as I wish it to, and I have very little in the way of actual spells. I can transmute it at certain times, but unless the subject is metal, or he was a bronze sculpture, it is very unlikely I can make subjects do anything at all. Even then, I could not make a statue say truth - it's divination magic, which I cannot perform.\" *He sighed, acknowledging his slip of the mind.* \n\n\"And with his unwillingness to even appear at court, which... Is as of now slowly breaking down...\" *He acknowledged the small concessions that Richard had made.* \"I couldn't get him still long enough for the ritual to be cast anyhow. There is much procedure involved in the court, but something tells me he is not one for the careful rule of law. He distrusts much of it, I suppose.\" \n\n*There was some merit in trying to get this man to concede - if he accepted that the law had brought justice to his parents, then perhaps his outlook on life would start to change. Regardless of who he was, people always appreciated their own vindication in the face of a world that scorned them.*\n\n*Prince Astalios kept riding forward, keeping pace with Roesia. She was a quite interesting woman - someone who knew about the mages of the court, though that was probably something everyone knew. It was a good solution. Perhaps he would use a few truthsayers in his own investigations...*"
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"author": "Damir Walch",
"message": "*Damir was walking through the forest, enjoying the peaceful stroll, in quiet contemplation. Walks like this helped him think, and often lead to unexpected breakthroughs. In addition to the occasional random encounter for better or worse that provided needed relief from his monotonous life.*\n\n*As he walked he took a deep breath, but stopped himself. There was a smell on the wind, not normal. What was it, elf? So someone had wandered in. With a smile, he thought, 'perhaps today won't be mundane as normal.'*"
},
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"author": "Farish",
"message": "*Strolling she smiles having a small bouquet of flowers in her hands, sprinkled with lilies and winter Crocus. Eyes a bright blue standing out against the pale skin and grayish hair, adorned with silver and gold circlet.\n Her steps were light as a feather walking and taking in the beauty of her surroundings, but she did slow a moment while her ears picked up on something moving, possibly a animal or a person.*"
},
{
"author": "Damir Walch",
"message": "*Spotting Farish through the trees, he walked down the path at a normal pace, not looking to alarm her. He raised his hand on greetings, and said,* \"Greetings! What brings you to this stretch of the woods?\"\n\n*He listened intently to her response. While he didn't mind the occasional traveler passing through, he intentionally spread the image of these parts of the woods being haunted specifically to deter travelers. It usually worked, but he had to be sure the deception wasn't failing. Then again, was it truly a deception?*"
},
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"author": "Farish",
"message": "*She jumped at first started, it had been so peaceful she had slipped into her own mind as she walked though she did make note of the earlier sounds. Seeing him she was slightly on guard due to strangers but. She like her mother raised her to, could see good enough to lend a bit of trust* \"Greetings... A nice stroll in the beauty of it all I couldn't say no when I felt the tempature wasn't dreadful\" \n *Her voice was smooth as fine wine and had a soft afternoon of bells it suited her elvish features well.*"
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"author": "Damir Walch",
"message": "*He nodded. So just a stroll? It was possible, but he wasn't 100% sure. He continued to think of the implications. Her voice wasn't one of a commoner, that was for sure, neither was her dress. She had to have been someone of higher birth. Perhaps she had wandered off the main trail. Yeah that's probably it. Even so, if she was interested may as well have a little chat. Learn some news of the outside world.*\n\n\"Well you seem to have wandered off course a bit. We're some ways away from the main trail. Only the occasional woodsman wanders through here and eve that's rather uncommon.\""
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"author": "Farish",
"message": "\"Many don't ever astray to find the beauty of what surrounds us, I prefer to see it while I live the. Regret when in meeting death\" *She smiles a little holding out three lilies out to him as a way to show shes harmless. Only meaning to enjoy the freedoms outside her homes walls, away from all the tasks and gossip that filter through like birds. She left us us was to harm her he has had two openings at least, she decided to accept he may be as harmless to her as a butterfly for now.*"
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"author": "Farish",
"message": "\"...Maybe I'll find out... Im not afraid to run or if needed fight for my life, i don't enjoy fighting though honestly\" *Rather than allow them to accompany her home, she decided to just give him all of the flowers, thinking that if they went with her home, the flowers would find the trash in seconds after she turned her back. And her father would as soon as she walked in would begin nagging her about education and how she should learn and act accordingly, so she had to return to learning behind stuffy walls in her home's library.*"
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"author": "Damir Walch",
"message": "\"Understandable, just be careful out here. There are things out here. Things you would rather not run into.\"\n\n*He had a very confused expression on his face when she gave him the flowers. What she just said was the only thing she had mentioned that made any sort of sense. Either way, she seemed harmless enough, as long as the locals were still scared of these woods. In order to remove any doubt of that, he cast a simple illusion to have nearby leaves rustle, just to add emphasis to the point.*\n\n*That was another thing to consider. It was daylight out, and while it was overcast at the moment, he had to keep an eye out for sunlight. He kept near the shadows, fearing a break in the clouds would spell his end.*"
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"author": "Farish",
"message": "*She shuffles a little, listening to the rustling sound around her, and lets her eyes scan the bushes and trees, letting her arms wrap around herself lightly. Despite being slightly scared of being attacked, she was still curious. Her shuffles led her to move closer to him as if she intended to hide behind him in the event of a need.*\n\"I understand.. As I had said I'm not stupid enough to fight if i can run, I simply like to wonder around in my thoughts. Sometimes i walk into beautiful things. Though I hope I don't walk into death on this day\""
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "It had been a few days since her last visit with Prince Astalios. Being left alone to her thoughts once more, the huntress had allowed her family to invade her mind. It wasn't as if they were never there of course, she thought about her mother and father constantly. She wondered if they were still searching for her, or if they had forgotten about her. Roesia had always hated how much she thought about her noble family. She only wished she herself could forget about *Them*. Each time her mind drew back the memories of home, her heart hurt all the more. Perhaps there was a spell she could find? A witch maybe, that could take away those memories? Trying her best to get lost in her hunt instead, Roesia's familiar, Hera, flew back down from above the trees, landed on the half-elf's shoulder then disappeared with a small bow.\n\n\"Next clearing over.. I don't think a stag that big should be an issue.\" Speaking quietly to herself, Roesia pulled her bow from her back and knocked an arrow, though held it lightly in her hands. Walking through the trees, the half-elf was sure to miss any stray twigs or rocks, so not to scare the large stag she was hunting down. After quite a long trek, she had finally made it to the clearing and looked out into it with a focused gaze. Resting her eyes on the massive stag Hera had helped her locate, Roesia rested on one knee and took a moment to look over the beautiful animal. He was massive, one of the largest stags Roesia had ever seen. Its rack is what truly caught the half-elf's eye, one that would sell for a good amount of gold. The entire animal would sell well, in fact.\n.\n\nAfter marveling at the beast for quite some time, Roesia took aim for the deer's heart. With a gentle exhale, the arrow sailed from her bow and punctured the stag's skin and side. The large beast let out a shriek, before falling over onto the ground, dead in an instant. Standing up and brushing herself off, Roesia made her way over to the animal slowly, if only to ensure it didn't jump up out of nowhere and strike out against her. The closer she came, the quicker she realized it was truly dead. Crouching down beside it, Roesia slowly closed her eyes and placed a hand on the stag's neck, stroking its coarse fur gently. \n\n\"I thank you Geladrial, for this successful day. Thank you.\" Leaning her head down, Roesia pressed her forehead to the stag's cheek, a respectful show the nature that surrounded her."
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"author": "Sevi AElfweard",
"message": "It had been a good couple of months since the Scathis last visited this place. And yet, despite their familiarity with these woods, they rarely, if ever, remember certain locations, except for that old grove they resided in. But they didn't intend on going back for now. They were too preoccupied with... Other things. For the past few days, Sevi had wandered back into Greenheart, hoping that somehow, somewhere- she'd made her return to the grove while Sevi was away looking for her. Despite this lengthy search, they'd still hope to see her again on a semi-daily basis.\n\nWith the sudden, shrill cry of a beast taking its last breath, the Scathis swiftly turned towards the direction of the noise and slinked a bit closer to the source... Laying their eyes upon the elf crouched down next to their fruitful hunt, Sevi nearly mistook the feminine figure as someone else, but only for a moment- no leaf-hair. No features that were distinctly Dryad. Definitely not her.\n\nThough the being had no pupils, the fluctuating and squinting of their eyes gave off a hint of what the Scathis was feeling. Was the beast they were sitting beside dead or not? They'd heard the scream. Yet, Sevi could not discern if it was that elf or the stag that produced it. They didn't know the elf had slain it, either. They couldn't even tell that it was dead to begin with.\n\nShe was likely unaware of Sevi's presence, though- with the void-black being starting to shuffle their way up a tree, they might be. Intentionally avoiding social interaction with that thing, they assessed the area from a good couple of feet off the ground, as if they were seeking out other possible sources of that shrill scream. Was it a bird, perhaps? They knew some made quite the horrific squawking noises."
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "As she gave her thanks to Geladrial, Roesia stood and looked over the beast. With a determined look on her face, Roesia looked out to the treeline before bringing her gloved hand to her mouth. Whistling rather loudly, the half-elf called for her horse Angus. It wouldn't take him long to get there, but for now she could marvel at her kill and gauge just how much he might sell for. There was part of her that wanted to keep it, perhaps make some delicious venison stew. Another part wished to save the rack and show Prince Astalios, see what he thought of her skills as a huntress. Smiling to herself at the thought, the sound of some rustling around her caused the half-elf to tense a bit. It wasn't Angus, for he had a long run before he'd arrive to his rider. Could it be a predator perhaps? Drawn to the sound of a prey animal taking its last breath?\n\nWith a free hand, Roesia clutched the purple gem around her neck, and as she did so a iridescent purple hawk appeared on her shoulder. The half-elf's eyes soon began to glow the same exact purple, as she now shared vision with the familiar sat upon her arm. Gesturing her arm in a swift upward motion, Hera took to the sky with a loud shriek, leaving Roesia on the ground with the stag lying next to her. Having quite literally a bird's eye view of the surrounding area allowed Roesia to spot prey and predator alike, but it was a faint pure black- *Something*, that caught Roesia's eye.\n.\n\nFrowning a bit to herself, the huntress racked her brain for what it could possibly be. A big cat maybe? There weren't many purely black creatures that roamed Greenheart, as it was simply too difficult to hunt or hide amongst so much green. Soon, the half-elf's eyes returned to their normal colors; one a sky blue and the other grey and dull, for she was blind in her right eye. Turning to see where the figure she had spotted through Hera was, Roesia nocked another arrow into her bowstring, as she had to remain cautious with potential threats about. She knew it was in a tree, which ruled out wolves. It *Could* Be a black bear, as they weren't very confrontational. Perhaps it saw the stag as well, but seeing a rival predator, that predator being Roesia, made it flee?\n\nNearing the tree, Hera soon returned and disappeared once again, the necklace around Roesia dulling once more. The closer the half-elf came, the more unsure she was about her assumption of a black bear, as dark horns soon came into the ranger's view. Widening her eyes, Roesia took aim but didn't fully pull back, as the creature was still unknown to her. Not knowing if the black figure was sentient or not, Roesia used what little enchantment she knew to allow herself to speak with animals. \"Who goes there? I do not mean you harm, but if you wish to harm me I will return said hostility.\""
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Listening intently to the prince's proposal, Roesia raised her eyebrow slightly. She herself believed that hunting should be done a bit more practically, through a bow and arrow typically. It was a strange concept, but she supposed as long as he hit his mark and the beast didn't suffer, what did it matter? Nodding her head slowly, the moment Astalios ended his explanation she gave a slight shrug. Her voice still low and quiet, Roesia responded. \"I'd rather you not practice battle tactics on elk, but if you can apply what you know to hunting who am I to say no?\" Turning her attention back to the elk, Roesia watched them for a few moments longer. Luckily the bull seemed to be quite a few meters away from the rest of the herd, as well as that many meters closer to Astalios and Roesia. He was moving, though only to graze in different spots every once in while.\n\nOn occasion, the bull would lift his head to get a good listen and smell of his surroundings, but would always ultimately dip his head back down into the grass below to feed. Turning her gaze back to Astalios, Roesia offered a slight grin. \"He's all yours, how you go about doing so is entirely up to you. If you can, aim for its heart. That will be the quickest and least painful spot to hit.\" Moving back behind Astalios just a bit, Roesia instead wished to watch how the prince would go about taking down such a massive beast. If he wished to take her bow, she'd gladly offer it to him if he wanted to use that instead of his metal magic. Roesia would not, however, leave him in the dark, and would offer advice should he take up the challenge to take down the elk himself.\n\n_ _\nInforming him of where the heart was and where best to aim, Roesia stood close behind the prince as they remained crouch down within the treeline. Timidly she pointed across his shoulder so his sight would be true, but made sure not to make Astalios feel as though she were invading his space. \"Some hunters use a quick sound to gain the attention of beasts so they raise their head. If you do such a thing, you have to be quick with your following shot or else it might run before you get the chance.\""
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"author": "Astalios, Iron Prince",
"message": "*He considered it for a moment, eyes flicking down to the steel dart in front of him with a sense of longing for what could have been, but he quelled the urge to simply shoot as hard as possible and instead set his jaw in determination. This would be fair as he could make it, and the steel soon melted into a mercury coil once again, the plates reforming into light half plate armor, a spike, and his dagger once again as they fit themselves around his body.*\n\n\"I think... I should probably reserve the battlefield tactics for the battlefield. I apologize for my lapse in judgement, Miss Vuldrey.\" *He murmured to her, refocusing on the task at hand. He was no great archer or renowned marksman, but he **Had** Been practicing in the castle yard, partly to take his mind off the stresses of court life, partly not to look like a fool while he was out with her again, and partly to find another outlet for his various compulsions. As she shuffled behind him, he did in fact ask for her bow instead, and as he held the wood in his hands and drew back the bowstring, he held the feathered fletching to his cheek.\n\nHer finger guided his sight to the target. The tips on finding the elk heart were appreciated but ultimately redundant, as he had discussed with her shortly beforehand where the hearts of most four legged herbivores happened to be... And elk were no different. He elected not to make a noise. It was better to make sure that he could simply aim and fire as he pleased.\n\nHe exhaled, held for three heartbeats.\n\nAnd released, the arrow flying towards its target. He hoped his aim was decent enough - he had seen many arrows fired, but shooting from this range accurately on his own was a new feat for him. He could not pretend to have done it many times before, but hopefully target practice might have compensated where his lack of experience in hunting hurt him...\n\nCome on, hit the heart...*"
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"author": "The Tale Weaver",
"message": "As Astalios pulled back the string on the bow, the elk slowly lifted its head. Staring out curiously at its surroundings, it still didn't seem startled. Just peaceful. Taking his aim then releasing the arrow, Astalios would watch as it sailed through the air as silent as a whisper. With a loud shriek, the arrow struck the elk straight into its flank. After only a mere second, it fell silent once more, save for the pounding of the elk cows and calves retreating into the tree line away from the hunting duo. With the elk on the ground they were unable to see it anymore due to the height of the grass in the meadow, but the lack of sound and movement made it obvious the beast was down for good."
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Moving back slightly to give Astalios room, Roesia happily handed over her bow and waited in anticipation. It seemed as though time slowed ever so slightly in those moments. Roesia found herself watching the prince rather than the elk, simply admiring the way he carefully held the bow and pulled back the arrow. As the arrow flew from her bow toward the elk, Roesia darted her eyes to follow it and watched with wide eyes until it struck the elk right on the mark. A bright smile covered the elf's face before she clasped a hand on the prince's shoulder. \"Well done! Couldn't have done it better myself.\"\n\nForgetting herself, Roesia sheepishly removed her hand from Astalios and stood up with a sigh. \"The rack of his will make a fine trophy, I'd think. If you've never had elk before, you'll have to allow me to treat you to my 'not-so-world-famous elk stew'.\" With a laugh, the huntress offered her hand to take her bow back from the prince before gesturing toward where the elk had fallen. In the far distance, Roesia could hear with her keen senses the rest of the herd still fleeing as far away as they possible could. Each hunt, there was always a slight pain in Roesia's heart for taking a life, but this was how she herself continued her own. Slowly stepping out from the tree line, Roesia looked back toward Astalios, her eyes almost asking him to come along with her."
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"author": "Astalios, Iron Prince",
"message": "*A sigh of relief left him like the wind from a sail as his arm relaxed, and he witnessed the arrow fly straight and true. The bow had done its job well, and her compliments were certainly appreciated, but he doubted that she could not have done better. She was a professional, he supposed, and had much more practice at the exercise than he did. Still, then, if she thought his shot was decent, perhaps it was.\n\nHe handed the bow back to her soundlessly as his eyes remained fixed on the fallen elk in the clearing.* \"I... Thank you for your kind words, Miss Vuldrey, but I believe that considering our respective amounts of practice in this matter, I must conclude that you could very much do it better yourself. I am somewhat amazed that the arrow hit its mark well enough to kill the elk with one attempt.\" \n\n*He made no amount of fuss about her hand on his shoulder, as he had barely noticed the impropriety. They were friends on a hunting trip, he supposed, and it was nothing too scandalous if she touched his shoulder once. The rest of the herd was gone. It was a shame, but now came a good amount of cooking and a decent amount of food for him, which he was quite looking forward to.*\n\n\"By all means, Miss Vuldrey.\" *He nodded, stepping forwards with her towards the downed animal, ready to begin preparing it for the cooking process as he took his dagger from his belt. This part of the hunt he had no qualms with or lack of knowledge about.*"
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Honing in her hearing, Roesia listened as intently as she possible could. \"There.\" She spoke plainly, and pointed with a tilt from her head. Where she was gesturing to was the south western portion of the clearing, where a wall of trees stood like every other side. \"That's where I hear it from.\" And so, the ranger waited as patient as she could. The closer the sound came, the more tense Roesia's arms became. Looking over to Astalios only for a moment, she watched as the spike dove into his armor and caused more armor to wash over his body like water. If she had more time, she'd ask him about just how amazing his powers were, but it seemed there was no more.\n\nNow, the sound was clear. It *Was* Paws slamming into the dirt, alongside hoofbeats. Perhaps it was a pack of wolves hunting deer or elk just as they had? What a coincidence that would be. Pulling back her arrow just a hair more, the creatures in full sprint would burst from the treeline at any moment. A long pause of nothing but the light breeze and birds chirping from the trees filled the air, before suddenly the sound turned into shapes. Bursting from the trees were what looked to be a singular wolf, though it was significantly larger than your average wolf; a dire. On its back was a green skinned humanoid, one Astalios would easily recognize right away, an *Orc*. Not long after the orc mounted on a dire wolf fled from the trees, one, two then three wood elves on horseback came out and were close behind.\n\n_ _\nRoesia immediately recognized the wood elf's colors and banner, which was adorned across their light armor and clothing. It was the House of Elk, the wood elves of Alynthi. Without much thought, Roesia immediately took aim for the orc and fired an arrow, knowing that any threat to the House of Elk was a threat to the Greenheart Woods. They weren't known to attack unprovoked, so it was obvious this orc was some sort of invader or criminal. Her first arrow missed, so she nocked another one, but it was likely Astalios would hit it with his metal long before she'd get a chance. Instead of aiming for the orc, she instead targeted its mount. Perhaps the wood elves or even Astalios would want to question the orc.\n\n*After all, Roesia knew Astalios to be an investigative man.*"
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"author": "The Tale Weaver",
"message": "The wood elves were hot on the orc's trail. One of the three were armed with a bow and arrow, and was taking shot after shot at the orc and its dire wolf. Not a single of the three elves or the orc seemed to notice Astalios or Roesia, at least initially. Turning back toward his pursuers, the orc seemed to conjure a magical ball of blue flame before chucking it back. The explosion caused one of the three riders to halt in their tracks, their horse rearing in fear as the explosion just barely missed them. While the rider was not knocked from his horse, he was now much farther behind than his fellow wood elves. Conjuring another fire ball, the orc looked forward and finally noticed the prince and huntress.\n\nRoaring in anger, the orc instead flung his second fireball their way. Luckily, Roesia's arrow did strike the mount, but the dire wolf only seemed to flinch as it slammed into its shoulder. Bone likely stopped the arrow from going any deeper or hitting anything vital, allowing the wolf to continue pushing and running as hard as it could. Nevertheless, a blue ball of fire was hurdling its way toward Astalios and Roesia."
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"author": "Astalios, Iron Prince",
"message": "*His eyes followed hers, marking the details as she perceived them - the banner of the House of Elk stood out to his eyes clearly, and the sight of a dire wolf was an unusual one, but ultimately recognized in a moment. And the silhouette of an orc was all too familiar. \n\nWithin the space of a moment, his actions were determined. Objective one - Protect the allies. Objective two - apprehend the orc immediately. Objective three - kill the dire wolf. Roesia's arrows fired, one after the other - and the wolf kept charging towards them. Then the roar, and the ball of blue fire, illuminating the trees, the glint of the steel armor reflecting black the light of the magic. His blood ran so cold that it burned at the sight of the projectile racing towards them. \n\nThis orc dared?\n\nHe dared to enter the Greenheart itself, run from his men, shoot fire at both him and the elves that followed him? How dare he? His face contorted into a snarl the likes of which he had not felt in quite some time - and the fire within suddenly roared, finally being allowed to touch the fuel it had been starved of for so long. It flared high, swiftly filling his being with the fury that he fully intended to exact upon this orc.\n\nNow, for the execution. \n\nHis hand came forward, as if he was throwing a javelin, and in a fluid motion, he swiped at the air. The arrowhead that had gone flying past the dire wolf and the one stuck in its shoulder bent to his command, and suddenly jerked off their courses, leaving the splintered wood of their arrow shafts behind as the metal was pulled by the unseen force of the Iron Prince's magic, drawn towards the head of the direwolf like bolts from a crossbow each. They embedded themselves in the sides of the wolf's neck - and promptly shattered inwards like glass in a spray of metal fragments, shredding through the neck of the animal in a vicious swath of steel splinters that tore its head from its shoulders.*\n\n_ _\n*As he followed through on the motion, the armor that had previously washed over his body like water to solidify as a protective layer of plating once more liquefied and shot off of his body to form a large plane of iron in front of him, the swipe of his arm bringing the metal plate through the fireball and directing it upwards like a rock in a stream, blocking the roiling orb of fire from reaching either of them as it flowed around the barrier. This was not to go unpunished, he thought to himself. This orc would know the pain of his mistake by his hand - a future which was exceedingly imminent as he melted the steel once again into quicksilver, twin silver spikes forming once again as he readied for a follow-up on the downed orc.\n\nThrough it all, his pulse seemed to have risen, the beating of his heart echoing through his chest. He felt alive, invincible, irresistible. This orc was in the wrong place, sure - but perhaps deep in his heart, he had longed for the thrill of the kill, and as the blood and viscera sprayed from the shredded neck of the direwolf, Astalios marveled at the rush that he felt observing the mismatched shower of red and silver as he collected the shrapnel pieces of the arrowheads, readying them too into a smaller third spike to attack the orc with, should he continue.*\n\n***\"SURRENDER NOW.\"*** *His voice thundered out like a great war-drum, eyes alive with the rage of a man whose kingdom had been threatened. Whose home was in danger.* ***\"DO NOT DARE TO CAST ANOTHER SPELL.\"***"
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Nocking her third arrow, the huntress hesitated to fire when she saw Astalios move his hand forward. She never loosened the pull on her string, but couldn't help but watch the prince do what he did best; something she'd never truly witnessed in such a way before. Sure, the wolves from before were one thing, but they were almost a tag team at this point. She shot the steel he used to practically decapitate the orc's mount, the dire wolf standing no chance at surviving such a blow. By now, Roesia was simply watching in complete awe of Astalios' power. Just how strong was he?\n\nThe orc remained however, which meant Roesia had to remain on her toes. Tightening the grip on her bow string, Roesia aimed for the orc's shoulder instead of anywhere vital, as it was obvious Astalios wished to interrogate him. It was only when the fireball came hurdling towards the two of them did Roesia flinch, but only for a mere second as Astalios dispersed it with a metal plate. Roesia's eyes widened in disbelief. Never had she seen someone have such a deep and total control of magic, let alone specifically types of metals. Roesia looked past the orc for a moment to the wood elves, who were now practically on top of the man now that his mount came skidding to a halt. Keeping her aim true on the orc, Roesia called out to the wood elves, hoping they'd understand that she and Astalios were not threat, though the closer they got the more likely it'd be that they'd recognize the prince of Alynthi.\n\n_ _\n\"Do not harm him! His royal highness Prince Astalios Dilitrios wishes to apprehend him!\" Roesia had not only heard stories of the wood elves in each major forest, she had *Witnessed* The House of Elk specifically. They were brutal to intruders, and if neither the prince or Roesia spoke up to stop them, the orc would be dead in seconds. Not once did the huntress take aim for the wood elves, for they were allies both in this situation and outside of it. By their blessing, she was allowed to live within these woods. Roesia would be damned to make enemies of them. Only flickering her eyes over to Astalios, it was clear the upcoming diplomacy wasn't something Roesia was exactly thrilled about. The House of Elk were extremely protective over the Greenheart.\n\n*Even when the royalty that laid claim over it was involved.*"
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"author": "The Tale Weaver",
"message": "As the steel from Roesia's arrow was used even more against the dire wolf, the orc began to conjure another blue fireball, only to be thrown forward abruptly as his mount's neck was shredded to pieces. The poor beast's head barely clung on by bone and muscles, and skidded to a halt in the dirt and grass as blood pooled and sprayed from its body. The wood elves slowed their pace ever so slighty, the third finally catching up and taking aim at the green humanoid before the prince's voice alongside Roesia's caused all three to halt. Now that they were in clearer view, Astalios and Roesia could see clearly it was a woman and two men, the woman holding the bow and an arrow aimed at the orc's head. The two male riders were armed with delicately crafted swords, which were both held poised and ready to strike. Roesia's warning meant very little to them, but the orc seemed to stop running when he realized there was nowhere left to go.\n\nOne of the two male wood elves rode forward, holding out his sword to the orc's head as it stood completely still, hands in full view of each elf present. It was obvious he had surrendered for now, but now Prince Astalios would have a different battle to deal with. The second male wood elf, a much older man rode past the orc and approached the prince and Roesia. A heavy look of irritation and confusion rest on his face, though he nodded in respect of the prince regardless. *\"Hael (greetings), your highness.\"* The older wood elf spoke, before turning to look back at the orc. *\"We tracked a band of these intruders from the west; Dasvaz. They're a long way from home it seems. We've dealt with the rest, but this one tried to flee.\"* Barely able to finish speaking, the younger male wood elf spat toward the orc, though his eyes were on the prince.\n\n_ _\n*\"Katte heet thu ulf'heiden creasa. Het es orde.(We have this under control. He is ours.)\"* The younger wood elf angrily spoke. The female chose to remain quiet, but her eyes seemed to be glued to Roesia, as her bow remained tight in her hands aimed toward the orc. It was obvious even the though the fighting was over, tensions were still high between the individuals gathered in the clearing. The orc remained silent for the time being, but then began to laugh with a wheeze as a light trickle of blood dripped down his face from his forehead, likely from the tumble after being thrown from his mount. *\"Zidgar obod tung nash ru khobdud. (Filthy elves, kill me and be done with it.)\"*"
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"author": "Astalios, Iron Prince",
"message": "*The sense of satisfaction that came over him as he witnessed the orc fall was sick, he knew, and it should not have felt so much pleasure at the prospect of killing as he did when the wolf's head was detached from the prospect of living. But as the head rolled, and the orc was apprehended, he walked forward calmly, a respectful nod returned to the older elf who had given him the proper respect. \n\nThe orc, perhaps, knew who he was, and Astalios wondered if he might be able to use his position to leverage a little scare out of him. He stood by, and waited silently for the elves to take their positions as his eyes scrounged the area for Roesia. As he found her beside him, he gave her a nod in respect as well.*\n\n\"I owe you two arrows.\" *He spoke in Elvish, the flowing tone of the language playing over his tongue like a warm breeze through the trees. His accent seemed closest to that of a high elf, but there were different elements mixed in as he continued, and a distinctive wood elf color to a few of the words. His eyes returned to the House of Elk.*\n\n\"You are correct. This is your forest.\" *He spoke solidly, abruptly for an elf, but with a commanding tone that carried through the air like the ringing of a great bell as the language they shared rolled from his mouth.* \"Your right is to deal with him. As it is mine to command you to do so. Ask him why he came, from where he came, and when he came. Then dispose of him.\"\n\n*Each of these factors would play key parts in identifying the threat to Alynthi's stability - and that stability was not a state that Astalios was willing to throw into jeopardy. His response to the House of Elk meant that they would still follow through with their duty, but carry out his commands as they did so - entrusting them with another task instead of taking away their ability to perform what they had been assigned. However, perhaps they already knew the source of the orc menace, and could offer some guidance on the matter.*\n\n_ _\n*Ultimately, he could brook no challenges, either - and as he scanned the House of Elk with his gaze, it met the eyes of the younger elf, fixing him with a stare that conveyed the weight of his word as he spoke them. That snarl may have faded as the orc was captured, but the emotion that had driven it, and the uncoiling of the beast of anger within his heart, was still very much ongoing.\n\nThe three spikes began to coalesce once more into two solid masses - first the spikes liquefied once more into mercury, then flowed together into a ball of fluid that splashed itself over Astalios's body and wrapped him in silver gossamer, the strands rearranging themselves into the form of the same armor, the golden circlet upon his head, the dagger at his waist, and two arrowheads that circled above his palm, floating back over to Roesia as he made sure they matched the rest in her quiver.\n\nThey had to admit, he thought to himself, that they did or didn't speak orcish. If they questioned him without the help of Astalios, they were capable elves, and he would not interrupt But should they lie to him, he would know.*"
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Roesia dipped her head respectfully to the wood elves, and quickly lowered her bow into a more idle position in her hands. Hearing Astalios speak elven her way, Roesia turned her gaze to him instead and simply offered a nod. This entire conversation had little to do with a huntress such as herself. While she wasn't close to the wood elves of the Greenheart, they knew of her presence and vice versa. She hunted to survive, something they themselves partook in. Never did she hunt for sport, and today was proof of that. Watching curiously as Astalios pulled the metal from the dire wolf back to himself. It was quite the sight to behold, watching him morph metal like it were water. Holding out her hands for the arrowheads, Roesia calmly held them before putting them into one of the many pouches on her sides. Wood would be a lot easier to carve for the arrows than finding more metal for the heads. The huntress definitely appreciated Astalios' attention to her arrows after he had used them through magic.\n\nWhile Roesia spoke no orc, her elvish was fluid. The words that poured from the orcs mouth were entirely foreign to her. The way the man spat towards Astalios caused Roesia to tense, but not enough to raise her bow his way. They were just words, nothing more. So long as the orc remained with his hands where all could see, Roesia would keep her bow down and allow the House of Elk to handle the intruder. She did however move a bit closer to Astalios' side, only to speak quietly back to him. \"Is he from Dasvaz...?\" Roesia was more than aware of the small war between Alynthi and Dasvaz, and tensions were still high. An orc being *This* Far from its own nation however was strange indeed. She remained slightly behind the prince however, as she didn't want anyone to think she was on an equal level as a royal such as Astalios. She was nothing more than a simple hunter."
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"author": "The Tale Weaver",
"message": "\"You do not command me.\" The young wood elf spat at the prince, but the elder raised his hand calmly. Looking back down to Astalios from his white steed, the older wood elf bowed his head in apologies. *\"Aedragh (apologies), your highness. My son still needs to learn when his tongue is to be held, or let loose.\"* The father looked back to his son with a fiery look in his eyes, causing the young man to glare back, but ultimately he remained silent afterwards. Before Astalios could answer Roesia's question, the elder nodded. *\"Indeed. His markings match a well known tribe from Dasvaz. We caught them on the outskirts of the Greenheart to the west, though they had no slaves or stolen goods with them. Likely scouts.\"* Turning back to the female wood elf, the elder gestured toward the orc. *\"Bind him.\"* Without hesitation, the female dismounted from her brown and black steed and jumped tot he ground, before locking the orc's hands with a peculiar type of band that seemed to glow yellow.\n\n*\"I am sure you recognize those bands, your highness. His magic will no longer be a problem for anyone.\"* Pushing the orc forward with her boot, the wood elf forced the green man to his knees before the prince. The orc growled angrily before looking up to the prince, his words obviously falling on deaf ears before. It seemed none of the wood elves spoke orcish, but it was obvious the orc recognized the prince. *\"The Iron Stag-\"* The orc started, a vicious smile on his face, *\"-you are a long way from your castle, pretty boy. I don't intend on telling you anything, so kill me and be done with it, ob-hakhtil hagshad (bastard half-breed).\"*\n\n_ _\nAs the orc finished speaking it spat at the prince's feet, but a feeling would begin to swell in Astalios' chest. A feeling he'd be more than familiar with. It was fiery and hot, like the flames of a forge. It beckoned the prince to raise his steel to the orc man, a faint voice in the back of his head commanding him to do the very same. ***\"Kill him.\"*** It spoke plainly, the voice one likely would recognize. *Anthron.*"
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"author": "Astalios, Iron Prince",
"message": "*The words and actions of Roesia were subtle and well-suited to the situation, very much non-intrusive, and precluded any entanglement in the politics at play. He spoke back to her in the same way he might talk to an advisor, in quick words that got the point across quickly. What needed attention now was the balance of power between the House of Elk and him - and the severity of the orc threat.*\n\n\"I believe so. The markings on his face indicate he is from a tribe that we have encountered before on the border.\" *It was a simple thing to relay the information.* \"Which is concerning, given that this means they have traveled the length of the country. They were caught on the west of the Greenheart. If they were scouts, then perhaps there are more of them hiding.\"\n\n*As the younger elf spoke, Astalios spared him nothing more than a passing glance, then focused his attention on the father, whose authority was clear. There was no point in speaking to those who made inflammatory statements for their prides. Perhaps he might have been a good soldier, and dutiful, but he forgot his place, and when his father reminded him of that particular issue, he was satisfied to see the order of things fall into place. The apology came.*\n\n\"You fulfill your duty with pride and dedication.\" *The elven words were directed at the father, but perhaps could inform the son as well - he knew just how the indignation of being robbed of a target felt.* \"And you are wise to recognize the *Full extent* Of that duty, sir.\" *Fealty, he knew, was sworn ultimately to the Dilitirios family, and to Alynthi. Though a lord might rule their lands, and take good care of them, the king's authority was above them all, and the duty he had alluded to included their allegiance to him and to his family. It was good that the young one was learning, and the older was teaching this most important of lessons.\n\nNow, he had to navigate the proper respect towards them while still asserting that authority.*\n\n_ _\n\n\"Well done.\" *He nodded his head once more in respect to the father and the elven woman that had bound the orc in front of them. As his vitriol came streaming towards the prince, he observed the situation unfolding - the orc, disrespectful, the father, guarded and calm, the son, eager to finish his duty, and the daughter, quietly doing her job.\n\nAnd then the sensation of old hit him - the voice spoke in his mind as the spittle of the orc landed between his feet, a deep anger that was augmented by that serpent that inhabited his mind, the hidden ambush of Anthron, speaking in the voice that called to his heart, bypassed his mind.\n\nKill him.\n\nHis arm reacted almost before it was too late, a monstrous, shattering amalgamation of metal sliding towards his gauntlet to form a glowing hot razor-pointed claw that came up towards the orc's neck, like the sharp implements of a rabid animal that rippled in anger, the deep red glow of the iron radiating heat as he went. This insult? It was insufferable! It was... NO!\n\nThe knifelike claws suddenly stopped before they could impale the orc's head, then heat washing over the orc like a wave from the ocean. In that moment, the mask of civility and the regimented discipline he hoped to keep in place, had failed him. And he had nearly cost them a diplomatic incident. He forced the metal to retract along his arm, reforming itself into the gauntlet he had been wearing beforehand. Cooled back to a normal temperature.*\n\n\"My apologies to you, sir.\" *He spoke to the older elf in a respectful tone through the gritted teeth of a man attempting to wrest back control of himself.* \"It is your duty to dispose of him, and I would have betrayed myself and you. Please continue.\"\n\n*It was a near thing, he thought to himself as he forced that white-hot snarling core of light back into the dark corners of his heart. It would not be allowed to happen again, for the sake of the kingdom. He had to be better.*"
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"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "While Astalios' actions did not scare her, they did come as a surprise. Perhaps the only way to get information out of an enemy was to come mere centimeters from threatening their life. Flickering her eyes to the prince as he looked back at her, Roesia could only nod in return. This entire interaction was entirely out of her depth. Astalios would notice the definite tense look in her eyes Roesia's eyes however. When the prince turned back to the orc, all the huntress could do was watch with a stiff look on her face. Part of Roesia wished to simply disengage from the entire situation, but she not only didn't wish to leave Astalios alone, the elf also didn't want to seem scared or unsure. No, Roesia would stand her ground and be at Astalios' side. How would it make him look at her if she left now?\n\nIt did surprise Roesia that Astalios spoke some orcish, though the more she thought about it the more it made sense. Nothing Astalios said then on Roesia understood, the orc language completely new to her. This was the first time she had ever actually heard orcish be spoken, making it rather interesting to watch. When the prince drew closer to the orc however, Roesia's arm tensed once more as she raised her bow just a few inches. Shackled or not, Roesia would *Not* Allow the orc to make a single move towards the prince."
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"author": "The Tale Weaver",
"message": "The elder wood elf nodded respectfully as the prince suggested speaking with the orc, his eyes sliding back over to his children to ensure there were no outbursts or protests. His son did seem like he was about to open his mouth, but the glare from his father quickly shut down any words that may have fallen from his lips. The orc on the other hand sneered at the prince, obviously not understanding his elvish words. The moment Astalios leaned down toward the orc, the man almost looked as though he were going to spit straight into the prince's face until Astalios spoke his language. An obvious look of surprise covered his face, but it quickly turned grim as the prince continued.\n\nAfter a long silent look once the prince had finished speaking, the orc gave a slight look of defeat, hatred in his eyes all the while. *\"The Skybreakers of Ezocar.\"* Was all the orc said. His expression then shifted to one of disgrace, but it would have been worse to be paraded in front of his tribe. He was a warrior, and deserved a warrior's death, whether the prince believed in such a thing or not. *\"Now give me death, half-breed.\"* The orc snarled, opening his razor sharp jaws to clam down inches away from Astalios' face. The female wood elf quickly pulled the orc back by his braid, her eyes filled with disgust. Looking toward the prince, she pulled a knife from her side and placed it at the orc's throat. It was obvious her look was one of asking for permission to finally put an end to the orc man. *\"Your highness?\"* She spoke sharply."
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"author": "Astalios, Iron Prince",
"message": "**\"So be it.\"** *He stood abruptly from his kneel, standing by firmly as he looked to the daughter, the female elf that held the knife to his throat. A sharp nod was all that he gave her before turning to her father, the grim set to his jaw and the sheen in his eye telling signs that he meant business. There was nothing more to say to the orc whose life was about to end. The Skybreakers of Ezocar were a famous tribe, and he had clashed with them numerous times, one of the most vicious and persevering types of raiders that dared to try and cross the border. \n\nThe fact that they were so far into the country was concerning, and he intended to have a few surveyors, at least, sweep the country from the sky, using familiars or griffins or whatever other mobile mounts were available. A large force was not able to be hidden even in deep forest - the House of Elk would find them in the greenheart, and the flatter lands of his more western territories were not conducive to hiding armies.*\n\n*\"Honored friends, I thank you for your service in this matter.\" He coolly stated in Elvish once more to the father. \"You have done your duty well. I ask that you continue to fulfill it in the future, and alert me to any presence of orcish warriors immediately if any step foot in the Greenheart. The Skybreakers of Ezocar are the tribe we are looking for, and while we may sweep the country from east to west in order to find an army, it is my distinct feeling that they would not dare to send a real force to Alynthi, lest they incur a punitive campaign. Infiltrators and raiding bands, however, can be far more dangerous if they are allowed to escape. Prevent sabotage at all costs. I know that I may count on your friendship in times of need.\"\n\nIt was a grave danger to let them spy defenses and weak points, let them position themselves for ambushes, or generally become saboteurs. What happened to a peasant if an orc with an axe ambushed their caravan? Death and a lack of food.*\n\n_ _\n*He nodded respectfully to the elves, and turned on his heel to continue with the elk as if their business was concluded, his attention now fully on Roesia, eyes on the elk and the hunting, returning to the status quo forcibly, squirreling away that impulse, as if it had never existed in the first place. Military operations were grave matters indeed, however, and they plagued his mind. Every moment he spent here was a waste of time, every second better spent sending a message to his officers to begin combing the land for orc warbands, to search every town and village by air, and to report back...*\n\n\"I am sorry, Miss Vuldrey, that my time with you is always short.\" *He stated tersely, rolling his neck with a sigh.* \"But I am afraid I must leave you with the elk here. I need to ride back to the capital immediately. Time is wasting, and I would hate for lives to be wasted along with it. It is always a pleasure, and your presence and discretion is appreciated. Perhaps someday we will have an uninterrupted hunt.\" \n\n*He began to hover a few inches off the ground, feet lifting as he propelled himself upwards by the armor, fixing her with an apologetic grimace.*\n\n\"Sadly, today is not that day.\" *In the next moment, he was accelerating through the sky, heading upwards as he tugged on Tempest's reins from afar, guiding the horse to return to the castle as he made his way there with increased speed.\n\nThere was work to be done.*"
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"author": "The Tale Weaver",
"message": "With nothing more than a simple nod, the daughter looked to her father for confirmation. As he nodded back, the young elven woman quickly slid her dagger across the orc's neck. Before his throat was slit, the orc cried out with anger and hatred, his common sounding broken but understandable. ***\"THE HERALD CANNOT BE STOPPED!\"*** Right as he ended his proclamation, his throat was cut open. Blood sprayed outward, barely missing the prince as it covered each grass blade before them with red liquid. The elder grimaced, but turned to pay attention to the prince has Astalios spoke to him. With a deep dip of his head, the wood elf held a hand to his chest. *\"You have our blades and bows, your highness. Protection of the Greenheart forest has been and will always be our duty. You have my word as well as my House's blades and bows.\"* With nothing more to say, the father and his children returned to the treeline before disappearing within it."
},
{
"author": "Roesia Vuldratrada",
"message": "Roesia's eyes widened as the wood elf pushed her blade to the orc's neck. While she understood none of the conversation, it was obvious whatever the orc had said irritated the wood elf that held him from behind, at least from Roesia's perspective. Watching with curiosity as the prince stood and backed away from the orc, the huntress believed Astalios might be letting the orc go. *Oh how wrong the poor woman was.* As the orc shouted out to the heaven's, Roesia flinched and widened her eyes even more when the wood elf slit her throat. Had Astalios ordered his death? He was an invader true but...\n\nRoesia turned her gaze toward the House of Elk elder and Astalios as they exchanged a few words. It was obvious the prince's demeanor had completely changed, a new objective had entered his mind. The more the entire interaction went on the more anxious Roesia became. In fact, she hadn't even realized she still had an arrow drawn and nocked into her bowstring. Removing it and placing the arrow back into the quiver on her back, Roesia soon did the same with the bow itself. Sucking in a deep breath and exhaling, Roesia flicked her eyes to the prince when he turned her way. The gaze he'd witness looking back at him would be one of both slight shock but understanding. For a moment, Roesia couldn't speak, but suddenly she stuttered.\n\n_ _\n\"Ye- yes, your highness. I understand. I will- I will handle the elk, do not worry.\" Nodding her head, Roesia couldn't help but look past the prince for a few fleeting seconds to the orc's body, who now lay in the grass as blood continued to pool from his throat. All it did was bring back memories of that terrible day- the day she murdered someone for the first and last time in her life. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Roesia offered a faint smile. \"You do not need to apologize. Thank you for coming anyways, your highness.\" Dipping her head respectfully, Roesia watched as the prince flew off. As he disappeared into the clouds, the elven woman returned her gaze to the orc.\n\nNow that Astalios was well away from Roesia, she lurched over holding herself as her breakfast came up from her bowels. Shaking, the huntress coughed as she turned away from the orc. It wasn't the death that had shaken her, but the sight of blood spewing from the orc. Those memories were long buried, and now she knew the nightmares she had tried so hard to rid herself would return to stay for only the gods knew how long. Trembling as she wiped her mouth, Roesia collected herself after a few moments. Returning to the elk Astalios had taken down, Roesia whistled for Angus before beginning the process of skinning the beast.\n\n*Today had not went as she had planned at all.*"
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{
"author": "Odilia Abney",
"message": "She had been gone for days, perhaps even weeks at that point. Her home was nothing more than a mere nightmare; the kingdom she had grown to prosper in disliked her for one simple cause. So what if she couldn't transform into great animals or beasts? Odilia found charm in herself for the little things. She grew to appreciate how she couldn't wield any magic, she claimed it to be unique. The woman just only wished that others felt the same...\n\nWith a gentle huff, the white haired lady sat perched upon the side of the river, her rear placed ontop of the grassy ground. Exotic plants and wildlife sung around her and she adored the view. The setting sun allowed arrangements of orange and red hues to be cast upon the soft features of her face as she quietly hummed to herself. Secluded and peaceful moments such as these were few and far between, so Odilia sought to make the most of it. A soft smile tugged upon the corners of her plump lips as she reached up, tucking a strand of silver behind her ear.\n\n\"I wonder what Mom is doing right now...\""
},
{
"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "*A slow, rhythmic melody echoed down the riverbank. The tune, played on a fiddle, was a local folk song named \"The Ashen Tree.\" Not far ahead on the trail sat the musician, a young man dressed in a green cloak and hood. He sat on a felled tree log buy the river, playing his mournful tune. He wasn't paying much attention to the surrounding environment.*\n\n*Richard's fiddling suddenly stopped, not because he thought someone was nearby, but because his mind was suddenly filled with painful memories. Ever since his return to Heartford he had been dealing with painful flashbacks. He put down the fiddle, and sat in silence, facing away from Odilia.*"
},
{
"author": "Odilia Abney",
"message": "The woman's head abruptly rose as soon as the beautiful melody managed to infiltrate her ears. Her curious and pure lilac hues surveyed the surrounding area, almost as if she were searching for whomever was producing that lovely tune. The way the chords were played left a rather heavy feeling in her gut as Odilia ever so slowly started to rise. Upon spotting the culprit not too far off, she pursed her lips and began to approach.\n\nA kind and gentle smile was plastered upon her charming features as she grew closer. Her footsteps were soft, yet audible, alerting a couple of small creatures nearby. Finally, she stood behind him, though left a little distance just to be safe.\n\n\"That was so pretty! What was that song called, do you know?\""
},
{
"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "*The sound of footsteps behind him made Richard whirl around, drawing his knife. He was no stranger to soldiers or rivals trying to jump him from behind, he had a lot of enemies, along with a lot of friends. He cursed himself for his lack of situational awareness, and stepped back a few steps, his footsteps strangely muted.*\n\n\"Who are you?\" *His face and expression both told volumes of a man, fear, anger, and suspicion all rolled into one.* \"You're not local.\" *He didn't recognize the strange woman. Judging by her clothes and behavior, she was certainly well to do. But as the recent encounter with the prince had shown, he should at least wait until she had a chance to prove her character. He kept his distance, and waited for her response.*"
},
{
"author": "Odilia Abney",
"message": "At the sight of his defensive action, Odilia was quick to stumble backwards as well. That had honestly scared her quite a bit, evident by how her face twisted into an expression of fear. It was clearly written across her body and features that she had dealt with such paranoia before, she was used to being sent into a panic. Finally, she got up and flashed him a look of forgiveness. \n\n\"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! I'm from Gantrick, but I traveled here to try and explore... While also getting away from everything.\" \n\nA gentle sigh left her lips as she used her palms to dust off her gown. This man didn't appear harmful, but the way he clutched that knife in his grasp. Perhaps he had some emotional baggage as well...?\n\n\"I'm Odilia Titania Abney, a rogue and tiefling, though I guess I look more like a human. I have no magic, so you don't have to worry. Again, I'm so sorry!\" \n\nShe began to bow apologetically, sheepishly brushing strands of white behind her ear. Her diamond studded earrings could been seen as they reflected off of the bright beams of the setting sun."
},
{
"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "*As he saw her step back, he lowered the knife, and put in it's sheath. He was still quite suspicious of her, and didn't get closer. The mention of Gantrick was odd, and what he had heard of that kingdom wasn't very welcoming to say the least. At the very least he seemed honest.*\n\n*He took a step forward to retrieve his Fiddle, before quickly stepping back, footfalls silent as night.* When she mentioned the part about her looking like a human, he had to stop himself from chuckling at the irony of the situation, considering, well, he was human. Even so, his outward expression merely shifted to pure suspicion. He checked his hood, just making sure his ears were still covered. He could illusion some half elf ears fairly easily, but an attentive enough person could see through that, even with his skill. He could not let his secret come to light.*\n\n\"The locals know me as the 'Wolf of Greenheart.' I protect the people and the forest. What brings you all the way from Gantrick?\""
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{
"author": "Odilia Abney",
"message": "Upon first glance, Odilia appeared to be the type to flaunt her wealth. Her puffy gown and assortment of jewels on the neckline exhibit just how well-off she was. Ironically, Odilia disliked wearing such clothing. She preferred more simplistic things and she had also grown to dislike nobles due to injustice and power hungry citizens.\n\n\"In my hometown, if you aren't a shapeshifter, you are immediately frowned upon - even by the king. Therefore, I left to try and seek peace, but to also explore a little.\"\n\nHer smile was soft and airy as her glistening white teeth seemed to catch rays of sunlight. The woman's cheeks were rosey and exhibited a certain kind of innocence; one that seemingly acted as a sort of shield against any protruding evil. Though she wielded a sheathed sword, Odilia had never killed anyone; she simply couldn't. \n\n\"Do you mind if I have a seat with you?\""
},
{
"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "*He was still rather suspicious, but he pointed to a nearby log as he sat down. The tales of discrimination against non shapeshifters seemed to match up against reports he had heard before. In fact, perhaps after the prince cracks down on the local corruption among the nobility he'll move up north to teach the nobles a few lessons in equality.*\n\n\"Well Alynthi is a good place for that. Just keep your head low, avoid the occasional corrupt noble, and don't bother others and you'll fit right in.\" *He intentionally paint a rosy picture of the Kingdom, despite his own personal experience. Apparently getting your village sacked wasn't universal, and overall it was a safe place.* \"Just keep out of the attention of the nobility and you'll be fine.\""
},
{
"author": "Odilia Abney",
"message": "With a small nod, Odilia strolled over to the directed log and took a seat, fidgeting with the skirt of her dress in order to evenly distribute it. She leaned forwards a little, perching her elbows upon her thighs. Her slim and dainty fingers interlocked as she scanned his features, her expression being nothing less than welcoming. It was obvious that she merely wished to make a friend or ally; meeting others was always a warm experience to her. She only had acquaintances back home.\n\n\"Thank you!\" She bubbly exclaimed, clasping her palms together out of joy. \"I will be certain to take your advice. I hope I will be able to find happiness here in Alynthi. If you don't mind me asking, why should I keep out of the radar of nobles...?\"\n\nShe was simply curious, evident by how she rose a sculpted eyebrow. Would the rich citizens tear her apart? She figured that she could attempt to fit in with them due to her appearance, but her naive nature would most definitely be the end of her. Odilia was well aware of that. She couldn't resist being kind to others no matter how conceited they potentially were."
},
{
"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "*He sighed and sat thinking for a few seconds.* \"I've seen some serious corruption among the nobility. I'm not saying they are all corrupt, but your better off avoiding their attention. My village somehow got caught up some of that corruption, and well... Heartford is no more. The prince himself is investigating, but it's been 3 years since it was burned. I doubt he'll make any headway.\"\n\n*More of those painful memories. It has been a few days since he showed the prince the ruins, but at the same time, he still couldn't bear to think of the carnage. He subconsciously grabbed the hilt of the sword at his belt.*"
},
{
"author": "Odilia Abney",
"message": "A soft sigh emitted from the white haired woman's lips. Why couldn't there exist a place without any sort of wrongdoing? Why was every location compiled with thieves, corruption, and crime? Deep down, Odilia was aware that such a place would never be formed, but she was determined to remain optimistic; it was the only thing she had remaining.\n\n\"You know a prince?\" She abruptly questioned, blinking gently over at the man. A weak smile became plastered upon her features as she eventually exhaled, lowering her head. \n\n\"I wish I knew somebody with that much authority. There is so much that I'd like to say to royalty. I would suggest change and prosperity for all citizens. No one should have to go through such prejudge just because of what they look like, or if they wield magic or not. At the end of the day, we are all people.\" Odilia abruptly paused, proceeding to laugh sheepishly, almost as if she were attempting to dismiss what she had said. \"Sorry, I went on a bit of a rant there.\""
},
{
"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "\"I don't know him. I met him once, seems like a good man, albeit a bit naive.\" *He'd recall the encounter with the prince. Skilled, especially with that metal magic, but presumptuous and disconnected from the ways of the forest.* \"He seemed like he wanted to do good, but unfortunately the nobles of the kingdom, some of them go behind his back, and he's completely oblivious to it for years.\"\n\n\"Other than the few nobles who seek to line their own pockets at the expense of others, you don't have to worry about discrimination. If you can pull your own weight, your an equal, at least among the common folk. And if you can't they'll take care of you. The common folk are generous and kindhearted. Good people\""
},
{
"author": "Odilia Abney",
"message": "His words appeared to reassure her, evident by how a sigh slipped past her.\n\n\"That's good to hear. Back at my home, the common folk aren't as generous. Everybody in town was bold and judgmental, and despite me being able to pull my own weight, that didn't stop the prejudice.\" Her head lowered momentarily. \"I am someone that does nothing but try to be positive, but even I struggle with doing so when thinking about my home...\"\n\nEither way, Odilia was thankful that this man was so kind. She had been searching for a companion to speak to for quite some time. One thing she was curious about was why he concealed his head with that hood... Perhaps he wished to hide an ability? Or maybe he didn't want to reveal his true race? She didn't mind it at all; she was willing to befriend just about anyone as long as they were considerate and sweet."
},
{
"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "*Richard shook his own head.* \"At least you have a home. You have family, you have friends, even if most treat you poorly. My village was burned 3 years ago. I don't know why. I thought I knew who was responsible, but now I'm not so sure. Some Noble family for sure, but beyond that I don't know. I've sworn to never let that kind of thing happen again. I've made several enemies, but no one should have to suffer the pain of losing everything.\"\n\n*He sat in silence. Talking about the burning helped, first with the prince and the other woman he was with, and now Odilia. Even so, he couldn't trust anyone. He didn't mind a freindly conversation, but he had been betrayed by friends before. Only way they could have known his family's identity. Only reason they knew his purpose. Better to stay in the woods and protect from afar.*"
},
{
"author": "Odilia Abney",
"message": "Her eyes wavered as he told his story and it really made her feel like shit. Here she was, complaining about her personal issues when they were hardly as awful as his. She felt conceited and terrible, not wishing to make him live through such memories. \n\n\"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry,\" She quickly stammered, eager to apologize. \"That was awful of-\" \n\nThe woman abruptly paused as soon as the sun rays shone in her lilac hues, causing her to squint. The setting sun was rather powerful, though it began to remind her of something... But what was it? Odilia sat there for a moment, blinking as she attempted to recollect information. Abruptly, she gasped and stood up rapidly, quick to gather the skirts of her dress along the way. The white haired lady stepped away from the log, bowing in his direction sheepish. \n\n\"I have to get going, I completely forgot! I should have been on my way when the sun set, I can't be behind on my travels. It was nice speaking with you.\""
},
{
"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "\"Your alright. You didn't know, and your not the problem. Hopefully, if the prince keeps his word, justice will be served.\" \n\n*He drew his sword and held it in his lap. The well made blade was etched with the work 'Heartford,' and Richard idly traced his finger over the blade, deep in thought.*\n\n\"The prince possesses an... Interesting ability to shape metal. He forged this blade from the metal of my hometown. The arrows, bolts, screws, coins, things like that, he used that to forge this blade. This blade is the vengeance that will befall the fool who took everything from me.*\n\n*A fire burned in his eyes as he spoke. He had given up hope, a mere few days ago, but in the past few days not only was he the sole person with memory of the event but had gathered allies. Even so, others would try to keep abusing the people. He wouldn't stop protecting the people, even if that made him enemies with every prince and king that passed through.*"
},
{
"author": "The Weaver of Stories",
"message": "As the sun set over the mountains, the sky was soon ablaze with beautiful oranges, reds, pinks and yellows. Almost as if the Goddess of the Sun herself had painted it. While it would be quite some time before nightfall, the noises around the forest began to shift from that of song birds to the occasional coyote or fox call. The nocturnal beasts had come out to play, and not all were four-legged. From behind Odilia and Richard, a gentle rustling could be heard before a set of raspy laughs creeped their way into both the human and tiefling's ears. Without hesitation, five people dressed in red and black emerged from the undergrowth of the forest, knives, blades and various other weapons in each set of hand. A sigil could be seen on their blackened and dirty armor, one of a coffin with a set of lips and eyes with tendrils wrapped around its frame.\n\nOdilia may or may not recognize the sigil, though Richard surely would; this was the sigil of a notorious group of murderers and cuthroats known as *The Laughing Coffin.* One of the five stepped forward while another kept their bow aimed at Richard. The one who stepped up let out a terribly raspy laugh before squinting their eyes. The man eyed Odilia, \"You're a cute one. I wonder what goodies you have besides what's beneath your clothes.\" The rest of the bandits laughed before making their way forward toward Odilia and Richard, trapping them between the river and the bandits. \"Why not make this easy, old sap. Drop what you have, and we'll take the girl and go, sound good to you?\""
},
{
"author": "Odilia Abney",
"message": "Just as the woman was about to take a step over towards Richard, the rusting of bushes behind her caused her to jump and whirl around. With a gasp, Odilia furrowed her eyebrows and gulped at the sight of the bandits. She'd never been put into a situation such as this before, so she was visibly afraid, evident by the way she stepped backwards, inching closer and closer to the river behind her. They were disgusting and so was the things that they had said about her. The lady tried to turn to the side, hiding her body from them out of sheer embarrassment. She didn't want their putrid eyes on her.\n\nIt was then that she came up with an idea. Surely, she was strong with her strong. Heck, she could take on several men from her home town! \n\nSlowly, Odilia reached into her skirt pocket, pulling out a rather huge pouch of gold coins. The bag jingled due to just how full it was as she handed it over to the men with a defeated face. Slowly, she sidestepped over to Richard and kept her voice low.\n\n\"I have a plan. Let them take me away from you and I will beat them when we get far. I'm strong, trust me.\""
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"author": "ccorrupt.",
"message": "Strong with her sword*"
},
{
"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "*At the sound of footsteps, Richard whirled around. He really needed to stop letting people sneak up on him. He drew his dagger and held the sword, a wicked smile on his face.*\n\n\"You really don't know who you're messing with, do you?\" \n*A distant wolf's howl sounded through the glen, a simple illusion, but an effective calling card nonetheless. Anyone familiar with the forest could recognize that calling card.*\n\n\"I have a counter offer. Leave now with your lives, or meet the fate of dozens who prey on honest folk.\" *He made ready to throw his dagger at the bandit with a bow, but used his illusion magic to appear like he hadn't moved.*\n\n\"No need. They know who I am. Or at least, will soon.\" *He whispered to Odilia.* \"Besides, I've seen banditry like this before. Keep an eye out for any hidden attackers.\""
},
{
"author": "The Weaver of Stories",
"message": "Hearing the call of a wolf, all of the bandits laughed once more. The man who was seemingly the leader shook his head, the dagger in his hands glinting from the now setting sun. In his free hand, a dark red magic began to form and he swirled it in his palm. \"Honest? You? *Wolf of Greenheart?* You know no such thing.\" One of the other bandits side stepped around, only growing closer to Odilia. He snatched the bag of coins away, his face hidden beneath a mask. He stayed close to the tiefling however, only his dark brown eyes visible. No matter how much she may have hidden herself, it was obvious what each of them were *Really* Wanting. The leader spoke once more. \"Your tricks won't scare me, Wolf. Last chance.\" *It was obvious they thought the wolf call was fake.*\n\nAs he said this, another bandit growled impatiently, an obvious dragonborn given his horns and visible scale. \"Gah! Just kill them already! I want to kill!\" Those who knew this group of bandits would know exactly how deranged, murderous and dangerous they were. They tortured and murdered anyone and everyone they come across, men, women, children; *Anyone.* They were growing impatient, their weapons moving idly in their hands as they itched to kill and maim. The man closest to Odilia chuckled her way as he shoved the coins into his pocket."
},
{
"author": "Odilia Abney",
"message": "Her lilac eyes widened slightly at the sight of the illusion, which had caught her off guard. Though, when the bandits appeared to have laughed it off, that was when Odilia truly grew concerned. They appeared far stronger than her and Richard had anticipated. Abruptly, the woman stood in front of her companion, right in front of the deranged man. She gulped, managed to scan them all despite her voice wavering out of fear. She attempted to remain strong, though. \n\n\"You can have me, just don't harm him,\" She begged, her features twisting into an expression of plea. \"Remember what I said,\" She whispered to Richard from over her shoulder. \"I will be okay. Now is your chance to run to another place to not get found again. I will meet up with you shortly.\" Or at least she hoped she would."
},
{
"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "*Another wolf call, this one far more real sounding, answered the first. Richard's face lit up more when he heard it. These bandits would soon pay for their atrocities. He couldn't abandon her to these brutes, he knew what they did to their captives. No ransom would be accepted. No, he wouldn't run.*\n\n\"I don't run miss. Now get back. We just need to stay alive a few minutes.\" *His illusory self, (Basically same him in a different pose, not about to throw a dagger) stood still for several seconds, but the real, disguised him threw the dagger over Odelia's shoulder at the bandit with the bow. He disguised the knife with his magic, bluring it's shape and muffling the sound. Upon impact he was going to whirl around Odelia and engage the bandits, using his Illusion magic to confuse the bandits, and make it difficult to see what sword was real. This wasn't the first time he fought multiple opponents, but it wouldn't be the last.*"
},
{
"author": "The Weaver of Stories",
"message": "As Odilia stepped forward, the bandit closest to her let out a wry chuckle. \"How brave of you, my dear. I wonder if you'll be as feisty when we get you *Alone.*\" Reaching out for her, the bandit was quickly cut off by a dagger striking him in the shoulder. He let out a howl of pain before reeling back, but he was unable to lift his hand to use his bow given the dagger in his arm. The rest of the bandits quickly raced forward, though Richard's illusory magic threw them all for a loop. The leader, his red magic now pulsing in his hands, cast it forward straight toward Odilia. One could only wonder how painful it would be if it landed, but the rest of the bandits turned their attention onto Richard. Three now encircled what they thought was the Wolf of Greenheart, but their blows seemed to constantly be off by mere inches.\n\nThe leader turned his attention back to Richard as well. What would a cute little tiefling like the one before them do to fight back? After all, she had seemed so helpless so far. The leader began to cast another spell, a yellow light swirling around him as he did so. It'd take some time to cast, but for now he was well protected by his cuthroat companions."
},
{
"author": "Odilia Abney",
"message": "She gulped at the man's words, feeling herself shiver due to how uncomfortable she truly was. As soon as the dagger lodged itself into the man's shoulder, Odilia was quickly to step back, unsheathing her sword from its holster around her waist. The approaching red surge of magic was quick to make contact the blade, though it required much of her effort to push it away. With a grunt and wince, the woman managed to deflect the magic with the sword, causing it to be sent into a nearby tree. With scattered breaths, the tiefling hunched forward, using her sword as a cane whilst she stood there.\n\n\"Be careful!\" She shouted, glaring over at the rest of the men."
},
{
"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "*He bobbed and weaved, keeping all three bandits in front of him. His Illusion magic silenced the gravel against his footsteps, and he struck whenever their guard went down, continuing to play tricks with his illusion. He had to deal with these bandits quickly, he wasn't sure how long she would last against that mage.*\n\n*Nearby a wolf loped through the forest. He had heard his master's distress call, and the loyal wolf neared the battlefield. Trapper snuck through the undergrowth, waiting for a bandit to stray close to pounce.*"
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{
"author": "Odilia Abney",
"message": "Her violet hues wavered as she examined the red magic scattered upon the tip of her sword. Afraid, she dropped it, not wishing for it to come in contact with her skin. Just as she begun to backpedal from the blade, the man was behind her and she was forcibly snatched. With a grunt, the poor woman winced and let out scattered breaths as the edge of the weapon nearly cut her smooth skin. \n\n\"P- please let me go,\" She pleaded, struggling against him a little. Her eyes wavered as she scanned Richard from afar. She had no idea what to do. Surely her dying wouldn't have an effect on anybody."
},
{
"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "*Richard stopped at the words from the bandit. He kept his sword up in guard, ready to defend himself, but made no more offensive action. Where was Trapper? He knew the wolf was nearby. He just had to stall them until he showed up.*\n\n*Fortunately, Trapper was hiding nearby in a bush. When the bandit vanished and appeared behind Odilia, the wolf, initially startled, knew exactly what was happening and creeped within a few feet from the bandit. No illusions, no tricks, just pure natural stealth. Once at the edge of the clearing, he rushed out barking and snarling, pouncing on the bandit holding Odilia hostage.*\n\n*Seeing Trapper attack the bandit holding Odilia, Richard used the momentary distraction to launch a few thrusts at the bandits before trying to shove his way through the bandits he stabbed at. He kept his movements\nMuffled by illusion in order to keep the bandits as slow to respond as possible, but he knew they would take mere seconds to recover, so he would resume his defensive posture.*"
},
{
"author": "The Weaver of Stories",
"message": "Thank the gods for loyal pets, right? While the bandit surely had both Odilia and the Wolf of Greenheart on the ropes in his mind, he'd feel the terribly sharp and painful bite from an animal on his leg. It knocked him away from the tiefling along with the dagger he held to the ground. Trapper began to maul the bandit's legs, and the sword Odilia once held was seemingly rid of any red magic that once twisted up the blade. As for Richard and the other four members of the Laughing Coffin gang, he managed to jab his sword straight through one of them, causing them to fall to the ground in a slump on the grass.\n\nSeeing two out of the five bandits now incapacitated or dead, the leader let out an irritated growl before forming a different colored magic ball in his hands, he slammed it into the ground, and a bright yellow light pulsed out around them in a nearly perfect circle for many, many meters. \"Use your magic now, *Wolf.*\" His words rang true, as all magic including the bandits were now useless. It was now up to blade versus blade. Fighting at its most original."
},
{
"author": "Odilia Abney",
"message": "When the man behind her let go, Odilia moved away and rushed to her sword, picking it up. She turned on her heel, examining Richard and the presumable leader from a few meters away. Despite herself, the woman could feel her fingertips trembling as she gripped the hilt of her blade, gulping at the thought of death. She couldn't possibly kill anybody, could she? \n\nAbruptly, Odilia bolted away, her breath heavy as she sprinted. Her plan to was break for the nearest town and seek help for Richard, considering that she herself wasn't all that powerful. However, she halted at the sight of the yellow magic streaking across the ground below, not allowing her to go any further. She was trapped, unable to do anything."
},
{
"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "\"Good going Trapper!\" *Richard shouted over the din. Currently facing two men, with a third likely to attack him, he shifted to a more defensive fighting style, focusing on keeping them at bay, and countering whenever they made a mistake. He was skilled with the sword nonetheless, but significantly less so without the illusion, and his primary concern was survival.*\n\n*Trapper continued his attack on the downed bandit until he was no longer a threat, before moving to attack the bandit leader, as he was the next closest baddie. He focused on keeping him occupied, and he dodged any counterattacks, looking for a safe opportunity to go for the throat.*"
},
{
"author": "The Weaver of Stories",
"message": "With no magic from anyone within the circle, each of the three remaining bandits readied their weapons. All three had sword, though the leader's seemed to be curved in strange way, almost like a blade you'd see from Khisfire. The leader turned his attention to Richard's wolf, his back covered by the other two bandits making him pretty safe from any attack from anywhere. With it being 2 on 1 for now, the bandits facing Richard took him by either side, striking wherever they saw a weakness. With Richard preoccupied with one, the other would strike, one actually managing to graze the human's shoulder, cutting a deep gash into his skin and tearing his clothing in the process. For now, Odilia seemed to safe from any attacks, but she still had nowhere to go."
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"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "*Richard, dueling two men at once, yelped as the bandit's blade bit into his shoulder.* \"That'll leave a mark\" *He muttered before parrying another blow. Thinking fast, he kicked sand into the two bandit's faces before thrusting at one and slashing at the other, whirling around behind them so he was between the bandits and Odilia. No more funny business.*\n\n*Trapper continued distracting the leader, keeping him on his toes, and trying to wear him out. He jumped left and right, keeping out of range, unless an opportunity to safely attack presented itself.*"
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"author": "The Weaver of Stories",
"message": "As all present battled it out with one another, the yellow hue of the leader's spell insantly vanished at the flick of his hand, and in that same instant he lobbed another red spell- this time aiming for Trapper instead. No matter how fast the wolf may have been, the spell managed to slam into Trapper's side, sending him flying to the ground around 10 feet away. He laid unmoving, but Richard would see his flank gently moving up and down to signify he was still breathing. Nevertheless, he seemed incapacitated.\n\nWith the wolf out of the way, the leader swung his sword down on Odilia, but the other two bandits facing Richard were momentarily blinded by the dirt and sand in their eyes. Throwing their hands up to their faces, the two began to swing wildly, given they were unable to see. With them both blinded, they were practically free targets, and Richard would be able to quickly down another bandit, leaving only the leader and a single lackey. Before the Wolf of Greenheart would be able to down the other, the bandit cleared his eyes and got into a more defensive position."
},
{
"author": "Odilia Abney",
"message": "Odilia let out a gasp as the leader swung the sword, prompting her to unsheathe her own. She held it in front of her, allowing the other man's blade to make loud contact with hers. She grunted, struggling to hold it still as she attempted to overpower him. Her feet ever so slowly began to slide backwards, nearing the yellow magic that coated the ground. Finally, she managed to break through, gaining the upper hand by stepping forward and pushing his sword back towards him.\n\n\"Wolf, are you alright?\" She managed to call out, her violet eyes shifting over towards him out of sheer concern. Although she had her own fight to win, that didn't stop her from worrying about her new companion."
},
{
"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "*Upon seeing his beloved companion (Trapper) go down, he shouted, a mix of fear, desperation and rage, and continued his assault on the bandit in front of him, unleashing several devastating blows. His face was snarled like a fearsome beast, giving new meaning to his nickname. He would push the bandit back, keeping him on the back foot and pushing him towards the bandit's leader.*\n\n\"I'll kill you! You got Trapper, I'll kill you!\" *He couldn't loose Trapper. No, he had been with him since Heartford burned, he was the closest thing he had left to a family. Loosing him, he couldn't bear it. He had to save the poor wolf.*"
},
{
"author": "ronin8504",
"message": "*Arnvald would look out, sighing from the boredom he was facing. For the past few days Arnvald had been on the trail, heading towards his destination of Capital. Normally, he'd encounter some form of trouble, but up to this point nothing. It was like he had a dryspell. Suddenly though, he'd hear it. Yelling, and swords clashing. Giving his horse Blinder two pats, he'd stop and get off the horse. The sounds were coming from his right. Drawing his bow, he'd move towards the sound, stopping behind a tree once he spotted the group. He'd see what appeared to be two groups, one he quickly identified as a gang of bandits. He had heard stories of them roaming the woods from other passerbyers, and he knew he had to help. \nDrawing an arrow from his quiver, the archer would nock it in his bow, aiming for the bandit closest to him (the leader) and would pull back the arrow, taking in a breath, and releasing the arrow, sending it flying from the woods.*"
},
{
"author": "The Weaver of Stories",
"message": "Thankfully, Trapper wasn't dead by the looks of it, and as he heard his master call out for him all he could manage was a painful howl before he went silent once more. If nothing more, it told Richard he was alive. With only two left, the leader began to back away slowly. The only other bandit standing clashed with Odilia, and as the leader did the same with Richard, he'd suddenly go stiff, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. From Richard's perspective, it would be as if he had turned to stone. From, Odilia's the same, but for Arnvald, his target was hit clean in his back, right where the heart would be from the other side. With nothing more than a gutteral sigh, the leader fell to the ground, revealing the arrow in his back to Odilia and Richard.\n\nThe final bandit stopped as he watched his leader die, and in almost an instant he dropped his sword and fell to his knees, his hands raised in fear as he began to tremble. \"I- I-...\" The man stuttered, and Odilia would soon be able to tell the man now fearing for her life was a fellow tiefling, red skinned with strangely small horns barely poking out from his hood. \"Sp- spare me! Please!\""
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{
"author": "ronin8504",
"message": "*Arnvald would sigh, the conflict seemed to have ended for the most part. He knew that this could get messy though, deciding his exit from the background should be prepared, but not hostile. Arnvald would reach into his quiver and grab another arrow, nocking it. He wouldn't have it pulled back, just prepared to if neccesary. Stepping out from the woods, he'd approach the two, still keeping his distance. Calling out to the group, he'd attempt to keep his tone calm and serious, but friendly nonetheless.* \n\"Are you all alright?\" *He'd call out, hoping that the others wouldn't attempt to put him down.*"
},
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"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "*Upon seeing the death of the bandit leader, he rushed out to Trapper, cradiling the wolf's head in his arms* \"Its alright, I'm here boy.\" *He immediatly set about with first aid, assessing Trappers injuries. Thankfully it had been a glancing blow, and most of the force had glanced downward, but even so the poor wolf almost certainly had several broken ribs., and he could only pray that the internal organs were intact. He continued looking Trapper over. A few minor cuts and scrapes, but nothing major. But his front left leg was broken. He took a closer look. Thankfully just a minor fracture, should heal fine over a few weeks, but nonetheless he pitied Trapper, as he was in no doubt a lot of pain. He grabbed a nearby tree branch, and, after setting the bone straight as he could, pulled a spare bandage from his pocket and tied it as a splint. He doubted Trapper could walk very easily though.*\n\n*He slowly stood up, wincing in pain from his own shoulder, before asking Odilia* \"Are you hurt?\" *He walked over, paying no mind to the running bandit. He wanted to make sure everyone was alright. If she needed first aid it was best to be applied quickly. 'Help others before yourself' his dad had always told him. He whirled around when he heard Arnvald speak, cursing himself letting a third group of people sneak up on him. Although he quickly recognized he was likely the one responsible for the arrow in the bandit leader's back. \"Yeah I'm alright\" *He said despite his bleeding shoulder.* \"But we need to get Trapper to a healer quick!\""
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"author": "Arnvald Pihll",
"message": "*As they walked Arnvald would keep a hand on Blinder's lead, the other on his bow, which was now drawn and resting in his right hand. He knew Greenheart wasn't always the most friendly of places, as he had seen recently. Keeping his eyes open as they walked, he'd glance looks back at the two who had now joined his party. Aside from the fact the wolf was named Trapper, he didn't know anything about the two. It was normal for Arnvald to find himself in a mess, but he was ready to start clearing the fog. As they continued forward he would keep his head on a swivel, starting a conversation though.*\n\n\"Name's Arnvald by the way.\""
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"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "\"Richard, although I have many names around these parts.\" *He said, staying near the back and near his dog.* \"Thank you very much. Has you not shown up, Trapper here would've been a goner.\" *He spoke with a noticable hint of worry, and even though he kept a good lookout for more bandits, he kept having his attention drawn back to Trapper.*"
},
{
"author": "Arnvald Pihll",
"message": "\"I'm just glad I happened to show up in time Richard.\" \n\n*The Ragner would take note of Richard's worry, it being more noticable than he'd think. The reasons justified his worry though, for the death of a companion on the horizon would set him on edge just as much. As they continued down the trail he'd choose to add more onto their fire of conversation.*\n \"If you don't mind my asking Richard, where are you from?\""
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"author": "Arnvald Pihll",
"message": "\"They aren't. There's a reason why we lived away from the capital.\" *He'd say, the memories not the best. Watching Richard pull his hood up, he'd follow in his example, deciding best to keep moving unnoticed.*\n\"Don't want to be noticed?\""
},
{
"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "\"Not particularly. While most people either don't believe I exist or appreciate my assistance, a few, such as those bandits we ran into want me dead. You'd probably be fine. \n\n*As they walked down the trail, chimney smoke could be seen in the distance* \"It's not far now. Hang in there Trapper.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Arnvald Pihll",
"message": "\"Where exactly are we heading?\" *The ranger would ask. While he has traveled much, this was his first time making his way out into Alynthi. As usual though, he has found trouble almost immediately upon arrival.*"
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"author": "Astalios, Iron Prince",
"message": "*The day was warm, the sun was shining, and Prince Astalios of Alynthi was hunting in the wood, near the whitethorn river. It had been a particularly fun few days - his father's advice to try hobbies other than jousting, as tourneys were more of an event than a hobby, was certainly paying off. It wasn't constant blood-pumping action, like the heat of battle, but it was at least a pleasure. Careful and meticulous, that was how he needed to be. It was also a good opportunity to practice his magic, and as he held out his hand, his plain steel dagger floated over his palm, ready to be propelled at a target. It was easier for him than using a bow, and required fine control.\n\nPrince Astalios himself was a rather sturdily built man in dull gray plate armor that didn't make much sound as he moved. It was surprisingly fluid as it encased him in steel protection. He wore a simple crown upon his head made of pure gold, and on his right hand, there was a signet ring of the same pure gold that depicted a warrior with one sword raised above his head, the other in his hand.\n\nHis eyes and hair were brown, and his ears were slightly pointed, owing to his heritage as a half-elf. His jaw and nose were strong and masculine, and as he walked through the forest, he was accompanied by two leather-jerkined archers whose bows were over their backs and whose quivers were full. Their clothing displayed the royal livery of Alynthi, and they accompanied the prince as guards.\n\nHis eyes searched through the trees for a target, and he finally found it - a quail, picked out from the bushes nearby. One breath in, one breath out - and he propelled the dagger towards the bird as quickly as an arrow shot from a bow, his magic doing the work of the bowstring...*"
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"author": "mountainlionlover.com2448",
"message": "Artemis Bladefire had been walking near Whitethorn River quietly when she sensed something—or someone—was nearby. She darted behind a tree and whirled around, looking in the direction of what she thought was a knight. Said knight let fly a dagger right where she'd been a moment before. \n\nArtemis held in a shriek as the dagger pierced a nearby quail's breast. She had been there only seconds before. The fighter looked again in the direction of the knight. He was accompanied by two archers. Upon closer inspection, the archers appeared to be dressed in the royal colors. As for the knight, he appeared to be a prince—no, *The* Prince, Prince Astalios of Alynthi. \n\nArtemis's jaw dropped. She was awestruck. One could only dream of such an encounter in a lifetime. She was still hidden by the woodland around her, so the prince couldn't see her. How should she go about this encounter? \n\nThe Alynthian fighter decided to try to quietly slip away. Yes, that was the way to go. She straddled Apollo, her Indrik, and started going to the right of the prince and away from him. Suddenly, the Indrik cried out, fearful of being hurt by the hunting party. It bolted, leaving Artemis tumbling off the creature and landing on the ground. At this point, the fighter inwardly cringed with embarrassment, not knowing what to do."
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"author": "Astalios, Iron Prince",
"message": "*The clanking of metal and the feel of steel around him were familiar to the prince. It was considered polite, however, not to stare at people that were clearly not interfering with the hunt. But as she tried to slip away and subsequently fell to the ground, he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. He turned to face her, and with a wave of his hand, her armor picked her back up and set her on her feet again, ready to be introduced properly.*\n\n\"I'm sorry to startle you like that, but I did want to get that quail.\" *He apologized, a small smile running across his face and as he observed the woman in front of him.* \"I do have a small question, though. How did you manage to capture an Idrik? Those stories are always rather fun to hear, if you would humor me.\" *His voice was low and steady, and he nodded his head politely as they faced each other there.*\n\n*The quail for now they forgotten on the forest floor, but his dagger zipped back to his hand as if it was an arrow, floated around it for a few moments, and then slid itself into the sheath at his side.*\n\n*Both of the royal rangers simply kept their hands on their bows, but did not raise them. It was much like the situation with Roesia - this woman hadn't provided any specific threat, and therefore they could probably be a little bit more relaxed than they had been.*"
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"author": "mountainlionlover.com2448",
"message": "\"Er, thank you, Sir Prince. I am Artemis Bladefire, fighter of Alynthi. I always did wonder what it would be like with magic. Sorry about the quail.\" She looked sheepish. \"Oh, my Indrik? That's a long story. I wouldn't want to bore you.\" Under her breath she mused about where Apollo might be. \"However, if you insist . . .\" And Artemis proceeded to tell the prince about the time she captured an Indrik. \"So, you see, never ever use the element of surprise on Indriks. Their hearing is exceptional,\" She finished. \"However, if you don't do it the way I did it, then you'll be rewarded with a companion for life. Excuse me, Your Highness.\" \n\nArtemis stepped away from the prince and let forth an ear-splitting whistle. \"Apollo! Come!\" She called out. A moment passed. Slowly, a very frightened-looking Indrik appeared from some bushes. Artemis proceeded to try to coax her mount out of the bushes, but to no avail. The fighter turned to Prince Astalios. \"See, he's scared because he thinks you'll hurt him. That's how I found out that threatening them doesn't work. If you want a closer glimpse, maybe put the weapons away?\" The fighter shrugged. \"I'm not demanding you do, though.\""
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"author": "Astalios, Iron Prince",
"message": "\"I hit my mark, which is all I should really ask for.\" The prince chuckled as he took in the sight before him. \"A point well taken. I don't intend to capture an Indrik, however - they're beautiful creatures, but little else in terms of battlefield use compared to a good warhorse.\" He mused, looking the creature over. Certainly a novelty, but there was nothing more to it than that. People's companions were their own choice, and that wasn't a bad one. Besides his warhorse Tempest, which he rode once in a while, the prince had no real animal for a companion, and preferred it that way.\n\n\"It's all right. I can see him perfectly well from here. He's a beautiful animal, and perhaps a little bit skittish. I seem to recall he dropped you earlier. But then again, you can't exactly train them like horses, can you?\" He asked, curious about the general habits of the animals. The woman herself seem to be fairly sensible, and an otherwise normal commoner of Alynthi."
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"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "*Richard sat nearby, more on edge than normal due to the recent scare with the bandits not more than a mile upstream. He was cleaning the wound to his left shoulder. Not a serious wound, but he had to keep it clean so it wouldn't become infected. Once the wound was clean he double checked the edge on his sword. Not a scratch, impressive. He put the sword in the sheath he had made for it out of deer hide when he heard Astalios's voice.* \n\n*He stood up and looked around, thankfully the prince was not within sight, and therefore hadn't seen his ears. He re-wrapped the bandage on his shoulder, hastily pulled his cloak over his head, and walked silently towards the voices, and sent Trapper (his pet wolf) off to be safe. The wolf had recovered fantasticly, but Richard still dare not let him nearly get killed again.*\n\n*A few minutes later he spotted the Prince in a clearing. No need for stealth at the moment, he walked out, but stayed near the woods in case he needed to make an escape.*\n\n\"So it was the Agavarans? I'm not surprised. I am however pleasantly surprised that you actually went through with the investigation. I owe you an apology for our initial meeting, but after meeting who I've grown up ruled by I'm sure you understand why I mistrust nobles, although I never thought they would stoop so low as to murder their own village. *He spoke apologetically as he spoke to the prince, but as he spoke of the nobles who once ruled Heartford his voice turned to bitterness.* \"They never were good people. Beat up people for the slightest offense, manipulative, they hired bandits to attack rivals at least once, and I'm sure they had more illegal stuff going on although I can't prove any of it on my own. I'm glad you put a stop to them. Except for their one son. He was a good man, although I forget his name.\""
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"author": "Astalios, Iron Prince",
"message": "\"His name is Dalyor. And on a somewhat happier note, Viessa Glynfir has been found, alive and well, with a child. Dalyor and Viessa are to be married soon, and I doubt they will make inept, cruel, or disloyal lords of Lerwick.\" *He raised an eyebrow at the man who came from the woods. He was here, as the prince had expected, and there was nothing but to notify him of the trial time.*\n\n\"You know, of course, that to perform the role I have allowed you as executioner, you must appear at the trial? I intend to have the entire thing done in one fell swoop, over in a day, so that we can put this mess behind us and Lerwick can start on the path to recovery. They appear to have been hiding slaves, as well - which is an execution offense in itself, even without the fact that they had illegally been holding Viessa and her daughter. They're also guilty of the murder of the rest of the Glynfirs, which is also no surprise to you, I imagine.\" *He shrugged, the golden stag on his armor reflecting a few stray sunbeams as he stood with his helmet under his arm.* \n\n\"I took great pains to make sure this investigation went well. Most of it was conducted personally - my particular talents are very good at finding hidden strongboxes and metal safes.\""
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"author": "Richard Olvenwood",
"message": "*He thought a moment or two about these two revelations. He was glad at least that Daylor and Viessa had been spared at least some of the horror that had befell the rest of the village, such a good man deserved better than he got, and Viessa had done nothing Richard could think of that deserved being kidnapped and imprisoned.*\n\n*As for attending the trial, his biggest concern was the fact that he was human. Surely the officials he had stopped from corruption wouldn't dare attack an official of the prince, and he could simply disappear after the trial without much fuss. But his parents had been kidnapped rather than killed, and surely their identity as humans would have been discovered, and should someone who was involved learn the truth, should the Agavarans leak the secret (if they knew) he would be forced to flee, and even the massive Greenheart forest would no longer be safe, as everyone would be hunting the Wolf. He had to make sure this didn't happen, but how much did the prince know. He had to be careful.*\n\n\"I trust that you would provide security should I attend? Going to the capital is highly dangerous for me, not just because of my activities as a vigilante.\""
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"author": "Astalios, Iron Prince",
"message": "\"I could do more than that. A Royal pardon would be enough, if you choose to accept it, to ensure that no one would have any legal grounds to hunt you. Furthermore, if this is not to your liking, you may appear in disguise. Providing security for you really should not be an issue, considering that opposing Royal authority will not turn out well for any officer of law.\" *He was suspicious, Astalios noted, but that was to be expected for someone living on the run. From what he had seen of the reports, it was mostly small-time banditry, counter to the fact that the man thought he was fighting a holy crusade against the oppressive nobles of the region. \n\nRegardless, Astalios's word, once given, was law, and he needed to own up to whatever promises he had made in the past. Including letting this one become the executioner for the Agarvarans.\n\nHe deserved that much, seeing as his family had suffered from their evil in the past. He had some inkling that Richard might have been a servant or a huntsman for the Glynfir family long ago, but that was another life to both of them.*\n\n\"If you refuse to do either, I will choose another executioner. I have come here and extended my offer, which fulfills my promise.\""
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"author": "Sabriel",
"message": "As the sun waned slowing in the late afternoon sky so too did the numbers of those that frequented the river, be they fishermen - wives drawing water for their homes or just children playing in the pale waters. Now as the days end drew near all seemed quiet as the crickets began their nightly chorus and birds flittered through the trees on their way to their nightly roosts, the occasional croak of a frog or two being the only sounds that broke the quiet of the golden afternoon.\n\nPeace seemed to be returning to the river, with all sentient life having returned to their homes , their bags filled with fish, herbs and for some children - rocks. \n\nWell... All but one.\n\nIn the shadows of the woods a small creature slowly made their way towards the rivers edge, mostly hidden in the dense thickets as they sniffed the air tentatively. They couldn't hear any talking or shouting, not even the dull splashes of oars in the water. Only the sounds of nature reached their ears as they approached the edge of the woods, the edge of the river some ten or so feet away over open ground. They had been waiting most of the day for the locals to leave, their mouth as dry as the dirt and pebbles they now had to cross.\n\nWith a cautious look around they took a step, tilting their head to listen for a moment before taking another, and another. Until with a quick dash they practically threw themselves by the rivers edge, uncaring that the edges of their tattered and stained robes were dampened by water and mud. Instead resting on one hand as they used the other to greedily scoop water into their parched mouth, the pair of stained cream wings fluttering a little as they felt the relief of the cool liquid entering their body.\n\nSure they were getting their matted white hair wet which would likely only make it worse, but they didn't care - they _needed_ water. They had waited so long to make sure it was safe for them to get it too, they could suffer a few minor indignities for it - they had endured far worse for much less before after all."
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"author": "Armoth Morrowind",
"message": "*Armoth took in the soothing, yet subtle sounds of his surroundings, not much used to being in such atmospheres. It put him in a better sense of alertness, as these calming noises seemed more of a reason to keep a quick eye, despite that feeling of seclusion. It was something that had stuck with the orc. Something that had stuck and played a big role in hunting or anything else of the sort. It was a useful knowledge that always seeped in at the right moments.\n\nAs Armoth drew closer towards the river, he figured he could have a drink before continuing. He slowed his Shire horse to a soft trot, before stopping completely near the clearing. The orc got off of his mount, hitching it on a low hanging tree branch, and walking to the edge of the river. He breathed deeply, a dark and low breath, Gazing along the ridgelines that held many towering cedars. \n\nArmoth knelt at the edge, cupping his hands and taking long, repeated swigs as he felt the cold water run down his chest. He sighed in satisfaction, drinking more, louder than ever. It had been long since Armoth had took in good, cold water as this. It quenched thirst and more it felt.*"
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"author": "Sabriel",
"message": "It seemed neither of the greedy guzzlers had noticed the other, both to absorbed in their desire to quench their thirst to pay any attention to their surroundings. Perhaps that was for the best as one of them certainly would have fled at the sight of the orc sharing the riverbank with them, the small creatures drinking starting to slow somewhat as they quietly splashed some water on their face to clean themselves. \n\nIt was during this quiet splashing that they heard a sigh, one that was not their own. Glancing to the right Sabriel saw only the quiet banks of the river, free of anything that may harm them. Gulping they slowly turned their head to the left, making up for their missing eye by turning more then a person would normally need to.\n\n_Oh Fuck.._\n\nThat was the first and foremost thought in their head as they noticed a _behemoth_ of a creature only a stones throw away from them, how had they not heard him? Had they noticed them? Swallowing thickly to hide a barely concealed squeak of surprise, their eyes grew even wider they looked to the forest behind them, if they could get there unnoticed they would be safe. They didn't want Ailbhe to have to defend them, that would only bring more people to the river looking for them.\n\nCautiously they stayed on all fours, their wings outstretched to help balance them as they began to edge away from the water, wincing at the slight scraping sounds of metal on rock her head whipping around to see what had caused it. _There!_ One of their chains had gotten snagged on a particularly nasty boulder and was caught, end end of it\n\nAttached to one of the manacles around her ankles. \n\n_Shit, shit shit!_ They thought as they quickly grabbed at the chain, yanking it as hard as they could to dislodge it. Their wings flapping uselessly as they struggled, only causing more noises as they whipped their head around once more - praying the stranger hadn't noticed them as they froze. Mentally begging to whatever gods may listen to not let them be noticed."
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"author": "princeryder",
"message": "*Sirros looks down at his map, exasperated. He'd left Dalery trying to find the road to the capital, but somehow managed to end up in this forest instead... The warlock has been following the river, hoping it would bring him back to the main road, but the sun was starting to go down and he hadn't had much luck in finding it yet. He stuffs the map back in his pack and surveys his surroundings. There were plenty of reeds along the riverbank, perhaps some of them were edible? And he could've sworn he'd seen mushrooms a while back... The tiefling's stomach growls and he utters a curse. All he had left in his pack were a few strips of jerky and a pouch full of berries that had given him a stomachache.*\n\n*Moving back towards the trees, Sirros begins to collect some firewood. He picks up small branches and snaps them over his knee, tucking them under his arm. Returning to the river, Sirros begins to configure his campfire, rifling through his belongings for his flint and steel. The kindling ignites after a few sparks. The tiefling looks at the size of his firewood pile and grumbles. He'd have to get more before settling in for the night... With his good eye, he scans the treeline of the forest, ears flicking.*\n\n*Seemingly thinking that he's alone, the warlock removes a steel cup hanging from the side of his pack, and scoops up a mug full of water from the river. He plucks a couple of reeds from the riverside that he's* Pretty sure *Are edible, and places them in his mug, alongside his remaining strips of jerky. Carefully, Sirros slides a thicker branch through the handle of his mug and balances it gently over the small growing flames. Not the finest of dinners, but it would have to do for tonight, it was too late to look for much else, and the last thing he wanted was to go deeper into the woods with no way out. The warlock closes his eyes and begins to hum to himself as he waits for his 'stew' to boil.*"
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"author": "Morine Imperator",
"message": "Not far from the campsite of the Tiefling, a lone woman could be observed wandering through the forest. She didn't look at all lost, merely walking around and scanning the surroundings. It was almost as if she was looking for something, which was exactly what she was doing. The woman was using the forest as a way to look for potion making materials and possible catalysts for spells, as many had to do if they didn't want to spend money to buy it. Although, she didn't look like the most normal thing in the forest. She looked almost entirely like a shadow. One might've even mistaken her for shapes dancing in their peripheral vision if they were tired enough. In truth, she was just using shapeshifting to blend into the oncoming dark just a bit better. The only thing that might've given her away was a cloak that had gold-colored highlights.\n\nMidway through a routine scan of her surroundings, she observed a small fire flickering between the trees. So someone else was out here, neat. Morine wasn't the most social person, but she was often curious when she stumbled across someone out in the woods this late. From the looks of it, this being had a small camp going. She couldn't see what exactly was happening, but it didn't look like the largest encampment she'd ever seen. After a moment of thinking, she decided to move closer to see what was properly happening. After all, the worst thing that could be there was some grumpy grandmaster necromancer who hated seeing people. Even then, she was a little harder to see in the shadows of the trees due to simple transmutation spells. Once she got close enough, she realized that it was a Tiefling with something cooking in a small pot. She stood and watched the man for about ten seconds before moving a bit closer and deciding to sit, the ruffling of his cloak just audible enough as she moved it out from under her to sit. She'd been walking for a while, it'd be nice to have a seat a decent distance from a calming fire."
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"author": "princeryder",
"message": "*The tiefling's ears twitch at the sound of her cloak. It was close to him, practically beside him so when-?*\n*Sirros nearly jumps out of his skin once he notices the figure sitting next to him. She'd sat down on his left, the side of his half-blind eye, but even with his good eye it took him a moment to really perceive her figure in the dark. He curses and shouts,* \n\n\"Gods-!\" \n\n*The tiefling visibly stiffens, though he doesn't reach for his blade. He instead brushes his long white locks out of his face and tucks them behind his pointed ears. His eyes flit to his pack that was resting on the other side of the fire. He worries for a moment, but the newcomer doesn't seemed poised for combat... Perhaps he's judging her too harshly. Sirros tries to relax his face.* \n\n\"Can I... Help you? I have no food to offer if that's what you're after.\" \n\n*The wind rustles the canopy above them, filling in the silence as he sits and stares. The branches crack and snap as they burn. Sirros' gaze has softened but his eyes are still questioning the woman's sudden appearance, cloaked by magic, no less.*"
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"author": "Dulcinea",
"message": "*Dulcinea didn't know how to tell them no. They weren't hungry or thisty since they didn't actually eat as someone normally would. Though he least didn't seem as threatening with his blade put away. Least they didn't seem to really be bad.\n\nThey didn't know what he was planning next when he would move. Though it didn't seem like anything bad. It seemed they just wanted to give food. Though they didn't know what he planned next when he would pause. Maybe he didn't want to share now? Though it would surprise them as his eyes glowed and soon he would be using magic. Cold magic? No, that wouldn't be the name for it. Either way it was a surprise to see. It was all the more sure that he seemed to consider they didn't want to be close to him. Dulcinea was still cautious and fearful but at least the shifter seemed kinder now.\n\nDulcinea didn't know what to do with not being able to actually eat, how did they try to explain such a thing? They could just deny it but it would seem rude now though. Stepping out slowly Dulcinea would make their way to the food and water. Holding the water would be nice as it was cool but it would be all they did. They didn't want to show their face but they did write out a little reply before showing it.* \"Not hungry, but thank you. Water is cool.\" *They couldn't write well but they did try.*"
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"author": "Shuuto Onibi",
"message": "*The Knight looked at the note and nodded his head. He seemed to read it over a few times just to make sure he got what they wrote correctly.* \"Very well. Feel free to hold the water skin if you wish.\" *He slowly approached the stump and grabbed the rations, smelling it. The scent of honey... What a boon. The Knight wrapped the supplies up and secured the satchel on his horse.*\n\n\"Not much for talking? That's okay. I used to be like that, when I was young. Do you at least have a name? I'd rather not refer to you as stranger.\" *The Shifter gave a nod towards their paper, seemingly wanting the stranger to use it.* \"As I said before, I am Shuuto.\" *He placed a hand on his chest as he spoke - a gesture of greeting, or clarification?* \"Where have you come from? Travelled far I assume. You at least knew that water leads to civilisation so I have to assume you have knowledge of survivability.\"\n\n\"You're in the Greenheart Woods, part of Alyhthi's kingdom and where I reside. I can escort you to Varilon, if you'd like.\" *Shuuto looked at the stranger again, taking in their appearance - or what little he could see. The stranger didn't show their face, for whatever reason. However, it was not his place to pry, nor was he one to judge as he himself covered his face often. He rubbed his burned eye as it watered a little, the excess tear evaporating as he rubbed his red glove.* \"Varilon is a nice place, lots of people from all flags and corners. It's one of the safest cities I know, however these woods can be dangerous if you don't keep an eye out. Safety in numbers, as they say.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "Dulcinea",
"message": "*Dulcinea was glad he seemed to get they didn't want to eat and was thankful to get to hold the water skin still. Cold and hot things still felt nice to hold or be close to during the change of seasons. If they had been alone they might have even gone into the river to get cleaned off.\n\nThey would shake their head as they really didn't try talking normally. Too many stories around their kind made them too fearfully of what others thought usually. Taking their note they would write once again before showing it to Shuuto.* \"Dulcinea, my name.\" *Dulcinea would than write again once giving him a moment to read it, they didn't want to act too fast where he couldn't read what they wrote.* \"Far away, Findara. Know water will lead to people, yes.\"\n\n*Again Dulcinea would nod, they knew where they were just not which direction without getting lost it seemed. Dulcinea kind of wanted to see his tail and ears again but knew it was probably rude to ask that. It just intrigued them to see such a thing and wonder how they might feel. Varilon was were they wanted to go. They needed a teacher and hoped ro find one there but who knew if they really would get to.* \"Lookin for teacher, capital I go. Lost though many times.\""
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"author": "Dulcinea",
"message": "*Dulcinea flinched a bit with his cloak going around them but would try to keep calm. They weren't in danger, they just felt too overwhelmed. It will pass... Right? They weren't so sure though as it wasn't just being overwhelmed but fear still. They would look up at at the knight and try to just breathe like he said. \n\nThey still were far from just being calm but was trying to do their best to. They probably wouldn't be ready for a while but it did help that the knight wasn't pushing them to do anything they weren't ready for. \n\nThey would look up at the trees as they thought about what he was saying. They probably had some stories to tell which were interesting. They wondered what kind they might have been. They would nod as nature did kind of help.*"
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"author": "Shuuto Onibi",
"message": "*The Knight stayed quiet for some time, watching the leaves move in the trees overhead. He was calm. However, inside he was a little deterred. He couldn't get the Old Man out of his head. What did he want this time? Today of all things? He is a narcissist, a bigot and frankly, a monster to Shuuto; Engo made him into what he is whether he wanted to be a Knight or not.*\n\n\"Take your time. You're all good.\" *Was all he could say in the silence that followed. He knew what being overwhelmed was like. All his life he had felt that overwhelming experience. Being recognised in the City was one of those regular memories. I mean, he was certainly unique in appearance by Shapeshifter standards. Crimson and white streaks of hair, the eyes of a Chromancer and a burn scar over his eye. He was truly unique in every sense of the word.*\n\n*To remove his mind from his worries, his body shifted. Dulcinea may not have noticed at first, but the broadening of his shoulders and skin becoming fur was a surefire sign. Soon enough, the stranger was no longer sat next to a Knight, but a large cat of some kind. He layed himself down against the dirt floor and waited, taking deep and slow breaths.*\n\n||"
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"author": "Dulcinea",
"message": "*Dulcinea would stay looking at the trees as they thought about them. It seemed to help some as some stories they thought might have happened got their mind off the more pressing matter of the capital. They didn't think they would be ready for it anymore. It was just too much this time for them.\n\nDulcinea didn't know how much time had pasted before they would look over to their companion, though they found themselves looking at a very big cat. This tooled Dulcinea by surprise as they would move away a bit. They usually didn't get to be close to animals because they usually got spooked around them. But shouldn't a knight be there and not a cat? They were very confused till starting to look at the patterns they figured out it was the knight.\n\nDulcinea always had wanted a pet. But they knew they couldn't very well make the shifter one and a familiar was out of the question as well. But it didn't mean they weren't in a bit of awe? Of the now big cat by them.*"
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"author": "Shuuto Onibi",
"message": "*As their hand stroked his back, goosebumps ran upon his skin. This was a strange sensation, like getting his head rubbed by his siblings. It felt different however. No one had petted him in animal form before. Especially not any of his allies or friends like Katsu... Heh... Katsu would rather blow his fur off in his own assumption. He closed his eyes and allowed Dulcinea to pet him and stroke his back. A low but louder purr came from him as he lay there and his tail would flick up and down in response to the strange sensation - a mixture of suprise and relaxation.*\n\n*The Knight let Dulcinea stroke him as long as they wished. It was not the worst way to pass the time, and it definitely kept his escortee's mind off of entering the city just yet. If he coukd smile, he would have. The only sounds that the pair could hear was the huffing of Shuuto's horse, the wind and the rustling of leaves in said wind. It was... Nice.*\n\n*Shuuto began to feel drowsy... Wait... Why? Why did he feel sleepy? A side effect of the petting? Was he drugged? No. It must be part of this process. Nevertheless, he opened his eyes and kept them open, staring out at the road and the trees.*\n\n||"
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"author": "Dulcinea",
"message": "*Dulcinea was starting to feel better as they just hung out with the shifter and petted his fur. It was very soft and actually pretty thick. It really was a surprise to feel something like this but they did really like getting to pet an animal even if a shifter and not have it running away. They didn't know why animals usually did but it did made it a bit more lonely when traveling.\n\nThey shouldn't be thinking about such trivial things yet they did a bit. Though looking back at the cat made them feel better, they wanted to nuzzle into the fur but decided it best not to do that now. Instead they just kept petting his back. The ears were tempting but they didn't want to push any boundaries even if it was all for them to calm down. \n\nThe purs would have probably made them smile if they could since they hadn't heard a pur before today. Sure they seen animals napping from afar and such but not to be a reason for one to like something. Though they still didn't think they could go into the capital it was so many people and too many risks when alone. The knight couldn't stay with them forever and they wouldn't want to burden someone that way either.* \"I can't go, too many. I go to smaller place. Too much danger when alone.\" *They knew they had wasted the knights time but hopefully they would understand.*"
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"author": "Shuuto Onibi",
"message": "*As the Shifter read their note, he quickly shifted back. His fur shrinking away and his body reforming into his humanoid form. His ears and tail remained as he stood up and checked his belt.* \"That's unfortunate, yet understandable. I can take you to a smaller village nearby, but we have to move quickly before nightfall. Lerwick isn't too far.\" *He turned to his horse and patted her side.* \"We need your swiftness girl. Is that okay?\" *The horse huffed in response and walked to the roadside.*\n\n\"Come on, I'll help you up. I'll take you to Lerwick and show you to the tavern there.\" *He walked over to the Horse and waited, his hand on the Horse's back.* \"I'm going to assume you've never ridden Horseback before, that's okay. Just, wrap your arms around my waist and hold tight... She likes to go fast.\" *He smiled a bit, just for a moment.*\n\n*As he waited for his charge to come over to the Horse, he leaned over and grabbed something from his satchel, feeding his steed and removing small bits of fluff from her mane. One may assume that Shuuto Onibi prefers the company of animals over people, but that is yet to be seen.*\n\n||"
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"author": "Dulcinea",
"message": "*Dulcinea would move back a bit as he shifted back. It was quite something to watch it happen. Though it would seem like it would hurt he showed no pain to it. That was something interesting to learn about shifters. They felt a bit bad for wasting their time still. They didn't want to burden them more as they shook their head. They could make it there alone. Going at night wasn't a big deal.* \"I go alone, no need to come.\" \n\n*The idea of riding was one they also didn't think was possible. Sure his horse hadn't acted badly yet but that was different. They usually couldn't get too close to an animal without spooking them.* \"Can't ride, horse will be scared. Animals no like me close. Can go alone.\" \n\n*Dulcinea would get up but not come close to the horse as they didn't want to cause any harm to the knight or his horse. He seemed close to it so causing harm wouldn't be good. They could just travel at night. Just follow the road and they would get there. It should be easy enough.*"
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"author": "Shuuto Onibi",
"message": "\"Hm... Very well.\" *The Knight hopped off the horse and took his reigns, walking him to the gates where an inaudible conversation took place between Shuuto and his peers. The kind look in his eyes was replaced with a cold, empty stare at the fellow Knights who seemed to take it well enough, save for the beads of sweat on their brow. They knew Shuuto, and they knew that if he can avoid his Old Man, he will. Shuuto's peers bobbed their heads a little as he talked before he returned to Dulcinea.*\n\n\"No Horse, no problem. You can't spook an animal if we don't have one.\" *The Knights began to lead his horse through the gates, sharing an uneasy glance to each other. The Shifter looked up at the canopies, noticing an orange familiar in a nearby tree. His eyes snapped back to cold with a hint of flame in his eyes.* \"Although *That* One I wouldn't mind disappearing from sight.\" *He spat the words with venom behind his tongue.*\n\n*Turning back to Dulcinea, he smiled as the anger faded.* \"We should leave at once, I'll walk you to the nearest village and then once I am satisfied you'll be okay, I'll return home. Sound good to you?\" *His eyes darted to the road and then the setting sun.* \"We will get there a little after dusk. No issue for us though.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "Dulcinea",
"message": "*Dulcinea didn't know why he had left his horse. They had walked behind it before and was fine. They just couldn't get too close was all. That means now the knight had no horse to ride back because of them. They had many questions but it probably was not wise to ask such personal thing? \n\nDulcinea would just drop it as they nod, they really didn't mind going alone but were also thankful for the company? It was nice not always being alone even if they hide how they looked from others. Maybe some weren't all so bad here. But they doubted they would ever step foot in the capital. It was simply just too much for them to handle and worry about.* \"Why no like that bird? Is it bad?\"\n\n*They tilted their head a bit as they thought. They did want to be of some help so they would use their telekinesis to throw a rock at the familiar from the side to hit its head. Not like anyone would know the wiser it was them that did it. They did like how positive and nice their traveler was, he didn't seem to mind that they couldn't just do as they had wanted at first. Too bad they couldn't made such a friend when they couldn't even step foot in the place.* \"Will be fine, no worries for me. No have to stay... Do not like home? Home bad?\" *Dulcinea couldn't take back what they had now asked, would it be fine to ask?*"
},
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"author": "Shuuto Onibi",
"message": "*The Knight watched in shock as the rock flung at the Familiar, knocking him out of the tree. As he stabilised himself in the air, he began to tweet very loudly at the duo with an angry tone. This made Shuuto chuckle a little bit before speaking to the bird in a foreign language.* \"Heh... Good shot. Nice to know you have telekinesis, a useful power to have on your side. I know a girl who can float with her magic... Too much of a do-gooder. Oh and definitely likes my old classmate.\" *He smiled to himself, not realising he may be oversharing.*\n\n\"The bird is my Old Man's familiar. He uses him to keep an eye on me. It's annoying as hell.\" *He flips off the bird in a fit of irony. The Familiar shook his head. As he read their latest message, his eyes narrowed defensively for a moment, before relaxing.* \"If I could speak without that Bird knowing, I'd tell you. All I can say is that being a prodigy is not all that great.\" *His voice lowered as he spoke, the Shifter's eyes glued to the ground. In that moment, he felt small... He didn't even register he was holding his newly manifested tail in between his hands.*\n\n\"...Hey, let's go. A Hero's job is never done until the innocents and good-willed citizens are safe and sound.\" *He tried to give a smile. 'Act like him.' he told himself. 'He always smiled...' Shuuto turned to the road and beckoned Dulcinea to follow him.* \"If rather not be out here too long after dark, not that anything bad will happen to you.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "Dulcinea",
"message": "*Dulcinea wasn't going to admit they are the one who did it, but just shrugged as they help up their hands like they hasn't done it. Though they felt... Happy maybe? That someone said they good at something? Though they didn't know what was a classmate or why he talked about someone else they didn't know. Oh well it wasn't a problem to them.\n\nThey didn't know why it was so annoying but there had to be some reason. They supposed maybe it was with their question on hoke life? A prodigy? They didn't know what that meant either bit maybe they were really good at something? Guess it again wasn't a matter. But whatever was the matter seemed bad since he was now holding his tail. They would write a note before they would look up at the bird. That would be a problem if showing the note out right so instead they would use the telekinesis to hold the bird far enough away for a moment as they quickly handed over the note.* \"There way to speak with no here from bird. Can hear in head and talk in head.\"\n\n*He did have a point that they should head out soon. It was good to not stay in the dark for too long. Following him as they would hide their hands a bit. They didn't want to show their dark skin as it would skin a bit with the dark.*"
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"author": "Dulcinea",
"message": "\"It's how I sound to you. I sound different to everyone since I can speak in any needed language when doing this. That's the only trick I have for it.\" *They wondered if it was okay to ask what they meant that they were too but maybe best not to. They didn't want to say too many of the wrong things today.*\n\n\"I never said I had no religion, I simply don't were this for some type. There is a difference there. Though that I don't think will happen. I don't have most of those things to help.\" *Dulcinea would shrug as it wasn't a big problem to them. Just keep moving was what they were used to. They liked the dark since they felt the stars and a connection to them, one probably most would not understand they had.\n\nThey would listen to him but didn't believe him. It sounded more like some rehearsed line to make it sound as if he wished to be a knight.* \"So you don't wish to be one. You just had to be one because of family. That at least is how it sounds would be.\""
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"author": "Shuuto Onibi",
"message": "*Shuuto listened to his escortee as he processed his thoughts. Dulcinea had a point, in all honesty. But he could never admit that to himself.* \"Not entirely. My family had no say in the matter, not the ones I consider family anyway. But this is all I know, and all I'll ever know. That's why I joined the Adventurer's Guild. Besides, I've not been sworn to an Oath yet so I'm technically a free man.\"\n\n\"Maybe one day the right person will come along and I'll pledge my life to their protection and service, but no one has proven themselves to be worth that yet. One day though.\" *He rubbed his back as he walked, feeling the enchanted tattoo under his skin. The crest of the Oath spanned his entire back and was black as ink under his clothes. He hadn't had it long but he knew its importance. Getting an Oath would be a great privilege and honour to his family. Alas...*\n\n*As they walked down the road, the torch fizzled out and left the duo in the darkness of the ever approaching night. As twilight and dusk faded away into the late evening hour, Shuuto found himself tripping over his lack of vision and falling forwards onto his hands and knees.*\n\n||"
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"author": "Dulcinea",
"message": "\"Well that still sounds like someone had a say in the matter... Even if not family someone sort of did. It might be all you know but that doesn't mean it has to be what you have to do no?\" \n\n*Dulcinea would look up towards the starts as they thought of what next to say, they didn't know much about knights but it didn't mean they couldn't still be nice.* \"I suppose it's not bad to want the right person to be with if you have to pledge your life to them, it sounds a bit like a marriage but not the same? Is there a difference to them?\" *Hopefully he could find the one he wanted to pledge his life to soon.\n\nShe'd been following quietly for a bit till the torch plunged them in darkness. She didn't have any trouble with the night but at seeing them fall onto their hands and kneels Dulcinea would get in front of them and hold their hand out.* \"Are you okay?...You can't see in the dark can you? It's okay uh... Here..\" *Dulcinea didn't know why they were going to do this, maybe because he had shown them kindness others hadn't in some time. But they would pull down their hood as they let the light of their horns glow to light up the area a bit. Her skin around her face speckled with a slight glowing as if the stars above with her own eyes glowing as well.*"
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"author": "Shuuto Onibi",
"message": "*Shuuto looked up at them as they pulled down their hood... Wait, what? Horns? A Tiefling? No, they didn't look like that. But The Knight was surprised, his eyes widened slightly. He would dust his hand against his chest before reaching out and taking Dulcinea's hand.*\n\n*Shuuto held her hand softly but firmly as he rose to his feet, dusting himself off with his spare hand.* \"Thank you, Dulcinea. Your... Skin is nice.\" *He paused for a moment as he registered what he said and the fact he still had hold of their hand. His eyes widened again as he pulled his hand away.* \"Ah! No, sorry. I meant, the glowing... Forgive me.\" *He looked around as his eyes glowed dimly.* \"Yeah, I can't see in the dark. Not one bit.\"\n\n|| \n\n\"Oh, and to answer your question, yes. An Oath is similar to a marriage but no love is involved. When you are sworn to protect someone entirely, you must recite a willing oath to be confirmed into service.\" *The Knight shrugged a bit.* \"I doubt I'll find anyone yet. I'm a low-ranking Knight. Most want a higher ranking Officer.\""
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"author": "Dulcinea",
"message": "*Dulcinea would keep their hood down so he could see. It did help at times to have horns that gave a slight glow to them. But it still made them nervous, they had no face but glowing white eyes. A lot of there would find this as being a monster or something completely evil just because of their looks.\n\nBut they wanted to help so showing what they looked like would have to happen. They didn't care about the him holding their hand as they simply needed help up and they were surprising him with their looks.* \"My skin is almost black as the void, I wouldn't call it nice. But... Thank you. Do not worry, I take no offense to anything, least I can be of some help to someone I suppose.\" *They would look away as they look at the starts once more, they really did like the night as it felt as if it was them up there.* \"Not everyone is blessed to see in the night, there is no shame in that.\"\n\n\"I only asked because I do not understand simple things like emotions or word quues?? But it sounds like an Oath is maybe better? Since you are wanting to protect someone more.\" *Dulcinea would look at him as he didn't think anyone would want him now just because of a rank.* \"That sound... Silly? It shouldn't matter for rank if you are good at your work. Plus you are a big cat and can do other magics. That would be a better knight to me uh... Strengths wise? But I rather have a knight that is... Genuine? That would care, and wish to be with me? But I suppose that is my small understanding of a knight, so I can most likely be very wrong on what I am saying.\""
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"author": "Shuuto Onibi",
"message": "*He let out a quiet, yet low chuckle.* \"Heh. You have Knights down to a tee. Unfortunately, not everyone is as generous as you are with those thoughts. People would rather have a more experienced Knight guarding them regardless of the content of their character. Me?\" *He glanced at the stars, following their gaze.* \"I want to prove I'm not my...*Father's* Son. That I can save people without his influence, training, nor his magic.\" *He spat the parental term with venom.*\n\n\"See, I want to make my real family proud. Be a hero in my own terms and my own line. Helping the less fortunate who are trapped in war or at home, here. I want to protect others and prove myself to be worthy of great things. Then, maybe one day I can look him in the eyes and feel satisfied that I have surpassed *Him* And he can't catch up.\"\n\n*He looked at Dulcinea again, less studying their features now and more just looking at the person he was helping.* \"You honour me by saying I'm a decent Knight, so thank you. The Old Man hates me taking jobs like these. He'd always say 'Shuuto, you should be working higher caliber jobs for rich people.' 'Shuuto, grow your influence, boy.' 'Shuuto, surpass the number one.' He can take his dreams he imprinted on me and shove it. I'm going to do what I want to do - be a Hero who cares.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "Dulcinea",
"message": "\"It sounds like you don't wish to be a knight, not really but just someone that helps others. I can understand that... I wish I had a way to... Show others what's said about my race is wrong. But one... Scathìs can't so that and I will probably not live long enough to see that.\" *Dulcinea would shrug as they talked about such sad things and yet theirs voice showed no emotion to it.* \n\n\"You shouldn't hate the magic you have, you should be honored to have it. Some of us are not as lucky to get magic or mana enough to allow much magic. No matter how much training I have I will only ever probably learn basic spells. This one here, I just can talk to others, not that impressive and telekinesis, I can throw small rocks after years of trying... You should just prove your better with his magic and do it your way not his, and make your real family proud than.\" *Dulcinea would look back at the stars as they thought about their part in it all, it never made much sense to them.* \"Anger and hate though, they won't help you become who you want to be, you have to let those go in order to be who you want.\"\n\n\"You aren't a decent knight. You're a good one. No matter your rank. If I could have a knight you would be my pick. Could both just go around learning our own paths.\" *Dulcinea would look at him if they could raise a brow they would. He seemed to have needed to go off a bit. Whatever he can with them, they understand sometimes things were too much.*"
},
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"author": "Shuuto Onibi",
"message": "*His eyes widened as he looked at Dulcinea. His expression was one of shock. They wanted him to make his magic his own...? Was that even possible? Every time he saw fire, he was reminded of the Old Man. He fostered the flames Shuuto made, never caring for anything else. Ice was just a countermeasure for the heat - the only reason he was born of two elemental families.* \"You... Have a point. I'll think on that. Thank you.\"\n\n*His eyes raised to the sky as he watched the stars twinkle and fade in and out of view.* \"...Scathìs, that's what you are? I've never heard of them before. Do they all look like you? I mean - your appearance, the star-like glitter on your skin and the horns?\" *He was curious. Soon enough he was back to studying their form. It intrigued him greatly how such a being could come to be. It was miraculous, really.*\n\n*He covered his mouth to hide a smile as they admitted they'd choose him if they could.* \"You honour me once more. Anyone can have a Knight you know, people just tend to look for a higher ranking Officer. I help whoever I can, regardless of their stature in this world and regardless of monetary reward. I have no need of cash - perks of Aristocracy. However an Oath is binding. It's a pledge of service that can only be made between two consenting parties - a Knight and their Charge. When that Oath is spoken, it's fused. I always saw it as fates being converged to one singular path - as long as both shall live. It's a lot of ceremony really.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "Dulcinea",
"message": "\"Its worth a try, I feel like no one should say it's someone else's magic when you are the one controlling it. It's not him who controls your fire, that's your fire to control.\" *Dulcinea simply shrugged as it's how they saw it, nothing else to it but being his just as their magic is their own not matter how small it is.*\n\n\"Not a lot of us live, we are very rare. Thought of as monsters we rarely live past birth, our parents usually will kill us in order for us to have painless death. The ones of us who aren't killed by our parents usually die young because if what we are thought of. It's rare for my kind to live to an adult let alone their fulk life. I have never meet another Scathìs so I don't know fully how we look, but yes we should all look the same with our skin as we are born as if the void itself.\" *Dulcinea would look down at their hands, it wasn't a lot of light to them, only some in the face the rest of them was almost as black as ink. This is why they were said to be as if the void itself, there was simply no light to the rest of them.*\n\n\"I just speak the truth. Though just because anyone can have a knight doesn't mean they should have one. Plus I would not be good company, I'm silent to the world and scar many beings. Animals especially, they sense what I am and run, which is probably wise of them... It sounds like something very grand, I'm sure whoever you chose to serve will be glad to have you on that day.\""
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"author": "Shuuto Onibi",
"message": "\"I see... I'm sorry your race has a tragic origin. Well you seem to be doing well for yourself, however I don't know how old you are so I can just assume. Besides, it's rude to ask a... It's rude to assume ages.\" *He paused and looked at them for a moment, debating his words.*\n\n\"Well you have me right now don't you? And soon enough you'll be safe and able to cover up again. I'd make more fire but... My magic requires colours to work. I wasn't born with black eyes, so darkness isn't my forté. I can still draw ice from the environment though.\" *He smiled as a soft blue glow came from his left hand's fingers and eye as he manifested a hand-sized snowflake to float above the palm of his hand.*\n\n\"And it depends who comes to me. I can refuse someone, but I can't refuse forever or I'll be seen as unworthy. Besides, I won't get any better clients yet. Once I garner a reputation and curry favor with the higher nobles, I'll be able to work on my ranking.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "Dulcinea",
"message": "\"Our origin is actually... It's like a cruel joke. Made by the pure love of a tieflings and aasimar only to be something others fear and have no way to... Pass on a second generation. A void through and through. Can only take and never produce. Probably why so many fear us because we are far less than human for seeing around.\" *It was annoying being something so different at times but it was whatever, they couldn't change it.* \"I'm an adult by a few years you need not worry about asking with me.\"\n\n\"I have you as a guide, yes. You need not worry about fire, long as you can see we can still move. Otherwise we just would have to spend the night here.\" *They would watch the ice as it really was impressive how some had such talents.* \"It's a pretty amazing talent you have. You should be proud of it.\"\n\n\"I'm sure you won't need to refuse too many before you fins the one. I don't see you as doing that. You probably just avoid the... Uh stuck up? Ones that is. Do you need clients so much? I mean as I knight that doesn't seem to fit? Like you should be looking for the one you need?\""
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"author": "Shuuto Onibi",
"message": "\"The pure love of devils and angels... There is some poetic irony in there somewhere I'm sure.\" *He rubbed his chin for a moment, pondering the concept.* \"And you're just a Void entirely? That's fascinating, yet unfortunate. You can't bear offspring so you only exist to live. I can understand why people would be scared of your kind.\"\n\n*He laughed a bit.* \"However, my kind were once seen as Monsters and Wendigos, I'm sure. But over time we have been well adjusted. I hope the same for you too. Besides, if one Shifter can see you're not a monster, who's to say others can't too?\" *He attempted a reassuring smile, trying to comfort his companion. He made note that they were an adult, like himself. At least he didn't have to go through the whole 'lost child' shpeel.*\n\n\"I can see... Just about. My sight in one eye isn't exactly stellar, if you can't tell. We can probably make some distance. If it gets any darker, we can camp out. I have enough supplies for a singular tent - don't worry about that though, I sleep perfectly well and warm as a quadruped.\"\n\n*He laughed a bit again as his talents were complimented.* \"Thank you. I got both elemental gifts from both sides of my heritage. Only downside apart from being restricted to colour in the world around me, is that I'm locked to fire and ice. No lightning or nature spells for me.\" *He dispelled the snowflake as it drifted away on the wind, slowly dissolving into nothing.*\n\n\"See, being a Knight is one thing, but the Order... They're like glorified Mercenaries in my eyes. At least, most of them are. It's probably why I haven't climbed the ranks fast just yet - we disagree on certain values and I always tend to go for who needs help, rather than wants it. In my experience... You meet the real, decent beings with actual humanity by doing so - regardless of their appearance or stature.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "Shuuto Onibi",
"message": "*The Knight paused as he raised a brow.* \"I... Do?\" *He looked back at his tail, which was swishing this way and that like a whip being cracked.* \"Oh... I guess I didn't realise. The feeling of having a tail for balance and ears for more precise hearing does help on a tense situation however - less chance of being caught off-guard.\" *He was slightly confused on why they brought it up in the first place.*\n\n*After a moment of silence, he asked.* \"So, why did you bring that up if you don't mind me asking?\" *He tilted his head slightly.* \"Not that I really mind you calling out my behaviour, but it was very observant of you. Just curious for the reason.\"\n\n*The Shifter's ears folded back a bit as he held his tail in his hand, stroking the spotted fur as best he can.* \"Guess I'm still learning about me, even after all this time...\"\n\n||"
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"author": "Dulcinea",
"message": "\"I suppose that does help when you are a knight. I think having one would be fun to experience. But my kind was just born with horns so I didn't get any extra things like that.\" *They would shrug as it was just the way the world went for them.*\n\n\"I don't know, I guess I just wanted to change the subject? And I like seeing the tail and ears... I just don't know... I guess I'm not used to actually getting to talk to someone this much.\"\n\n\"I think we always learn more about ourselves as time goes on since we don't know ourselves fully till more time passes. I think sometimes we try to be what our parents want from us but it's not easy so we change and change more sometimes for ourselves and sometimes for someone else.\" *Dulcinea wondered themselves sometimes if they were doing that themselves. They were to some point because they wanted to leave some type of reasoning for their life but it not easy it seemed for them. Now they would have to do something else.*"
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"author": "Shuuto Onibi",
"message": "\"Hey, horns are cool okay? They're pointy, ornate, look nice. Ears are just ears. I already have a pair of them to begin with.\" *He shrugged in response to their shrug, since he didn't understand how casual they could be about their horns... Maybe it's the same way he feels about his ears.*\n\n\"A subject change is nice. Ah... You like seeing them? I'll keep them out then while we are here.\" *He gave a small, slight smile.* \"Yeah, me too if I'm honest. I'm not usually a talker myself. I mainly just do my job and keep chatter to a minimum.\"\n\n\"Oh definitely, our parents have a certain plan layed out for us naturally. Whether we follow it or not, is up to us. Sometimes we benefit from following it, sometimes we don't. It's rarely ever a black or white kind of scenario.\" *Shuuto pondered these words. His Old Man would have him pledged to some rich old codger and his family line to bring a constant flow of money and honour to his own family name. Those types of people usually have their own private guard anyway, so he never understood the reason for a Knight like him to be employed by that sort. His mind jumps back to a recalling of how furious Engo was when the Knight refused an Oath with a man fitting that description. The face the Old Man pulled... Brought him joy. He smiled at his 'Father's' shame and anger, somewhere deep inside where Engo cannot see.*\n\n||"
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"author": "Ser Edvard Eldebrand",
"message": "*It'd been a while.*\n\n*Too long. Or not long enough. Edvard couldn't tell. He sat atop Gerhard, slowly trotting his way through the forests he had called home all those years ago. His band of mercenaries and Hedge Knights had once called the forests of Hyburn home, pitching tents in clearings just like this one. They had even fought battles in this very spot. He was surprised blood no longer stained these grasses. They used to call this land the red forest. The blood of knights and rebels alike had painted the luscious green fauna a deep crimson red. No longer, he supposed. Findara had achieved peace. Finally. Due to that king, he suspected. At least, peace on land. He had heard the seas of Findara were rife with war. Something about pirates and pirate hunters. Great fleets commanded by men who could bend the ocean to their will. An unlikely story, he thought, but one that was very possible. Prince Astalios could bend metal. Why couldn't some bend water? Edvard approached a tree on the outskirts of the clearing, coming to a stop on horseback. Gerhard had been galloping for almost a day now. He deserved some rest. He was the only remnant of Findara he had, and he intended on treating him like a king.*\n\n\"Rest, Gerhard. We'll move again soon.\"\n\n*He stared the stallion in the eyes, knowing he didn't quite understand him. He didn't really care. He was the only company he had on this journey. He was an old friend. The only old friend left in his company. He placed his hand on Gerhard's snout, issuing calming remarks before tying him to a tree, only to make sure he wouldn't run off. The knots he used weren't particularly tight. He knew Gerhard would never leave his side. Too pampered for that. He was a lazy horse, but he deserved it. He had fought almost as long as Edvard had. He reserved the right to laziness. With a heavy thud, Edvard moved to sit at the base of a tree, removing his sword and a small cloth. Quietly, he began to clean, his mind swimming with thought.*\n\n*He hoped the knight would take him. He had left so abruptly all those years ago. Hadn't even bothered to leave a note. What would Ser Tarrik think? He was almost a mentor to Edvard. An experienced hedge knight. A man who had seen almost as much combat as Ser Hastings. He was a calm, stoic man, yet carried a hidden boisterous personality only his closest of friends got to see. In combat, he was one of the fiercest warriors to walk the battlefield. Wielding a giant evening star and clad in hundreds of pounds of plate armor, he was as menacing as he was dangerous. He was often called the Hewman, much to his dismay, for the way he'd cut giant men down like a forester would cut down a tree. Some would even comically shout 'TIMBER' as they fell. Tarrik was never one for jokes, but he appreciated the renown and respect. Edvard truly wished to be like him at one point. But now he stood, a decaying knight. Even the titles he once held he had forgotten. No. That was a lie.*\n\n*He remembered them all.*"
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"author": "Wary",
"message": "Deep within the forests of Hyburn, many knew of a myth that roamed within its trees and woods. The myth was of a massive black creature that would kill anyone who dared encroached on its territory, one that swallowed children whole and left naught a bone behind. This myth was true, but only to a very small extent. Wary was no child eater, and no killer of man, simply a misunderstood being with a love for nature. She slept among it each night, and did her best to protect it during the day. Wandering through the trees, the nine foot tall scathis never understood why people feared her so. Her adoptive father did his best to explain it when she lived with him growing up, but it was never something Wary could wrap her head around fully. How can someone hate another based off of what they are or what they look like?\n\nFor now, Wary was alone. Usually, a band of woodland creatures would follow along with her as she wandered the forest, and on rare occasion some of the larger beasts like deer. She loved visiting with them, and while the scathis couldn't understand their chitters, howls and squawks, Wary could at the very least could offer them love, safety and help should they need it. Wandering through the woods she knew so well, a sound Wary had only ever heard closer to town caught her attention. It was the distant sound of a horse, its nicker just barely in range of her hearing. Curious, Wary began to head towards where the sound had come from. She had never been able to see a horse up close, but had always wished to. They were beautiful creatures, but always seemed to run in fear when they saw her. Or at the very least, their riders forced them to.\n.\n\nOn occasion, she'd hear its noises once more, giving Wary a good idea of the direction to head into. The closer she drew, the more quickly it came into her sight. It was huge and dark in color, similarly to Wary. Tilting her head, she was unsure if it had noticed her yet, but bright shine hit her eyes causing her to quickly snap her head to the source. It was a form of metal- no, a man in metal? She had seen some before, but Wary typically stayed clear. The scathis' experience with man was limited, and the times she had come into contact with them she was forced to flee for her life. For a long, long time, all Wary could do was stare and watch for movement. The moment the man did make a movement, Wary took a step back, unsure of what to do.\n\nOn the end of the man, he'd easily hear her massive footfalls before she had even noticed him. Being nine feet tall and weighing 400 pounds did her no favors in the sneaking department. Even in the soft grass of Hyburn's forest, a well trained ear would easily hear her coming. Wary's red eyes darted back to the horse, and all she wished to do was see if it was friendly and would let her approach. It was obvious now to the scathis that where a horse was, man would be close by. A lesson she hoped she'd continue to practice should she get away from this situation."
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"author": "Ser Edvard Eldebrand",
"message": "\"Whoever's there, you might as well show yourself. You're doing a rather shoddy job at trying to stay hidden.\"\n\n*Edvard proclaimed, not daring to even look away from his sword. A particularly tough stain is what presided over his mind as he furiously rubbed his cloth over the steel. Damned stain. It appeared only to follow the movements of the cloth without actually being picked up and taken off of the blade. He'd have to apply water. With a few sharp clinks, he removed the small canteen of water he carried on Gerhard's saddle, pouring a small amount of down the blade of his sword. Bringing his now damp cloth to the weapon, the stain seemed to run right off the side, leaving the sword completely spotless. He took pride in his work, smiling softly under his helmet. Shame it might now be stained with the blood of whoever stood on the outskirts. Psh. He doubted it. The crimson forest this was no longer. It was likely some lost child or commoner looking to the knight for a nice meal. It could be a guard of some sort, he supposed. He was still coated in the yellow stag of Alynthi. Not an accustomed sight for Findara. They were allies, but he was sure a guardsman would find some kind of interest in his appearance. He'd clear up the matter, he was sure of it. So sure of it he slammed his sword back into its scabbard.*\n\n\"Shh, Gerhard. It'll be alright. Keep a cool head. You've seen worse. At least, I think you have.\" \n\n*Edvard placed his hand onto Gerhard's snout once more, trying to keep him calm as he inspected the 9ft demon standing in the grass not so far away. It was a sight to behold, of course. His free hand fell to the handle of his sword once more, his body held in complete stillness. Gerhard neighed softly, trying his hardest to communicate with Edvard. He didn't want to be here. Not with Wary standing in the tree line. Edvard couldn't blame the horse and slowly began to undo the knots that kept him in place. He had half a mind to just ride away.*\n\n*But he didn't.*\n\n*Something kept him in place. Something refused his muscles, forcing him to stand perfectly still. He truly felt the weight of his armor, understanding it in a way. He was sure he could survive a swipe or two from this... Thing. But he wasn't even sure what its motivations were. It wasn't a predator, he could deduce that. No predator announced its arrival like this creature did. It was almost humanoid, in a way. But its skin held the resemblance of stars. When did Findara get so magical? He remembered the burnt forests and pure steel of combat all those years ago. Yet, now this magical beast stood in the kingdom of a magical tiefling in direct opposition to Edvard's preconceived notions of this land. Something was terrifying yet captivating about the creature. Perhaps his curiosity was dangerous, but he kept himself in place, calling out the beast once more.*\n\n\"I've no intent to harm you.\" *His voice called out, booming across the clearing.* \"I pray you don't want to harm us.\""
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"author": "Wary",
"message": "The moment the man spoke, Wary noticeably jumped. Her bright red eyes were wide and alert, countless times had her father warned her of people. How they'd treat her. Its why she stayed within the safety of her forest, amongst creatures that cannot judge her or hate her. Immediately, the scathis' eyes flickered to the sword, something she knew meant death and pain. Her red eyes almost seemed to narrow with doubt, but the horses fear seemed to snap her back to paying attention once more. A frown appeared on her mouthless and noseless face, almost as if she were sad to see such a beautiful creature be distraught at the sight of herself. Wary could only watch timidly as the man began to run his hand along the horse's nose, but the moment he turned and stiffened, so did she.\n\nThere was now a tense staring contest between the knight and druid, but the voice from the man caused Wary to jump yet again. No one but her father ever dared speak to her before, aside from shouting things like 'Demon! Run for your lives!' or 'Kill it before it eats the children!' Again, Wary never understood these things. Her father had explained what she was, a creature born from the true love of an aasimar and a teifling, so the demon part was only half true. Nevertheless, Wary tilted her head as the knight claimed he wouldn't hurt her, causing her guard to fall almost immediately. Why would she have any reason to believe he's lying. Her void of a body seemed to relax a bit, as well as her red eyes seemed to soften and turn more pink in color. With a heavy blink, Wary took a knee before sitting down in the grass.\n.\n\nWith a tilted head, she finally spoke, her voice a cacophony of a thousand all coming together to form a cohesive and understandable sound. \"Okay.\" Was all that came out for the time being. With the threat now gone in Wary's eyes, she could instead turn to marvel and admire the dark colored horse. Never before had she seen a creature almost similar in appearance to she. Of course it was an exact twin, but close enough to cause Wary to become more than intrigued. Glancing back at the knight, Wary pointed toward his horse. \"Does your horse enjoy meat or fruits and vegetables?\" This would make it blatantly obvious this was the first time Wary had ever been this close to such a creature.\n\nHow could she possibly know what they ate if she had never been close to one? \"Its so big. Like a stag. Like the stag on your metal.\" Pointing toward the man's chest, Wary then turned her attention back to the horse, intent on learning more about a creature she had never been able to before. Wary then laid out her hand and magic began to coalesce within her blackened palm. Soon, a long staff nearly as tall as Wary appeared, decorated with twigs and flowers and leaves. At the top of it, a pink gem sat glowing, held in place by vines. Laying out her other hand, she placed the staff over it before green magic began to glow from the gem. Soon, a small collection of various goods appeared in her hand. An apple, a dead fish, and even a bundle of some sort of green vegetable.\n\nFrowning a bit, Wary looked to the knight. \"It makes me sad when things die, but I know some creatures need to eat others to survive.\" There was an obvious naivety and childlike nature to Wary, something that she lived with each and every day."
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"author": "Ser Edvard Eldebrand",
"message": "*What the hell was this thing?*\n\n*Edvard thought carefully as she approached, his hand falling away from the hilt of his sword. It was obvious it didn't mean any harm. It was like a child, almost. A bumbling child in the body of a nine-foot-tall shadow demon. He was surprised, to say the least. Raising his hands to his head, he slowly removed his helmet, carefully tossing it in the dirt next to the tree. His face bore a quizzical expression as Wary approached, seemingly transfixed on his horse. It made sense. Gerhard was a beautiful stallion, regardless of his old age. Gerhard continually seemed nervous, but it was easy to tell his anxiety was lessened by the presence of Edvard. As Wary spoke, Edvard was almost taken aback, completely confused by the intense rumbling of a thousand voices all coming together to provide her tongue. Perhaps Findara was far more magical than he had thought. He chuckled softly as she spoke, her naivety bringing him a slight sense of joy. One he hadn't felt in years. He almost felt better than her for a moment, but quickly shook the thought from his head. It wasn't his place to judge. He didn't even know what this thing was, let alone her story.*\n\n\"Gerhard doesn't eat meat. Horses don't eat meat in general. Just like stags.\" *And hopefully just like you, he thought.* \"He's a fan of fruits. Likes the sugars, I guess.\" *Edvard shrugged softly, chuckling as she inspected the horse and his armor. Such an innocent thing. The hell was it doing in such a wretched realm?*\n\n*His eyes widened as she magically produced a staff and food from nothing. Wow. What the hell was this thing? His mind seemed to repeat the phrase on an infinite loop, trapped forever. He seriously wondered. Not only was this creature not malicious like every other demon in this land, but they were magical. A magician who uses magic to create, not to destroy. It was admirable, in a way. He continually stared at the creature, pointing softly to the apple with a nod.*\n\n\"Gerhard would like the apple, I'm sure.\"\n\n*He wanted to ask for the other food laid out in her star-like palm, but didn't dare to show a hint of selfishness. He was a knight, after all. He wanted her to view him as a pillar of justice. That ideal of a nameless, faceless warrior who sought to serve the realm and only the realm still resounded within him. But it felt wrong to present himself as such. He knew the knights of this land were hardly the warriors he envisioned. What if she met another knight with even less honor than Edvard? The harm they could bring was so terrible he didn't even dare think of it. He almost felt responsible for the creature, latching onto its naive nature the instant he met it. Embarrassed, he recoiled a bit, before extending his hand out towards the creature, hoping to show respect and admiration for feeding Gerhard. He appreciated it more than most would think.*\n\n\"Forgive me, I haven't introduced myself. I am Ser Edvard, and this is Gerhard.\" *He spoke softly, placing his other hand at his side, far from his sword.* \"And who might you be?\""
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"author": "Wary",
"message": "Wary nodded in understanding as the man explained what his horse liked, and her eyes almost seemed to squint in a happy expression once she learned the beasts name. Giggling a bit at the name, Wary began to levitate the small pile of food she had conjured toward Ser Edvard, only for the simple fact that she didn't wish to spook the horse. It all landed at his feet, gentle and slow, and waited patiently to see how Gerhard would enjoy the treat she had offered. Sitting down at least helped Wary look a bit smaller than her standing height, but she was still relatively huge all things considered. She wasn't skinny by any means, but not what many would consider to be obese either. Wary was simply a large creature, to explain it as easily as possible, though her height was the majority of the reason for her being so big.\n\n\"I am Wary. Why are you so shiny?\" Wary was of course reffering to the knights armor and now polished sword. Typically, men and women that looked like Edvard were mean and cruel, but none of their armor shined as his did. Laying her druidic staff down in the grass next to her, Wary blinked slowly at Edvard. The world around her and outside of the forest she called home was a complete mystery to her. Of course her father told many, many stories of the kingdoms, kings and queens, various creatures, monsters and races, but much of it wasn't something Wary could grasp without seeing it herself. For example, she knew her mother and father were a tiefling and aasimar, but had never seen one with her own eyes. Half angel, half demon.\n\n\"What are you?\" Was yet another question Wary blurted out, it not being obvious to the scathis that manners were indeed a thing that existed. She wasn't bombarding Edvard with questions by any means, her slow but crescendo of a voice made sure of that. With such a voice, her father taught Wary that speaking slow was best in most cases. She never understood why, though."
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"author": "Ser Edvard Eldebrand",
"message": "\"I'm a knight.\"\n\n*Edvard stood, caught in a rut. He wanted to tell her who he was. A half-elf. A sword of Alynthi. A man. He was so many things. And yet, all his life, all he'd ever wanted to be called is a knight. Ser Hastings had fought so hard for Edvard. Knighted him on his deathbed. Edvard always pictured himself being some great knight, with a horned helm and magical sword fighting alongside the bravest of warriors and kings. Protecting what was right. Yet now he stood, a man riding hundreds of miles in an attempt to seek counsel over the death of a child he had never met. He almost stopped multiple times. Thought about turning around and going home. Giving up forever. But perhaps there was still a piece of him left that believed in what was right. Deep inside his hateful heart was a man who so desperately wanted to give his life in service of what was right. He knew he was Wary's first exposure to what a knight was. Better to give her a good first impression. Edvard chuckled slightly, watching Gerhard quickly eat the apple from the dirt. He looked towards Wary, knocking his fist calmly against his chest plate to let the steel ring out for her to hear. He always liked the sound. He hoped she would, too.*\n\n\"This is armor. Steel. Harder than stone, lighter too. Knights wear steel armor. Our job is to bring justice to the realm. Hurt those who wish to hurt others. We're good people. At least, we're supposed to be.\" *Edvard sighed slightly, his mind falling back to the knights he had met in the previous weeks.*\n\n*Edvard gave Gerhard a final tap on the snout before he made his way towards a nearby tree, laying against it. Still, with a quizzical expression burnt onto his face, he stared at the creature, watching her smile at his horse. At least, he thought it was a smile. Wary. A strange name. Just a word. He wasn't entirely sure what to do with it, exactly. For now, he simply sat, waiting for her response. At least, he thought it was a her. Didn't matter.*"
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"author": "adopted_dolphin",
"message": "Hyburn's relaxed clearing followed its typical routine, offering welfare to any herd of friendly creature, its fauna operating only as natural protection from the dense and unwieldy edges. A small pack of Deer grazed comfortably as befit these peaceful grounds, very little provided as interuption. This peace inevitably would be interupted, an unnatural sort trapsing about. The snap of a nearby twig and the rustle of nearby shrubbery caught the attention of these friendly animals, yet the culprit remained a mystery. A vile beast? A cautious Hunter? Predators lurked in every corner, no matter how safe a place could be claimed. The sounds grew louder, the rustles and movements from outside the clearing causing clear caution from the denizens, as they all but sprung away with the rustle. That supposed threat soon swiped away at their shadowy cover and stepped on into the clearing, to reveal.. A clearly confused adventurer.\n\nEyes glued down on an open map, this figure wandered on out to the now abandoned section of the clearing. The suspect to this clear disturbance of peace would be perhaps a bigger mystery than the supposed monsters claimed by parents to their children, for she was a Drow. A Young She-Elf, the Dwellers of Lazaroth with a particularly mean history as opposed to this friendlier landscape. Snowy white hair and dark grey skin were the most notable of features, her pale blue eyes seemed to mirror well to the white markings that seemed to run sparingly along her skin - a clear similarity to the Night Sky. Ambition had brought her along to this place, or perhaps by an incorrect reading of the map. Still, a confident stride mustered forward through this lone clearing - momentary looks about from her map to see just more and more repetition from this Forest she found herself in.\n.\n\nIt seemed a struggle for her to show weakness, even while alone it would take a few sparing moments before she huffed in irritation. This map would soon be brought back to a pouch clung to her hip, alongside it a sheathed dagger on an attire one wouldn't consider armour. It had more style than protection, to one learned of her people perhaps would understand it as a symbol to an affluent Lazarothian. \n\n\"Why am I trusting this map..? By Shara, give me some hint already. North along the Road, then I went.. Ugh.\" The Drow whined, a flustered voice struggling through her steps. Clearly, there was a blame for this map that truly wasn't at fault. Still, it seemed this one would struggle to admit as much. Finding the most convenient of rocks within this clearing, the Drow would settle herself down and attempt to clear her thoughts. The stares of a pale blue would soon flutter shut, a pale flash soon emitting from her left hand while she held it to her head - a calm rushing through her thoughts. Seeming unprepared for any kind of ambush, the Drow nonetheless cast along her strange and reassuring spell to ease her senses.\n\nMagic, clearly. Of specifics, it was of the art of Enchantment. This mysterious Drow had herself quite a Family History with it, the very sigil of House Agrith adorning her neck by a silvery necklace. Famed with their skill of it, and a particular past that struggled to be ignored."
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"author": "murender",
"message": "```For now the tree-spirit would remain motionless not moving and simply observing the movements and actions of the she-elf, the casting of the spell would be rather strange Midelia would think to herself. She could recognize it as enchantment magic yet she wasn't certain, yet it didn't matter too much for it seemed to only affect the she-elf. The She-elf who is being intensely observed by the mapletree like dryad, waiting for any next actions.```"
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"author": "adopted_dolphin",
"message": "The flickers of magic soon faded as her pale blue eyes looked upon the enviroment once more. Despite the complete ignorance of the Dryad's observations, there would be a further yield of determination. Springing to her feet, those rushing thoughts would finally calm. A clearer mind would hold its worth, a look upon the landscape as she better recalled her steps. \"North along the Road, then.. Through the Forest. Now at the clearing, so the Town should be.. That way..?\" Through every recollection, she would point and better symbolise her loud thoughts - soon eyeing a particular direction. \n\nShe was slightly off infact, though confidence seemed clear. Whatever cast she had made, it seemed to cease her frustrations. With an adjustment of her elegant travelling attire, the Young She-Elf seemed to slowly trail this incorrect path wandering through the clearing. Vierna still remained ever ignorant of the Dryad who spectated her, distracted by her currently unknown goals. It seemed to do with the nearby Town, however. Hyburn.\n\nFor the Dryad's observations, there would be a few faint features to notice from her given the intense stares. Of both hands she would have tattooed the symbols of Shara, the Goddess of Knowledge on one, and the Goddess Viviana on the other. Not particularly obnoxious, these were smaller and more noticeable by the white tones similar to her white dapples. Her hair, clearly long, would be shortened by Lazarothian styled braids. Her features overall seemed smooth and Elvish. Clearly, she's had a good life in terms of keeping herself healthy."
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"author": "murender",
"message": "**Now i wait.**\n\n```The dryad would think to herself, to the she-elf the tree spirit would look like your average tree in the area. Albeit quite a bit younger and with it's leaves reminding one of the autumn/fall seasons, yet it would ne nothing out of the ordinary only a true keen eye could spot the hiding and observing dryad.```"
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"author": "adopted_dolphin",
"message": "Vierna spied a keen glance around her, from the very fauna she swept past to the ranging trees that covered much of her sight. Her vision would soon wizz past the hidden Dryad, considering it as any other of the tall lumber around. Soon, however, it would track back to that mistaken gesture to the Town - a direction that she soon began to travel for. With an adjustment of her attire and pouch, soon her fitted shoes met harsh ground again in a keen pace. It would be the wrong direction, but she sure travelled as if it wasn't.\n\nHer brave ignorance cleared grass and rock alike, a swift urge to reach some level of civilization however flawed it may seem for the arrogance of an Elf. It wouldn't be a careful tread, more showcasing an outgoing and constant stride that created noise as much as it did lead her along to an incorrect route. The Drow gazed along like an inspection from a tourist, less a learned adventurer. \n\nDucking under cover of a stray branch, a softened hand clasped a nearby tree as support while her pale blue spied the path ahead. - The safety of the clearing would soon pass, as her descent would lead her further for the sake of the Town ahead. But as she glanced at a specific line of trees, that horrific doubt seemed to return. Leaning against the tree beside her, she rushed to pluck at her map and look upon it again. A reliance returned to its use, as the pointers seemed to alert her that she may have been mistaken once more. A low utter coming from her would infact be a Drowish curse, as a finger pointed and traced along the Forest in question. Oh, but she was sure it was this way..\n\nIn one moment her eyes remained darted on the map, the next that sudden creak startling a look around. From her sides then behind, that trailing creak would soon bring her attentions back to a sight just infront. She had previously looked forward to find much irritation in her failure to follow the map, but now there was clearly something else. Elven eyes were gifted, but it seemed more disbelief at first that brought this discovery to a blur.\n\nThe Drow would freeze up in the moment, parted lips revealing her shock at the large, bark-adorned creature. Her hand let go of the tree nearby perhaps out of instinct, which only brought her more cautious if there were more behind every corner she stared. Despite the possibility, it seemed only this one had a particularly humanoid shade to it. Tension turned to curiousity as the Dryad made little move to attack, the Drow tilting her head while in inspection of the features of Protunhast. What seemed most remarkable to her would be the display of a gesture, beckoning her.. To follow?\n\nIt was hard to be stubborn when out in nature, out of ones element and presented by a currently silent, imposing tree creature.. Vierna was fortunate enough to be use to the more exotic species, encountering Succubi, Tieflings and the like within the Realm of Lazaroth. Some that she met were a far more imposing sort than this one. \n\nThe timid nature of the Dryad seemed to ease the drive for defense, at the very least. The silent beckon could have easily been a trap, yet so too and far easier would it have been just to ambush her here and there. \"Follow.. You?\" Muttered out the Drow, a mixture of confusion and tested courage as she attempted some way of using common. Of course, the She Elf would be ignorant to the languages they may know. Still, as she uttered those words Vierna would take a light step forward; a showcase that perhaps she was willing to follow, afterall."
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"author": "adopted_dolphin",
"message": "Despite being an Elf, clearly this look into the Forest was just as much an eyesore to many. The gesture made by the Dryad before however had betrayed her location quite clearly and as intentional, Vierna clearly intending to keep a close eye on her from now on. A hidden thought dwelled that likely she wouldn't have got the chance if the Dryad didn't want her seen. \n\nThe Drow's approach would halt suddenly as the creak of branches echoed about the area, the nervous backstop of the Dryad only noted. Clearly, the more she looked upon this more large and capable foe, the more she saw those anxious cracks. \n\nThe attempt for Elvish seemed to cause a particular perk of the Drow's brow, the language eerily similar to Drowish. The utter of Hyburn was all she needed for her thoughts to race - eyes narrowing as the confirmation came in the more clearer use of common.\n\n\"Hyburn..?\" Questioned Vierna, the Dryad having noted the exact town her little map was supposed to be directing her to. She wanted to take her to Hyburn..? Likely, the Creature of the Fae could see Vierna's inner processing, noting perhaps this Dryad had been witnessing all her slight failures along the way.\n\nAll that tension just seemed to ease away, the preparation for a battle she may be unequipped for simply turning to words that only the most outgoing would muster at a scenario like this:\n.\n\n\"You know I'm.. Heading for Hyburn? Oh, of course you must. I almost found the right path, obviously. Clearly, I know where I'm going..\" Vierna spoke in pure cope, a fluttering sarcasm painted over her words as she whined in the fact of this ever so mistreated map! It would seem she would pause before accepting the friendly invitation, perhaps considering ways to stoke the flames of her own ego. \"..Well, to be sure.. I shouldn't deny your wisdom. To Hyburn, yes? You'd show me the way..? No secret intentions..?\" The Drow added, her voice clearly feminine and foreign to these lands. There was a softness that seemed to command Dominance, perhaps unsurprising given the Matriarchal society that inhabits her people's homeland. \n\nA step forward would be made nonetheless, the woman relatively unequipped still quietly commanding the area around her as she made a careful approach. The Drow's words seemed to continue, trailing off confidently as she accounted the possible woes of this meet. \"Like, some.. Sudden vine trap or something? Or some ritual..? You do seem harmless, though.\""
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"author": "murender",
"message": "````Midelia would wait for the drow to fully indulge herself in following the dryad as she continues to face the she-elf with her front.```"
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"author": "adopted_dolphin",
"message": "The very human reaction to her words only reinforced this supposed trust between the two, that nod causing an intrigued narrow of her pale blue eyes. Now moving closer and closer, the Drow would take better care to look upon the features of the Dryad. The fiery red details and array of decor caused her to ponder, a mixture of a woman and nature - how fascinating. \n\n\"Agh, slightly lost.. If I had a better map, I could have done this in.. No time, mhm..\" - Coughing up her pride while elevating it, Vierna would hum in thought. Her hands gently placed against one another, the symbols of the Goddesses intertwining almost unintentionally. The calm ignorance of the Dryad seemed to spur some way of amusement, Vierna passively replying to the notion of traps almost smugly but reassuringly, too. \"Well, you know.. Poachers, dangerous types. Obviously I'm not any of that, but still. Just.. Being cautious, hm?\" \n\nHer boots soon toiled through the more irritating of the Forest landscape, slipping along branches with a huff but a determined one. She clearly lacked the air of experience, but boy was she confident. By her tone, it sounded as if she knew quite alot. \"I've known little of your.. Kind. You were the one apparently stalking me, too.. So! Hyburn, yes..?\" Her tone certainly felt ruder, or perhaps simply blunt. It seemed more a Drow mannerism than blatant malice, though perhaps that wasn't so recognisable.\n\nVierna followed to the very best of her ability, though with every stride it seemed she wouldn't change her ways. There was an elegant nature to her movement, one not entirely useful for the rugged Forests but nonetheless apparent. A hand casually fluttered infront of her, the familiar magic she formerly used on herself now sparking to life then dissipating. Boredom, perhaps?\n\n\"Well, clearly you must have been watching me if you wanted to be so helpful. Observant, then. Fine..\" A tinge of irritation covered her words, less to do with the Dryad and more the travelling she had endured prior. There would be a brief silence before a glance perked up to the Dryad again, the struggling tone of the Dryad almost hinting at her to try and ease any tension. And so, some explanation came. - \"Ahem, I'm.. Not meaning that in a bad way. It's been a long day, and now I'm suddenly venting it to a Talking Tree..-\" Her words cut off in that moment, almost scoffing to herself before she continued. \"..Also not your fault. From what you're doing, you're clearly helpful. So, I'd rather not call you just a Tree..\"\n\nA noticeable quicken of her step would be made apparent, trying best to close the distance in the least intrusive manner. Once she felt like the distance was suited, the Drow would offer her words again - A noticeable perk up at the far taller being. \"Mmh, my name is Vierna. Vierna Argith. I haven't thanked you properly for the help. And.. Yours?\" Truly, she struggled to even consider if Dryads even used names, her knowledge of them inherently flawed thanks to her background. Still, the outgoing and vocal one seemed to try and lessen her rudeness with this introduction.\n\nSilence would not be in Vierna's playbook. A meet with a Dryad, assistance to reach the very Town she struggled to find. No, it would be a sign from Viviana herself, of the Fates assisting her shrouded goals. The more outgoing Drow managed the allowed distance well, clearly dominating the conversation with an unintentional exploitation of the Dryad's shy nature. One could tell that the Drow changed her tone after the introduction of her name - a subtle smile resting on her expression. \n\n\"Well, I won't complain. This place is.. Majestic, but also a little confusing, heh.\" Vierna commented with a developing smirk, that pale blue gaze looking about at the very land they tread. Perhaps this sudden trust in the Dryad would reflect on the lack of turning heads. The Drow had been long treated with suspicion ever since their sketchy history, but this Dryad only cared for the purpose of helping others. Thus, she eased herself far more quickly into their talk. \n\nWith every word, it seemed as though her voice grew more and more softer. That hostility slowly ceased, and now would be shown a more diplomatic route. \"Midelia..? I like that. Better than 'The Talking Tree', atleast, mmh.\" Still, a bluntness remained but it was clearly spoken in amusement. The shy and quick turn of the Dryad seemed to intrigue her more, encouraging her to prod further. \"And you're out here.. Alone, Midelia?\" The Drow offered as her final question, alwhile travelling along to reach Hyburn.\n\nThe Night Elf couldn't help but spectate the effect the Dryad had on nature around. Ever a skittish animal that roamed or the very shrubbery that needed to be swiped past would give way for the Tree-like Humanoid. It was a sight to see, even lessening the amount of words the Drow was bound to offer. Vierna would make no fidget with her map, nor moved to doubt the navigation of Midelia - perhaps she too enjoyed the peace? Or, that moments like this were clear fuel for an eager, Young Adventurer.\n\nThe Drow perked a curious brow at the reply from Midelia, as an Elf and Noble she was particularly skilled in understanding why one would present themselves in certain ways. The clear tensity and shyness of company particularly intrigued her. It may or may not have influenced her reply. - of which was most certainly coming. \n\n\"Oh? Then we share something similar, Midelia. Travelling light, you could call it.\" A subtle charm came from the Drow, not one of insult to the Dryad's position but to sympathize in a friendly manner. The heart to a shy soul was a careful one, and Vierna for all her arrogance was not cruel. Far from it. Those words in particular came with a smile, a free hand carefully adjusting at a loosened glove while she took in the scenery. Again, she seemed to find ways to sneak in more words. \"Do you.. Know much of this Town? Get visitors from there?\" The Drow would inquire, perhaps seeing how far she could get this one to open up.\n\nAnd a natural in nature she was, as much as the Drow could witness. This quiet life in the Forest seemed to intrigue her, not in envy yet it always interested her how others lived their lives. In the rare times that Vierna kept quiet, she would take those moments to inspect and observe every slight variation in the Tree-Creatures movement; a strive to understand her mannerisms. \n\nOn the topic of words, the confused reply of the Dryad caught amusement from the Dark Elf. Noticeable by the growing smirk as she slowly struggled through some explanation. \"I didn't meant it literally, heh. Was trying to word something better than just calling us loners, mh.\" Vierna reasoned with a sigh, truly hating that word and how it rolled off the tongue. \n\nHer amusement continued until the Dryad began to ramble along into information perhaps not desired to be spilled. An Elven ear perked up at the words of Midelia, the Drow quick to catch on. Now, the questioning returned for the poor Dryad. \"Huh..? Back where? Aly.. Hm?\" Genuine intrigue sprouted within her words, seeming far more eager for an answer. Perhaps she already figured that it was an unintentional slip up, but Vierna hoped the Dryad would offer up the answer willingly without some declaration of her own."
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"author": "adopted_dolphin",
"message": "The expressions plain to see on the Dryad seemed to bewilder the Drow. Though this was some Living specimen of the Fae realms, she seemed all the more vulnerable to the famed weaknesses of a mortal heart. The shyness, and blatant struggle to manage a sentence only brought further suspicion to this slip up. Alynthi, she seemed to assume. Would the Dryad have hesitated down to the knowledge of Lazarothian-Alynthi relations, or perhaps there was something personal there that this Wild Beacon of Nature wouldn't wish to detail. Regardless, Vierna was far too clever to be tricked by the struggles of a clearly bad liar. Her pace seemed keen on exploiting the awkwardness of the Dryad, soon slipping on over to the side of the much taller yet far less confident being. \n\nThere was a consideration to her next reply, avoiding a careless stutter or flustered expression. Was it better to pry, or showcase some.. Care in her words? Her thinking seemed analytical, scholarly in a fashion of finding the best outcome for her. Alynthi ultimately seemed her goal, a land most foreign yet intrigued her the most. One place her Family likely despised, it would be perfect for her personal ambitions of breaking tradition. The Dryad's quick-natured refusal to mention it seemed to be the main theme for her words, but in a careful manner. \n\n\"Oh, clearly. Look, I'm not trying to pry into anything personal from you. Midelia, I'm.. Simply curious if you meant Alynthi? It has quite some importance to me, really more the reason I'm trapsing through this Forest in the first place..\" Vierna explained rather clearly, her own details locked away in a more confident and casual manner. Her reasoning for Alynthi didn't sound nefarious in manner, though some argue that the Drow as a race are often manipulative in nature. \n\nAt the time these words were offered, the Drow would make keen inspections of the area around. Nature seemed to consume this land, little found in terms of Mankind's creation.\n\n\"Ah..\" Was all that the Drow offered in reply at first, a dignified nod leaving her to ponder on the travels of the Dryad. Vierna would have prodded further unsurprisingly if it weren't for the suddenly renewed pace of the Dryad, her gained closeness now lost within just a few moments. An instinctive pout marked her expressions, her stares forced to witness the growing movements away as she followed the Dryad from a distance once more. \n\nBe it the defense mechanism of the shy Dryad, Vierna seemed to get the idea by her notable silence. In her thoughts, constant considerations would be made on how best she could approach Midelia. Truly, if there even was a point? Distracting herself by distant looks out to the nature around, she soon figured how little she had cared for nature in her life. Vierna was used to Noble functions, studies of the Arcane. The trapsing of earthly ground seemed foreign to her as much as the land she now roamed. \n\nFor a moment, regret seemed to litter her mind. Regret, only followed by a recollection of the reasoning behind her little journey. A scene in a well-lit hall, the laughter of her Family, reminiscing on tales of the Dragons. These thoughts seemed to spur an increased movement, a hand brushing at the pouch rested on her hip to uncover the map once more. \n\nA keen inspection of its details resumed, thankfully for the the Dryad she followed would carve out an easier path for her to avoid rocks and so forth as she looked upon the symbols and paths that may spy clues to her whereabouts. The Forest seemed to grow thicker, the clearing an area of safety only shrouded by the thicker trees that would lead to the Town. \n\nThe Drow notably quietened down in this area of the journey, seeming to leave the Dryad to her peace."
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"author": "murender",
"message": "**(( I say we bring this to ))**"
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"author": "adopted_dolphin",
"message": "Vierna's quiet and unintentional sulk seemed to have its effect, the Drow having been left to her thoughts. She didn't want to be annoying, nor allow her tone to hurt the other's feelings. Thrown into the deep end of the pool by her own two hands, she would carry a confident smile on an otherwise clueless face. It would seem her prodding, and blatant curiousity finally got her dismissed. In her mind, she truly had her doubts on just what she aimed to achieve with this journey. If she couldn't manage a discussion with a simple Dryad, then just how successful would she be? Thoughts of weakness rose, an otherwise dark place typically hidden by her confident exterior would grow. Just another guide, to bring the foolish along to a pointless quest..\n\nThat flurry of doubt and irritation seemed to suddenly snap away as Midelia's voice called out to her in.. Question? A look of surprise shone over her expression, that blink of hope soon returning. Interest, is what that was. The shy Dryad seemed to find some willingness to speak with the outgoing and verbal Noble, and that all but comforted the Drow's worried thoughts. A smile seemed plain on her expression as her words returned - disturbing the peace in all the right ways, as she spoke in a clearly friendly manner. \n\n\"..W-Why..? This terrible map, of course..\" The Drow at first teased, a gentle patter of the truly useful illustrations of the land around. She was quick to continue in hopes of avoiding an awkward misinterpretation from her shy aquaintance. \"Heh, no.. You're actually curious? Maybe I shouldn't be wasting the perfect time to spill my truth.. Tst.\" Composing herself a final time with some adjustment to her attire, the Drow continued in a tone both eager and offering that dramatic tinge to her tale. It was likely the first time she got the chance to spill it, of course.\n\n\"I.. Came from Lazaroth. My home, as you may know of my kind...? Well, I've never really been allowed to leave it. My.. Family demands alot from me. They have traditions and values that seem to force my choices wherever I go. I guess you could say, I couldn't stomach some of their more.. Radical ones, hm? There's a history there, that's long and quite complicated.\" Vierna seemed to pause for a moment as she considered her words closely, whatever the history is sure daunted on the She-Elf. Eventually her pale blue eyes returned to Midelia's wanders, clearly the Drow distracted more on offering her tale than avoiding the stray rock or so. Truly walking on eggshells, but the story must be offered! \n\n\"..Let's just say, If I stayed there any longer I may have ended up just like them. My reasoning to be here, is.. I hope to do right, my own way. For their issues, my Family carry an Innate History in Enchantment. The.. Glow you may have seen before?\" The Drow offered out her left hand, palm opening as her dark grey features began to be swarmed by a careful and masterful aura of magic. The colouring was on the lighter side, a simple little showcase of her channeling that clearly showed she knew exactly what she was doing - unlike her map reading skills. \"I.. Thought I could go out, into the lands I've only heard of, and.. To offer my services in some way. We have a school back in Lazaroth, but really it's only for the more wealthier patrons.\" With a final shrug, Vierna collected her thoughts into some way of a personal summary. \"Listen, I just.. Felt I could do more good by.. Grabbing it more forcefully, you know? My way.\" The Daughter of House Argith concluded with a smile, somewhat proud to claim her actions as her own.\n.\n\nAllowing her words to be processed, her attentions soon focused far more on her footwork. A trapse or two caught a stray rock, and she would inevitably stumble with a sudden gasp. The nearby bark of a tree saved a potential fall by a quick grip from her gloves, the She-Elf sighing as she assessed her surroundings - much to the surprise that she looked upon the closeness of the Forest edge. They had been travelling far, it seemed.. Or perhaps they were closer than they thought? \"Huh..\""
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"author": "Cup's narrator",
"message": "*A blacksmith shop stands firm on the corner if this street, clanking and the sound of sizzling hot fire are heard from the inside, the smith hard at work, as people outside listen to the metals song*"
},
{
"author": "Duke Wyberg Telidos",
"message": "*Duke Wyberg walked up to the shop, carrying a piece of parchment. He approached the door and knocked on the door loudly. As he waited he double checked his paper, making sure everything was in order.*"
},
{
"author": "Adonis-Dragonborn",
"message": "*He approaches the door and opens it, seeing the Duke his face shifts to a shocked expression and he stammers at first* \"D-duke Wyberg, how may I be of service?\""
},
{
"author": "Duke Wyberg Telidos",
"message": "*He nodded politely as he walked into the shop.* \"I hope you've had a plesant morning. I'm sure you've heard of the tournament I will be hosting soon? I have need of a bulk order of practice swords. Twenty of them to be exact. They can be simply made, but need to be sturdy, and most importantly, do not put any edge on them. Make them dull.\""
},
{
"author": "Adonis-Dragonborn",
"message": "*He goes to his station suprized but happy at his bluntness* \"Oh yes, your tournament! I heard about it it sounds exciting, and of course, I'd be happy to do that but why dull?\""
},
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"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "Dw\"Well I don't want warriors actually killing each other in this tournament. This is supposed to be a display of martial prowess, not one of a massacre. *He chuckled a little as he said this.*"
},
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"author": "Adonis-Dragonborn",
"message": "\"Oh yes, I've seen how competitive people can get, thats a great idea!\" *He gets started right away on the 20 orders*"
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"author": "Duke Wyberg Telidos",
"message": "\"Before you go there is the matter of payment. 15 gold a sword when they are finished. Sound fair?\""
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"author": "Adonis-Dragonborn",
"message": "\"That price sounds perfect\" *He grinned and kept working*"
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"author": "Duke Wyberg Telidos",
"message": "*With a smile on his face, he nodded and said,* \"That's settled then. I'll send an assistant by with the money when they're finished. I hope you fare well. *He politely nods and walks out.*"
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"author": "Adonis-Dragonborn",
"message": "*His tail shakes happily as he keeps working*"
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"author": "The Black Mamba",
"message": "No reaction came from the figure as they watched her approach, content with just staring, watching, waiting. What was this stranger doing, he wondered to himself, dark eyes remaining focused on her, unblinkingly. Trying to attack? He hoped not. That would mean they would have to defend themself, harm yet another person... If there was anything they didn't want to do, it was that. Yet, judging from how her hand went into her robe, no doubt reaching for some kind of weapon... It was starting to seem more and more lightly.\n\nThe figure's left hand moved, a light twitch, and the tiniest flash of silver was visible. Hidden in the palm of his hand, the tip poking out, was what looked to be some kind of large toothpick, only it was made of metal, and the inside was hollow, carrying the snake's own venom. They didn't want to hurt the approaching stranger, but if she gave them no choice...\n\nAnd then, her voice spoke up. A curious question indeed, one that the Mamba had not expected. No, questions directed at him were more venomous, usually, meant to scare him off, not asking for directions. How very, very interesting. Now that she was closer, their tongue flicked out once more, tasting the subtleties of her scent. An unusual one indeed. He himself made no attempt to hide his appearance, or even his curiosity, looking down upon her with that same unsettling smile. Something about this person in front of them looked off, but they couldn't quite place what it was. Perhaps if she revealed her face, they'd know more.\n_ _\n\nHis mouth opened a little to speak, then closed again as he paused to find his voice, remember how speaking worked again. Right. If she were to look up at them while they spoke, she might notice the black that was the inside of their mouth, or the white teeth that contrasted sharply with that darkness. Those teeth were unusual too, sharp and angled inwards, made to swallow prey whole and give them no chance of escaping. Most notable were the large fangs, though, that hid a deadly venom that could kill within minutes, if the Black Mamba had any desire to do so.\n\n*\"Mmm... Directions...? Where to...?\"* Their voice was soft, nothing more than a whisper, making it really hard to determine the gender of the person speaking - in fact, his entire appearance was somewhat androgynous. They spoke slowly, pausing often as if speaking was something they weren't used to and they had to think of the right words. Yet another odd thing to add onto the pile of weird that was this person.\n\nThis person in front of them was a strange one, really. Tasting of the sea and - another tongue flick - of fish, it was not a scent he was accustomed to very much. It wasn't particularly pleasant, and it wasn't particularly unpleasant. It was very weird when coming from a person, though. In his experience - which, was, admittedly, limited - people didn't usually smell like fish. Fish smelled like fish.\n\nAnd then, she looked up, and everything was made clear. She smelled like fish because she was a fish... Or at least looked like one, somewhat. Those grey scales, not too dissimilar from their own, those crimson eyes... Gazing at her, the Mamba's head tilted slightly, though the expression didn't change, still with that same smile. Well, they weren't exactly the same. He didn't smell like fish, for example.\n\nHe was quiet for a little while upon receiving her question, straightening his head. Were they really the best person to come to for help? Why had this person even approached them in the first place? Noting that her hand still seemed to be on her weapon - assuming that was a weapon at all, of course - he held his hand on his own, concealed in the palm of his hand. She didn't look like a killer, the Mamba judged. Or at least, not someone that would do so intentionally. That gave them the upper hand, if she ever were to attack.\n_ _\n\nBut, she was waiting for a response, best give one now. *\"Mmm...\"* The Black Mamba began once more, thinking this matter over carefully. *\"Tavern... Mmm, I know where. Library, mmm...\"* A moment of silence. Library... The word sounded somewhat familiar. Not familiar enough, though. *\"What is, mmm... Library?\"* He asked, curiously. What kind of person wouldn't know what a library was? This one, apparently.\n\nShe was afraid, he noticed. Why? Was it their doing? That was... Unintentional. It was somewhat frustrating. Against his will, he had been brought up to terrify people, and that was now severely hurting his interactions with people. Then again, she hadn't run away screaming yet, and had approached them willingly, so it was a massive improvement in most of the interactions they'd had so far.\n\n*\"Are you... Mmm... Okay...?\"* Came his whisper a few moments later. There seemed to be some amount of concern in his voice, although with the whisper being as soft as it was, it was difficult to tell. Plus, the way their expression didn't change... One would not be blamed for thinking that the concern was faked, just an attempt at making the stranger feel better."
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"author": "Elisia Marina",
"message": "**Ah yes i am fine nothing to worry, haha! It's just a bit hot in here apologies. Now uhm could you show me to the tavern perhaps?**\n\n```She would ponder the question he asked before for a moment visibly scratching her forehead below the robe as she looks him death in the eyes, only to be met with a serious expression. She couldn't just not answer him albeit she feared to become the victim of some snake prank of sorts, yet at the same time she sensed no intention like that. No this man simply did not know what a library is, so the siren attempted to explain it to him in a rather simple but clear way.```\n\n**Now for your question, a library is where they store countless books that people can read. Be it to learn something or simply to enjoy themselves, i'm sure you've heard of it right?**\n\n```A slight chuckle would follow as she tilts her head slightly in an attempt to be friendly and look friendly, both her arms moving to her back and grabbing each other again. She would stare him directly in the eyes her obsidian hair partially obscuring her vision as it had fallen in front of her face, yet for now Elisia allowed it to remain there perhaps too afraid to make any sudden motions or simply to not look like a mess.```"
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"author": "The Black Mamba",
"message": "The Mamba's expression finally changed somewhat when she looked at them to try and figure out if they were joking or not. That smile, seemingly made to unsettle people, faltered slightly for a few moments when she chuckled. She thought he was joking, didn't she? How very rude. He hated it when people did that. It wasn't his fault that he didn't know such things, and frankly, her reaction was more than a little hurtful. Here they were, trying to help, and then they got such a response...\n\nHe said nothing over her prolonged silence, simply waiting for the person that smelled like fish to say something. Really, they had half a mind to just leave, but this was the first person that had willingly approached them and not immediately tried to hurt them, so he was willing to put up with a little bit of hurt feelings.\n\nAnd, she even put up her hands and stopped holding her dagger so closely, that was a lovely thing to see as well. A gesture of trust, which was a rare thing around the Black Mamba. In response, he put away his own weapon - even if she hadn't seen it at all - and let his arms hang loosely by his sides, not hugging himself so protectively anymore. A gesture of trust traded for a gesture of trust, it seemed like a fair deal.\n\nShow her to the tavern? Finally, they looked away from her, head turning to look at the market instead. So very busy, still... Although they would greatly enjoy the feeling of being out in the sun, there was still the slight issue that people did not often take kindly to his appearance, and often tried to cause him harm when he simply dared to exist nearby. Of course, there were the alternative routes, ones that he was very familiar with... But would this stranger be okay with those? Well, only one way to find out.\n_ _\n\n*\"You, mmm... Okay with... Going though, mmm, alleys...?\"* They asked, once more turning to look at her. Well, maybe that question was a little weird to ask randomly. An explanation might be in order. *\"People, mmm... Stare... At me. Mmm... Don't... Like that.\"* Surely, with her appearance, which was also very much unlike everyone else, she could relate somewhat, right?\n\nEyes narrowing slightly, the Mamba patiently listened to her explanation, nodding along somewhat. Despite her earlier ridicule, she was actually putting some effort into explaining it. And then, his eyes widened slightly in recognition as they connected the word 'library' with the meaning of the place. *\"I, mmm, understand. Know place... Mmm... Like that. Not... Far.\"* Although the smile was still there, it had shifted slightly, now being one that looked just a little happier, genuinely so."
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"author": "Vhun",
"message": "It had been quite some time since Vhun had set foot in Hyburn, though this was by no means the fault of the place itself. This was purely a result of the season. Even if the winters weren't particularly long, they were cold and unpleasant enough that Vhun was unwilling to take wing. The worst of the cold had passed, but there had yet to be a reason for Vhun to come this way. Though Hyburn wasn't necessarily a completely boring place to be, she had yet to find anything there that she couldn't find in the capital city. Well, at least not in terms of tangible objects. \n\nToday, the whisper of wings was all that announced the mothfolk, landing on the widest — and emptiest— street she could possibly find. Though she didn't think she was in any real danger here, at least not from the people, she wasn't in the sort of mood to land in a crowd and risking running someone over. No, that would be rude *And*Give them a legitimate reason to be angry with her.\n\nThe mothfolk herself was a rather strange looking being. At a respectable height of five foot nine, she certainly wasn't short, but perhaps wasn't quite tall enough to be remarkably so. She wasn't a small being by any means, however. Her wings made sure of that. They were rather remarkable things, even held so tightly into her body that only her forewings were visible. Said forewings were black crossed with lines of white. Even pulled in tightly, her wings were easily wider than the rest of her body at each side, effectively tripling the space she took up.\n\nShe couldn't help but be hyper-aware of this, especially as she made her way into the city square. It was a bit more crowded than she would have liked, but she supposed that this wasn't a bad thing. More people to bump into her most certainly, but it did improve the odds that she wouldn't be gawked at. Perhaps she'd earn a startled glance or two, but she did have a better chance of blending in.\n\nSpeaking of those who didn't quite blend in, Vhun's attention was rather quickly taken up by the sound of music. Antennae twitching, her eyes quickly traced their way to the center of the square, settling on Iona. A goliath. Interesting. And not a half-bad player on top of it. Vhun ruffled her wings back, folded her lower set of arms behind her back, and set about fighting her way to the center of the square. \n\nUpon arrival, the mothfolk settled to stand just out of the flow of foot traffic, listening with what she hoped was polite attention. One hand, her lower right, had unclasped to fish in her purse, tossing a coin into Iona's case. It seemed only polite if she was going to stand and listen.\n\nUp close, Vhun was perhaps a slightly unsettling creature. She didn't move at all, outside of the slight twitching of her antennae, and her eyes, which were dark and compound, did not appear to look in any particular direction. Her skin was a dark shade of gray, the only darker shade on her body being her eyes. A swathe of what appeared to be white fur broke this even tone, spanning from between her antennae down to what was best called a chin. She had four arms, two of which had folded behind her and two of which were rummaging in her bag. Her clothing was quite well made, consisting of a black jacket rolled up and buttoned at her elbows and a pair of similarly colored slacks. The clothing was quite androgynous, as was Vhun herself. In fact, save for a pair of thin antennae that one familiar with moths rather than mothfolk would associate with a female, there was nothing to indicate her sex. \n\nHer rummaging hands had settled on a book and stick of charcoal. It seemed rude to interrupt this player, but she did want to make certain she could communicate if anyone did bother her. She was, after all, sort of in the way."
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"author": "lona Eir Olafdottr",
"message": "*Iona keep a look at who all was around her since she never knew when someone liked to come and try stealing from her coins. She'd had ones when she was younger just steal out of her earned coins and run off laughing like it was just a normal thing. After having it happen a few times she learned to watch her surroundings more. A certain twitch of the hand, moving closer while looking like they were enjoying the music. Just signs that showed someone was going to strike.\n\nAnd sure enough someone did just that as they tried making a dash and grab of her case and coins. Iona was quick though as she made it seem almost like a part of the show by changing the tempo just a bit as she would swipe her case behind her with the coins before tripping up the thief. She said not a word to them but it was easy enough she was used to thieves trying to steal the coins. Letting the thief go was just her way of doing it since they didn't cause any harm, she simply got some glares from them was all.\n\nA few new faces it seemed in the crowd and some extra coins, it seemed to pay off for her as she finished the last few songs. She'd give a bow to thank the ones for watching.* \"Thank you for watching and enjoying the show today.\" *She felt better at seeing most of the people seemed more in a happier mood than before. Though the main one she noticed was a mothfolk. More of a rare race she'd seen during her travels but nothing she still hadn't. She didn't like their markings, and the wings always fascinated her. They seemed to do better fashion wise than herself. It always was interesting to see others unique styles and race. Though she knew herself she hardly fit in here with her tall stature, she was glad they had seemed to stay. Maybe she'd learn something new today? She might be untrusting but she was also still young so she still was curious enough about learning other races. She was a princess well exiled one, but still she should know something for her interaction with others.*"
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"author": "Vhun",
"message": "Vhun's eyes had now settled to trace around the square. It was really quite nice that few could tell where she was looking. She'd become quite good at avoiding tilting her head in the direction she was looking. A wide field of vision was something she was more than grateful for. It made examining those around her without looking rude a whole lot easier. Of course, her appearance was more than likely odd enough to earn stares anyway, so it wasn't as if she would have been out of line staring back.\n\nJust as her attention had slipped away from Iona, the commotion took place. Vhun's head, on instinct, swiveled in the direction of the falling thief. This was perhaps odd given that she'd been, to all appearances, looking that way already. As her head swiveled, her wings reflexively snapped half open. Her wingspan was quite impressive, more than her height again on each side. Her hindwings could now be seen. These hindwings were smaller and rounder than her forewings, and red-orange closest to her body, fading out to beige at the edges. A few black splotches were present at the edge of her wings, similar in shape to those on her forewings.\n\nHer wings were held open for only a moment, then slowly began to fold once more. This was a far slower than opening her wings, and it appeared that Vhun was making something of a show of it. This was a strategy to create space. She knew that people didn't particularly want to touch her wings, and this was to her benefit.\n\nThe goliath was looking at her.\n\nVhun's head tilted, all four of her shoulders rolling back. She was trying to look larger.\n\n*\"Hello.*\"\n\nThis was spoken in what Iona would most likely call \"Mothspeak\", a soft chittering click that was almost certainly friendly. The noise came from somewhere in Vhun's throat, no part of her visibly moving. She didn't expect to be understood, but didn't feel like writing quite yet."
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"author": "lona Eir Olafdottr",
"message": "*Iona was impressed by the mothfolks wings a strategy that really seemed to make them seem a lot bigger than they were. It seemed that maybe they got startled but the thief falling but they seemed okay otherwise. Iona still had not said anything to the thief and probably had there not been so many eyes on her she'd probably have made a worst threat than cursing them under her breath in her native tongue. \n\nShe would act proper most of the time but when not raised a complete princess she let the curses she'd learned come out at times when people were very rude. She would try to not be rude herself as she tried not to just stare but seeing the color of the wings and how they looked was memorizing to her.\n\nIona would try to be at least friendly as she gave a bit of a smile and nod. She sure couldn't understand what the mothfolk said but she guessed it was a type of greeting. Though not wanting to be a bother to anyone she'd kneel down and just start to collect the coins she'd earned and set her violin in the simple case made of animal skin sown inside out. She still thought it was something to not look like a princess you read in a book. Instead she seemed more like a savage.\n\nPushing one of her braids back as she got her coins in her leather pouch, she seemed to have made enough for a simple meal for the day. Not bad with what she got from selling pelts before. They were always the best sellers for winter type months to make warmer clothes. She would stand up as she looked at the few still around. The one still being the mothfolk, she didn't remember the last time she'd seen one but it was still rare to see them.* \n\n\"I hope you enjoyed the music, usually cheers most up to hear a few songs along the day.\" *Iona wasn't no famous bard but she still used her love of music to try and either tell a story or being some joy to a day. It had helped her feel better and some other around her as well.*"
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"author": "Vhun",
"message": "It seemed the crowd was clearing, and briefly, Vhun considered doing the same. However, politeness held her to her spot. She'd been acknowledged, and she had a feeling she wouldn't be able to slip away into the crowd and get away without it looking like a deliberate escape. Though she'd committed no crime, she had absolutely no desire to look suspicious. Slowly, Vhun opened and closed her wings once more. She never really could get it to feel just right when she folded them. It was a strange sort of unscratchable itch.\n\n\"Bootlace. Sixty-eight sheep up a tree.\" Vhun mused in response to Iona.\n\nIt wasn't like she could understand her anyway. Speaking nonsense was betterthan speaking nothing at all. Her tone at least gave the indication that she was saying something friendly and vaguely sincere. It bought her time to begin scrawling something in her little book. She was well aware that her tendency toward prolonged silence while she wrote tended to unsettle those who were used to more expressive faces. At least she wasn't staring down at Iona. Instead, Vhun found herself craning her neck up at the woman before her.\n\nHer lower set of hands, the ones that clutched the book and charcoal, were busy writing, Vhun's head gaining a very slight incline downwards. She made another soft clicking noise somewhere in her throat, her upper right hand giving a little gesture, apparently asking Iona to hold on a moment. The book was then passed up to her upper hands then turned to face Iona. Her lower hands set back about rummaging.\n\n*You are quite talented, and your music was lovely. You should be proud of your skill.*\n\nVhun's handwriting was neat, if a little bit loopy and cramped. The page was otherwise blank.\n\nHer lower hands had now pulled a small fabric sack free from her larger bag. The mothfolk looped the drawstrings, which appeared to be shaped in loop, around one wrist, her hands once more folding in front of her body."
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"author": "vrba_0475_._",
"message": "Ioan: *Iona would finish getting all packed before heading over to the mothfolk. She couldn't understand their language but didn't mean she had needed them to speak. Silence was something she was very used to. It didn't bother her and she liked it usually more than a crowd but she never seemed like it when she played. Instead she seemed as if she belonged in a crowd which was kind of true if she'd been a princess still and was still with her siblings. \n\nIona would still keep her distance a bit to let the mothfolk have room though being now the one more in the way they shouldn't have to worry about the wing space. She knew a little from the one she'd met before that wing space was a thing for them.* \"Sorry about the height difference, it unsettles most but I don't bite.\" *Iona was trying to just be nice for the time being not wanting to cause any problems.\n\nIt was always interesting to see how they had two sets of hands. To her it still was fascinating. She wondered if they had to think about what set to use or it just happened. Either way she would watch slightly but not stare ans seem rude.* \"No need to worry, I'm not exactly in a rush so take your time.\"\n\n*Iona would look at the little book as she read quietly what it said before giving a small smile.* \"I just enjoy making my own pieces, and getting to play them for others is nice. It makes me happy as well even if just one person heard it.\" *Iona though would still give a small bow for the compliment as she didn't hear it often, she just earned a few coins for it.*\n\n\"Your clothes are very pretty. Are you a noble or just good with a needle? Also if I cross a line do tell me. I tend to ask a few too many questions at times and some can be offensive to others. If I do I do apologize as I don't mean any harm in the questions. I'm still just young and curious about the other races we live with.\""
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"author": "lona Eir Olafdottr",
"message": "*Iona would bow as she was glad to have someone like her music, even if not as much as her own. Maybe someday she would meet someone else to play with. It was hard to do though when she never had a reason or stayed in a place for more than a few months.* \"Yes it is a nice way to spend the day, making and composing music does make me feel we more alive and peaceful.\"\n\n*Maybe it was a long shot, maybe they wouldn't want to do this if she asked but she kind of wanted to see if she could learn some Ivashi. It wasn't exactly easy to learn more languages but learning even a small part could always help.*\n\n\"You should be proud of your work, it's a lot better than what I could do.\" *Iona would gesture to her own dress that was very simple and sown with frayed ends. She didn't mind that it's how she looked but it was okay.*\n\n\"Well I think that sounds good with it canceling out. Will help us both get a fresh start?\" *Iona would smile as she didn't mind trying to start fresh.* \"Your name sounds very pretty. Can I ask if that's in your native tongue? And uh... Well this is maybe rude but would it be okay... Well could you say it in your native language and could you teach me a few words? I'm sure it is hard learn and I get that but it would be nice to uh... Try?\""
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"author": "Vhun",
"message": "Well. That was all that could be said about music, Vhun thought. They'd already looped around feeling twice by her count, and that was that. The mothfolk's antennae gave another twitch, her two hands not holding the book still idly picking at her pouch. She was thinking, trying to figure out what exactly she should say —or write, rather.\n\nRather than writing another thanks, one of Vhun's fingers simply traced under the previously written *'thank you'*. It was better to ignore any self-deprecation tacked onto the end of a compliment. Speaking more on it would just make things awkward. She was wretched at comforting others, especially those that didn't speak Ivashi. Another wave of her hand indicated her agreement in a fresh start. At least uncomfortable hurdlehad been overcome.\n\nAt her next words, Vhun paused. Did... She not realize that she *Was* Saying it in her native tongue? That was just her name. It wasn't like she bothered with trying to fiddle with it to be any more palatable for those without the same anatomy as she. The spelling was as far as she would go. If they didn't do the same for her, there was no reason to extend the same courtesy.\n\nRegardless, she simply repeated the name. The same humming buzz and pitched-up halt. It wasn't an unpleasant sounding name, Vhun thought. Her hands set back to writing once more.\n\n*That is my name. I must warn you, you do not have the right anatomy to speak Ivashi, but I suppose you could try. I would caution you, however, that it may simply be best to speak in the common tongue to other mothfolk. Most of us understand.*\n\nAt least those out in the world, Vhun thought. Running out of space, she turned the page.\n\n*What would you like to hear me say?*"
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"author": "lona Eir Olafdottr",
"message": "*Iona would drop some of what she was saying before. Though the idea of learning still seemed nice to her. She wanted to keep learning since she only was able learn what little from books and than just experiences in the first.\n\nIona would listen to their name again as she tried to think of how it try saying it. Once giving it a moment before she would try to actually make the name. It sure was a fail but she enjoyed the trying of it. Maybe she could still learn a few words, at least a greeting.*\n\n\"Oh, that is harder than I thought but honestly I didn't botch your name too badly. I do like how it sounds in your language and even if it's not the same as common I do like the sound... Uh... I know this again a lot to ask but uh... Could you say a sentence in your language as well? I might never be able to tell speak your language but a greeting in it does always make others feel as if they are respected.\" *She would smile as she wanted to try and would be nice to do.\""
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"author": "Vhun",
"message": "Vhun rolled her upper set of shoulders back once more, this time holding them back. This lowered her wings even further. It was just a bit uncomfortable, but she did think that it made her look a little more relaxed. She was just a bit afraid of seeming hostile, especially given that she had a feeling this one was just a little insecure with herself. Sometimes, Vhun wished she could smile. Her mouthparts, which were tucked beneath the front facing-portion of her head, idly shifted. The tip of one palp could be seen idly moving beneath her head.\n\n*I have an organ in my throat that you do not. Your efforts are not the issue, simply your anatomy.*\n\nThe tip of her pencil tapped against the page. It had been a valiant effort on the part of Iona, but it was still a rather bad pronunciation. Not that it was any worse than most others who attempted to say her name. She thought for a moment. How could she express such a thing? The effort certainly was appreciated. She paused a moment, then drew a simple face.\n\n*:)*\n\nHer own attempts at a smile involving her true mouthparts had only proved to be apparently horrifying to those who had faces with lips and teeth. There was a good reason she kept her palps and proboscis held tightly to her head. Really, Vhun thought, it wasn't her who had the problem. Why was opening your face and showing off your protruding bone-bits friendly anyway? It was stupid. And it didn't matter for the moment. On to a greeting. \n\nThe mothfolk inclined her head at her Iona's next question.\n\n\"Hello, I am Vhun.\"\n\nShe spoke once more, placing an intentional pause between each word. Just like her name, the rest of her words seemed to come from deep within her throat, a series of buzzing, clicking sounds that to an untrained ear all likely sounded quite similar. Her name, at least, was potentially somewhat familiar to Iona. Vhun's hands had set back to writing.\n\n*I said \"Hello, I am Vhun\".*"
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"author": "lona Eir Olafdottr",
"message": "*Iona would watch their wings as she tilted her head. It didn't seem quite right.* \"If that isn't comfortable you can do what makes you feel comfortable. I'm sure for a mothfolk having them down isn't that way? It's always different for ones that can fly I'm sure and well a moth doesn't fold them the same way a bird would. But maybe i am wrong.\" *She didn't know but she wanted to have a conversation with someone simply and she didn't need to have someone seeming comfortable in normal terms if they simply weren't comfortable that way. She had blocked the walkway to let them relax how they wanted to and not have someone run into them.*\n\nShe would read what they said as she supposed it made sense, it was sad she couldn't greet them in their language but it would be rude to mess it up as well.* \"Well... Even if I can't fully do it I would still like to learn or try if you are okau with it? If not I will keep from trying to mess it up.\" *She would give a smile as she did still enjoy trying it and was glad it didn't seem to be bad with the small mess up.*\n\n*She would listen to the sentence as she tried to listen to the sounds ans what each might do if she had tried to say it.* \"Your language really sounds amazing and beautiful. Oh hello has a nice ring to it in your language. A lot better than it does in Goliath. It's a lot more of a harder sounding language.\""
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"author": "Vhun",
"message": "Vhun shrugged all four of her shoulders, taking the opportunity to roll her shoulders forward and fold her wings once more. Maybe taking up less space was less threatening anyway. It at least was a tad more comfortable. Keeping ones shoulders pushed so far, especially with her bag looping 'round her shoulders, did tend to get uncomfortable.\n\nThough her face did not show up, a vague feeling of dismay had crept over the mothfolk. So she was persistent. It really was fruitless, Vhun thought. She could spend the rest of her day, or the rest of her week for that matter, attempting to teach Iona and she would still not be correct. It was like trying to teach a mouse to fly. Effort could not take the place of wings.\n\nShe wasn't cruel though. If this was the choice Iona wanted to make, there was no point in utterly dashing her hopes.\n\nBy all means.\n\nHer three-fingered hand paused a moment before scrawling its next message. \n\nWhat does Goliath sound like?\n\nShe knew it wasn't malicious, but something about framing her language as something that just sounded nice was vaguely irritating. Perhaps, Vhun thought, she ought to teach her a few less than savory phrases. Perhaps she'd find those especially *Beautiful*."
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"author": "lona Eir Olafdottr",
"message": "\"I know I am not going to be able to learn your language and it's okay. But I will drop trying to learn it. I'm still learning so you have to uh... Just tell me if I pass a line.\" \n\n*She would shrug but they did seem more relaxed so that is all that really mattered to her. She could just let it go though for trying since was kind of rude. Though she did like sound of the language either way.\n\nIona would read the message as she would nod, thinking for a moment before she would decide to say Vhun name in Goliath. The name would come out rough sounding. The V blending into the H as the Un would drag out a bit more with the sound. Iona didn't use her native language a lot since it was less used with others.*"
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"author": "Vhun",
"message": "The mothfolk gave a slow nod. Unless she directly insulted Vhun's own lack of speaking skill, there was very little that she could do to actually offend her. Though she was quite certain she had less lived experience than Iona, she was beginning to think that she had thicker skin. Her head tilted. She wasn't sure if Iona had contradicted herself, or if she was simply stupid. She wasn't going to question it. Slowly, she gave a nod.\n\nA strange little click left Vhun as Iona spoke what was apparently her name. How had she landed on that? She was fairly certainly that a name was a name regardless of language of origin. Did their alphabet differ in some way? Or... The way that they spoke sounds? Perhaps there some some sort of misunderstanding as to that. Maybe that was why she'd asked Vhun to say her name more than once. Her hands set back to writing. Perhaps that was just how one who spoke Goliath would read her name aloud?\n\n*Why did you say it in that way? Does Goliath not allow for names to be spoken as they are?*"
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"author": "lona Eir Olafdottr",
"message": "*Iona would rub the back of her neck as she must have messed up their name more than she thought. It was so much different from common and it always sounded differently. Even her own had a different sound but she was trying.*\n\n\n\"Some letters are not the same sounding as they would in common. The roughness of the language just changes words more. I'm sorry if it didn't sound correct I was trying to make it sound correct.\" \n\n*Iona would rub her amulet a bit as she looked off towards some of the stands. Best to just stay talking in common.* \"Have you been a seamstress for a long time? Is there any like tips you know that help?\" \n\n*Iona would look back at them as she gave a small smile, trying to move on a bit from the awkwardness she was feeling with how the conversation was at times. Maybe she could learn a bit more about them without pushing it too far.*"
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"author": "Vhun",
"message": "Vhun was just a bit grateful for how impassive her face was in this moment. It wasn't only that she didn't want her own confusion to be as clear as it could have been, but also that she didn't want this woman to default to her as a source of emotional support. She was not good at that. She gave a few more long, slow-nods. She didn't want to be rude, but there was no point in being cruel.\n\n*All of my adult life, yes.*\n\nShe didn't want to admit that she'd only been considered an adult for three years. Though that was perfectly acceptable by the standards of creatures such as Iona, anyone who knew anything about mothfolk would realize that this placed her at just about thirteen years old. She gave Iona a moment to read her writing, then turned the book back to herself and continued writing.\n\n*What problems are you having?*\n\nHer clothing just looked old and worn through. That wasn't really fixable with skill, save for the tears in the hem of it. Vhun's gaze had settled on the amulet around Iona's neck. Interesting."
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"author": "lona Eir Olafdottr",
"message": "\"So you been doing it for a few years. It seems like a good trade to learn. Do you enjoy doing it?\" \n\n*Iona was happy enough to move onto a different topic as it was something she did like seeing since there was so many different styles that others had done before. She couldn't of course do much for her own style but that was more just because they needed to be durable for long use and able to be free enough to hunt without it hindering her.*\n\n\"It's not exactly problems I'm facing its more I'm really bad at keeping my thread from being far apart or I'm snapping it because I made it too tight. I don't know how to exactly fix my habit of doing that. Might just not be cut out for making clothes. I'm better with a knife or my violin usually.\"\n\n*She would look over at some passing people as she kept rubbing her amulet. It wasn't much just a flat stone carved with an intract design held up by a braided leather cord. It was worn from her constant rubbing on it and gave off a small glow. The place were her familiar resided in.*"
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"author": "Vhun",
"message": "Rather than wasting paper on such a simple answer, and because Vhun could not be bothered to dig out the appropriate card, she simply nodded, setting down her pencil and using her newly free hand to gesture to her coat and slacks. Even if the interior of the jacket, which Vhun thought was the prettiest part, couldn't be seen, it still was quite nice looking. Clearly she liked her job if she put in this much effort.\n\nHer head slowly gained another tilt. It seemed like she'd identified both problem and solution in one sentence. The mothfolk gave another few pensive nods as she wrote. \n\n*To me it sounds as if you need to measure both thread and stitch. I do recommend prioritizing neatness over speed. If you do need a mend in the future and happen to be in the capital, please do seek me out.*\n\nThere was no point in further attempting to give directions to her place of work — which also did happen to be her home address. She knew she stood out, and asking around for a minute in the shopping district would help her more than Vhun could by writing.\n\n*Neither of those things are bad to be skilled with.*\n\nVhun herself was skilled enough with a knife and lute, but was by no means a skilled combatant. She was, however, winged, and there was something to be said for evasion. Her gaze was still on the amulet. How interesting."
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"author": "vrba_0475_._",
"message": "Ioan: \"I suppose you are probably right, I might need to measure both more. I am not one that is patient with a needle. I rather be done with it quickly.\" *Iona was okay with saying that she had no patience with a needle. It was nice seeing someone else's talent though with such a thing.*\n\n\"Your a very amazing seamstress, I can see you put a lot into your own designs and it has paid off spendedly. May I ask what part you are most proud of with your design? I know some say the jewels one might add or the way the colors match. But I'm sure you have one part you are most proud off.\"\n\n*She would nod as she thought of going to their place, it would be easier but was also one place she couldn't go herself.* \"If I ever male it to the capital I will be sure to seek you out, even if not to mend something but to see your place. I have yet to see any capital just villages around different capitals.\" \n\n\"I spend most of my year in the forest so being skilled with a weapon is needed. Plus I find many good furs that seamstresses like to use during the winter months. If you ever are looking for something I can maybe find you one.\" \n\n*Though not all cared to use furs all the time the few winter months did help for sales, especially since she knew where to hit to not damage a pelt so she had usually a good pelt when it came to selling them. Callused hands from bow and violin alike, she wouldn't look like a princess and she didn't really feel like one either. Eventually she would just travel and be a musician, she had no home to go back to anyways. Though she would still rub her amulet, the small glow was a warmth that came from her familiar trying to comfort her. She didn't let them out during the day as a fire cat usually drew attention she didn't want to have.*"
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"author": "Vhun",
"message": "The mothfolk's wings gave a little buzz, one that could either be interpreted as happiness or irritation, depending on how Iona had elected to read her face. Her antennae gave a little twitch as she thought, one hand tapping the end of her pencil against her book. She really was running out of space. She rubbed the heel of her hand across her previous writing.\n\n*Of this? The fit of the coat. For my wings and arms.*\n\nShe slid the pouch held in her lower set of hands back into her bag. She was half-tempted to unbutton her jacket to show the dyed interior, but held off. Such an action was potentially a bit rude, especially given that her shirt beneath was not the most modest thing. It was designed to be more of an undergarment to both avoid the slightly rough fabric of her jacket rubbing on her bare skin and to keep the jacket from looking lumpy.\n\nInstead of unbuttoning the jacket, Vhun simply gave a quick look around, then turned, spreading her wings. The back of the jacket, now that it wasn't hidden by those wings, was just a bit more complex than it had appeared to be. Rather than a solid back, a row of buttons parallel to Vhun's shoulders held a slender strip of fabric in place between her wings. It appeared that this was able to be unfastened to make the removal of her wings a bit easier, given that she now had a wide opening to pull them through rather than a pair of slits. Aside from the modifications for her wings, the jacket had a second pair of shoulders and two sets of pockets at slated heights, apparently for both sets of hands.\n\nShe spun back around and refolded her wings after a minute, giving a little humming click that perhaps made it clear she was rather pleased with herself.\n\nBack to writing.\n\n*What do you hunt?*\n\nShe was curious now. Not all fur was of the same value, but she was more than interested in purchasing good fur.\n\n*I would be interested in buying some, which is why I ask.*\n\nThis was scrawled quickly, almost as an afterthought."
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"author": "lona Eir Olafdottr",
"message": "\"Oh that is quite amazing how you were able to make such a jacket. I would be proud of that type of work too. Your wings are exquisite as well, I haven't seen wings like yours before but I also have not met more than a few mothfolk before.\" \n\n*She would have tried to notice as much details of the jacket as she could before she couldn't see it anymore. It really was great to see such an amazing artist with a needle.* \"You have it so you can easily remove your wings and than some extra pockets.\"\n\n\"Oh I hunt anything, a rabbit, fox, squirrels, sometimes bigger game like deer, bear. I have hunted most of it before so I can go for anything you want for a fur. It might take a few days to get though.\" *She would shrug as she didn't mind taking requests on what to get. It just took time to find a mark. She would hold up a hand for a moment as she thought for a moment. Digging in her own bag before she would pull out a notebook. They could use it if they wanted to as she would hold it out.*"
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"author": "Vhun",
"message": "Vhun nodded along as she spoke, now moving to fold her lower set of arms behind her body. She wasn't fond of simply letting her arms hang at her sides. Without the ability to use her face to express interest, she thought letting her arms hang limply was about the equivalent of standing there slack-jawed.\n\n*Thank you. I suppose we have more wings than most. And more colorful as well.*\n\nIona had pretty much hit the nail on the head with restating what Vhun had showed her. The mothfolk was getting the feeling she'd better start finding a reason to get out of here. They were quickly running out of things to talk about. At least a request for fur would potentially provide her an avenue to leave. It wasn't that she wasn't enjoying the conversation, but rather that she didn't want to run out of subjects — or pages— and leave Iona with an impression of awkwardness.\n\n*Rabbit, squirrel and ermine are what I find the most market for. Warmer months are coming though, so the demand is a bit limited.*\n\nIt wasn't that there wasn't demand for the fur of foxes and bears, but rather that it did not exist among most of Vhun's customers. Such things were expensive, and the majority of her customers were not wealthy enough for her to buy anything made of fur at a price where she'd turn a profit.\n\nHer head noticeably tilted down to look at the notebook. Why was this being offered? She lifted the book, thumbing through the empty pages, apparently showing her that she was fine. She had about twenty or so remaining."
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"author": "lona Eir Olafdottr",
"message": "\"They are very colorful and it's quite nice to see them. But I'm sure you will need to be going soon. I will need to head back as well. Don't want to let my mother worry about me being out too long.\"\n\n*Iona was glad to have gotten this conversation with the mothfolk. It was new to her and a lot of fun she thought. But she couldn't say for sure if it had been for the other.*\n\n\"Well if you ever are in town in the afternoons I am usually bring in my catch after I have cleaned them and gotten the fur pelts all spiffied up. And yeah I know the warm months will make it slow, hopefully get some of that warm fur to hold on?\"\n\n*She would shrug as she didn't know, she knew they would keep but understood the demand became harder to sell laster.* \n\n\"Ah my bad, you just seemed like you were running out. My bad for not understanding and simply assuming. But if you want to get some pelts just come here during the afternoon for some or you can make a request.\""
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"author": "Vhun",
"message": "The mothfolk gave her wings another little twitch, her palps partly unfurling from her face as she relaxed. This was potentially a rather strange sight for one that wasn't accustomed to the biology of a mothfolk, as to all appearances, she'd just lowered a pair of jointed appendages that could potentially be mistaken for a finger from what Iona would more than likely consider to be her chin. These were pulled back up just as quickly as they'd lowered.\n\nVhun set back to writing.\n\n*I shall make a trip specially to buy from you, but I too must get a move on. I do not like to fly in the dark.*\n\nThis was a lie. She loved flying in the dark. The opportunity to scare the odd traveler on the road with a low pass overhead was an added bonus. A pause, her fingers curling under the page, as if making to flip back. She didn't, instead she simply redrew the symbol she'd thought to hunt for.\n\n*:)*\n\nVhun waved her hand.\n\n*Save any rabbit, squirrel or ermine if you happen to come by them for me. If it's not much trouble.*"
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"author": "lona Eir Olafdottr",
"message": "\"Don't worry I'm sure I can come up with some furs to keep on the side for you. I can always sell the meat for my days work. It won't be a trouble at all to save it.\"\n\n*Iona would smile as she was happy to just save some for them. It wouldn't be hard to do.*\n\n\"Ah well I thought mothfolks like the night but maybe not all of them do. But yes I understand wanting to get back before it's too late. It was nice meeting you. Thank you for not taking my mess ups too seriously since I am still learning.\"\n\n*Iona would gave a curiosity bow as she was thankful for them putting up with her. She would straighten again as she rubbed her amulet. It had been a nice chat with someone knew.*"
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"author": "Vhun",
"message": "Vhun gave another nod, not feeling the need to speak further. Her wings gave another half-stretch. She hadn't been ehre for all that long, but she was itching to get out of the city. There was nothing here she really needed anyway, and an interesting conversation was enough entertainment for one day either way. \n\nShe froze a moment at her next comment. So she had been half found out. Oh well. It was the best lie she'd been able to come up with on the spot. At the very least, it was clear that Iona also wanted to leave, and she would more than likely not be all too opposed to ending the conversation herself.\n\n*Don't worry.*\n\nThis was written rather small, in the corner of her page. She was saving space now.\n\nVhun froze for a moment as Iona bowed. That was odd. Perhaps it ought to be returned. Or was it a cultural thing? After a beat of hesitation, Vhun tipped downward into a strange little gesture that was somewhere between a curtsy and a cross-legged bow. Her wings half-opened, lower set of arms remaining tucked and upper set of arms still holding her pencil and book.\n\nThat was weird. Vhun cringed internally, and tipped her head down to write her final phrase.\n\n*Lovely to meet you. Take care.*\n\nWith that, she slowly turned around to walk away. Her wings slowly opened as she did. Perhaps she was getting ready to take flight, or perhaps she was just looking for more space."
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"author": "Wary",
"message": "Along the edge of the vast and dense Hyburn Forest sat a massive black figure, and at its feet were a small family of bunnies. This figure was a Scáthis, known as Wary, and currently they were feeding what looked to be like small treats of some sort to the woodland creatures. Many do not know what Scáthis are, and at first glance one could easily assume a Scáthis is an evil or malicious spirit. More often than not, this is not the case. Many, if not all Scáthis are friendly or at the very least neutral, and Wary was different. Currently, they were simply relaxing, crouched over and watching the animals curiously. They had no clothes, leaving their black, void-like skin exposed. They didn't seem to have any sort of reproductive or sexual organs, so anyone who saw Wary would have no reason to be embarrassed should they come close.\n\nGlowing red horns curled around where Wary's ears would be if they had any, and instead of two eyes on the front of their face, there was four fully red and pink eyeballs, similar to that of a spider almost. Wary was about 30 meters or so away from the trail along the edge of the forest, only so passersby wouldn't see her unless they were looking hard enough. The rabbits are Wary's feet were calm and happy, chewing on their treats and grooming themselves. It was around midday, the sun shining brightly and peaking through the canopy above onto the small clearing Wary was sat in. \n\nIt was peaceful, a calm and beautiful day. Birds were chirping and there was a light breeze to cool anyone off from the sun above. Wary was content. Wary was happy."
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"author": "Darby Wixx",
"message": "Walking along the trail, a small wanderer emerges from the thicket, her trinkets and such alike jingling every time she takes a step. Humming along to a soft tune, the traveler holds on to her backpack, her small horned lizard perched atop her shoulder. She gets distracted often, watching the birds and the butterflies fly around the tree tops with a soft smile on her face. She loved the forest, it was peaceful.\n\nAs she continues on, she spots a dark figure from the corner of her eye. After taking a better look, she made her way towards the being to get a closer look. As she approaches, she sees that the dark figure is crouching by some creatures. *The figure must be hunting for a meal.*\n\nAlarmed, she called out, *\"Oh please don't hurt them! They aren't harming anything! They're innocent!\"*"
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"author": "lunewyn",
"message": "*After taking a better look, she made her way towards the being."
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"author": "Wary",
"message": "Wary of course heard the small jingling noises from afar, but she was more preoccupied with the small creatures around her feet. She could feel eyes on her, and before Wary was able to turn to see who was approaching, the elven woman coming toward her shouted, causing the rabbits around her to scurry away. Wary frowned slightly, though her expressions were hard to read with no mouth or eyebrows. While she was crouched at first, Wary soon stood to her full height of eight feet tall and turned to face the elf. She tilted her head curiously, unsure why the elf chose to shout such things at her. \"Why would you scare them away?\" As Wary spoke, it was as if a hundred voices coalesced into one, men, women, children, elders. No one voice could be discerned as Wary's, but they still managed to come together to be understood clearly.\n\nNow at her full height, Wary slowly looked back toward the rabbits that had ran off, her expression now one of sadness. \"You've scared them.\" Wary then turned back to face the elf before walking towards her, her face now in full view. Her eyes and horns glowed a soft red and pink, almost as if they changed colors between the two in a pulsating manner. While she did step slowly, an eight full tall mass of black and nothing more would easily scare or frighten anyone, especially one who may not know that Wary was indeed a Scáthis."
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"author": "Darby Wixx",
"message": "With wide eyes, the wanderer followed the creature's body as it stood up. As she took a small step back, she tripped on a nearby rock, her trinkets making a ruckus. She wasn't paying attention to her surroundings, as she was too focused on the large creature and its odd voice. After a while, she spoke, *\"O-Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were hunting them, I thought you were going to hurt them. I didn't mean to alarm you.\"* She was a tad bit intimidated at how much more taller the creature was from herself.\n\nThe lizard atop her shoulder began to squeak, seeming to also be intimidated by the creature, hiding himself behind the curtains of his caretaker's hair."
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"author": "Wary",
"message": "Wary raised a staff that was resting on the tree nearest to her, aiming it toward the elf. It began to glow gently, green light emitting from it. Soon, the lizard atop the elf's shoulder's eyes began to glow the same, and rather than be scared and trembling it began to calm down. Wary tilted her head curiously at the lizard, never having seen anything like it. \"Is this your friend?\" Wary stepped closer, lowering her staff once more as the light began to fade before fully disappearing. Hearing the elf apologize, Wary seemed to frown. \"Why would I hurt them? They have done nothing to me?\"\n\nWary crouched down once more, only to see the elf from the their own height. Wary looked quite intimidating, but her calm and slow demeanor said otherwise. After a moment, Wary instead sat, cross-legged with her head tilted curiously at the lizard on the elf's neck. It was as if all Wary was interested in was the reptile."
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"author": "Darby Wixx",
"message": "Darby calmed down, seeing that the creature was not a threat, even though their physical stature seemed to say otherwise. *\"I just thought- nevermind.\"* \n*\"This is Boon, he's my friend. My companion,\" She continued.* The lizard squeaked, coming out from his safety behind Darby's hair at the mention of his name, watching the creature curiously.\nAs one of his socks had fallen off from her fall, Darby bent down and retrieved the small piece of clothing and put it back on her lizard's foot. Boon replied with an appreciative hum and licked his best friend's cheek.\n\n*\"Do you want to meet him?\"*Darby asked, holding her arm out for her pet to climb towards the mysterious creature. The creature was kind and despite her first thoughts, Darby rather liked them."
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"author": "Wary",
"message": "Wary nodded to the elf's answer, her eyes tilting curiously toward the lizard. As she and the lizard locked eyes, Wary reached her arm out for the creature to walk onto, before looking to the elf, \"What is it?\" Of course Wary knew it was a lizard, but she had never seen one so large or that looked like Boon did. Wary had always wished to see all the creatures she could in the world, but had always lingered around Hyburn Forest. Only out of fear, of course. Not many understood what exactly Wary was, the elf before her was a great example of that. \"The lizards here are much smaller. Why do you clothe it?\""
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"author": "Darby Wixx",
"message": "With a smile, she explained. *\"I'm honestly not quite sure what he is. He gets cold easily, like me.\"*\nDarby urged Boon to walk forward onto the creature's arm. *\"Go on, little one,\" She cooed.* \nThe small clothed lizard squeaked and continued to walk down Darbys arm onto the creature's.\nOnce Boon was settled on the strange creature's Darby lowered her arm, her trinkets jingling. *\"So uhm, what's your name? I'm Darby,\" She asked with a small smile.\"*"
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"author": "Wary",
"message": "\"The cold always hurts. Makes my insides ache.\" Wary agreed strangely, though her eyes remained on Boon. As the lizard crawled onto Wary's arm, she brought her face up close to it, her four eyes blinking slowly, almost as if she were studying the poor lizard. Hearing the elf finally offer her name, Wary looked away from Boon to respond. \"Darby. I am Wary. Do all elves carry so many items and.. *Jinglies* With them?\" Wary didn't know much about other races, but the trinkets that seemed to chime each time Darby moved confused her a bit. All she knew about elves was they were tall and fancy, but this was seemed different. Did she not learn correctly? \"You are also short. Elves are tall. Why are you short?\" \n\nIf Darby hadn't picked it up already, Wary struggled a bit with manners. If a question popped into her head, she asked it. Knowing whether or not that question would hurt someones feelings or be awkward wasn't a thought that ever popped into the Scathis's head. Knowledge was knowledge. Before Darby could answer, Wary looked back to Boon and reached out with her free hand to touch the top of his head gently."
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"author": "Darby Wixx",
"message": "Darby cracked another smile, understanding why Wary was asking so many questions. They were curious just like she herself was. *\"Hello Wary! Interesting name, I love it! And no, usually not. You see, I don't have a home, I'm sort of a wanderer. I carry my belongings with me,\"* Darby explained, doing a little twirl to show Wary her various 'jinglies.' \n\n*\"Well you're very tall, Wary. I haven't met many elves before so I wouldn't know how tall many of them are.\"* Darby watched Wary and Boon's interaction with a kind smile. Her lizard didn't often meet other beings and when he did, he was always frightened. It was nice to see him so comfortable with someone he just met. This was a good sign to Darby. *\"Are you traveling anywhere Wary?\"* She asked. For some reason, Darby felt the urge to be gentle with this new creature, a bit more calmed down from her usually busy-bee like state."
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"author": "adopted_dolphin",
"message": "A careful composure returned Vierna back upright after her brief stumble, for a time distracted by the view of an open land heading for Hyburn! She knew they weren't far now, that which the map ironically alerted her to. Still, clearly she had interest in the possible response of the Dryad. Vierna had spilled her tale otherwise truthfully, though lacking in the more damning details. It wouldn't be intentional, truly more a mechanism to avoid those frustrating thoughts against her Family.\n\nThe closeness with the Dryad seemed casual, the private space of the Dryad gradually lessening through every honest word that Vierna spouted. Perhaps she had been one of the first to get this close in a long time, but she wouldn't waste it with a keen inspection of the variety of leaves and Humanoid features that only seemed to offer more detail up close. The Drow took her time with it, casually so, perhaps not expecting that more curious and open reply from Midelia. \n\nThe new questions she asked seemed to cause a perk of Vierna's white brow, a surprised smile soon pondering as she considered her next words closely. Oh, that eager Tree-Hugger. \n\n\"I told you. Troubled History. They want to remain in the past, and I want to look ahead. They're not dead to me, Midelia. Neither am I denounced by them. They know little of what I think..\" Vierna explained while slowly folding her arms.\n\nThe Drow paused for a moment, arms crossed as she reflected on her own words. For a second she would get tense, defensive to the Dryad's notion of Nobility as a system of simple greed. For her Family history, it seemed fair; though failed to mention the more Liberated Kingdoms. Clearly, Midelia had bias of her own. Atleast, that's what Vierna thought.\n\n\"We're getting closer, it looks like.\" The Enchantress added calmly, clearly intent on dragging the topic away.\n\nThe Drow saw the gradual distance between them as a simple sway of movement, the setting of grass and keen shrubbery not always offering the best time to keep close to company. Whatever the case, the idea that destination would be close filled her keen with glee! Nature was always an interesting sight, but for the more social creature that was Vierna, she so desired meeting new faces. \n\n\"Oh, so now we're bullying the lost one.. I see how it is..\" Her tone suddenly serious, an equally serious appearing pout on the Drow's expression. She would hold out well, that serious look all too serious until it just wasn't. Composure breaking, Vierna broke out into a chuckle and a fair smirk in kind. \n\n\"Tst.. Hah, of course I can handle it! Well, maybe for another hour or so.. I hope they have a good Inn there.\" The Drow muttered along, at moments with a smile then others a dramatic huff. Vierna wasn't expecting anything remarkable from Hyburn, no, but a good room was all she needed.\n\nIn terms of her attire, her fanciful adventurer's get-up seemed to catch some scrapes of dirt along their path. Still, the fitted travel leggings seemed suited to the adventure. Her boots, better yet.\n\nSeemingly unaware that her wit had not been accounted for by the more.. Socially challenged Dryad, Vierna would struggle to potentially remedy it by the closed nature of her Fey acquaintance. The Drow sat in silence for a moment, lost to the sights and very prospect of civilisation ahead. It would be the words of the Dryad that caught her interest, clearly amused. \n\n\"Well.. There isn't one kind of City. The ones I'm used to in Lazaroth has all kinds of ventures. Shops, Taverns, Brothels... Tightly guarded and quite dangerous. The Wolves Den, most call the lands. Well, In Findara..? I'm just as much a stranger to it as you..\" The Drow replied, leaving a moment to ponder on the City herself before adding: \"But I doubt it's anything like Lazaroth. Here, everything is alot more.. Different? Not even slavery is allowed here, I've heard.\" \n\nSpoken as if slavery was a perfectly normalised industry to her, the Drow would perk an interested look up to the Dryad again. \"Why, anyways..? You're not.. Thinking of entering yourself, are you?\""
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"author": "murender",
"message": "```Avoiding the question entirely, the dryad would seem quite nervous for a moment as she moves forth slowly her response would be no answer but a question in return. Her voice silent and rather introverted, yet this time with a lot more stuttering than usual clearly she knows she is avoiding the question entirely. Perhaps simply not wanting to answer or there might be more to it, who knows.```\n\n**W-well h-how were the c-cities in Laz-Laz-Lazaroth?**\n\n```Struggling with the word Lazaroth itself it was incredibly clear that the Fae had zero to no knowledge regarding how Lazaroth runs or exists, having most likely never been there and only hearing of it barely. It would be quite normal come to think of it being in the forests for centuries, and well coming from a different plane entirely it'd be strange if she had any knowledge on Lazaroth.```\n\n**Slaves?**\n\n```She'd add to it surprised not really expecting the shackling of people and the shackling of nature itself as well, a look of disgust would form on the fae-spirits face as she stares at the she-elf her face clearly cringing and uncomfortable at the mention of it. To Midelia slavery would be akin to controlling nature, while often it is used on sentient beings. They are still an extension of the majesty of Galadrial's nature itself.```"
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"author": "adopted_dolphin",
"message": "The Drow seemed quick to respond this time, the elevated stuttering causing her to blink in clear confusion. Soon, she would raise her hands infront of her, gesturing calmly as she offered a calm expression while in reply. \"Hey, hey.. Relax. This is not an interrogation, Midelia. You're safe..\" What seemed intriguing about her words would be the careful flutter of calm they would offer. No longer was it the more dominating tones found in her questioning previous. Instead, something clearly more soothing. Likely, something she learned in her Studies found by the faint flicker of magic that lingered at her fingertips. \n\n\"Let's.. Just.. Go there, okay? It's not far, like you said.\" Vierna hummed with a passive inspection of the Dryad, figuring the more she spoke of it the less this Dryad could muster the courage to actually go. It felt very taxing to deal with her, though clearly she knew little of Midelia's history being isolated in a Forest for years. Eventually her hands would lower, one subtle adjustment of her attire later and she'd return her focus on the destination ahead. Time to hurry, she imagined.\n\nShe had ignored the Dryad's comment on slaves due to her quick attempt to calm Midelia before, but it seemed some thoughts came to mind. Of course, for something so normal to her, the majority of those in these lands completely despised slavery and its legalisation. A topic of controversy that divided Lazaroth even after the Treaty, it only further spurred her belief that her Family succeeded in isolating her well. Vierna eventually mustered some words on the topic, particularly careful but clearly not interested in a debate on morals. That wasn't what she expected from the Dryad, regardless. \n\n\"Yes.. Slaves. I doubt we'll find any here. Where I'm from, it is a normal trade. We're nowhere near Lazaroth, if that's what you're worried of.\" Vierna offered reassuringly, soon however turning away to focus on the trip ahead."
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"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "Alongside Rikard was the tall, muscular and winged aasimar, Winrae Kaliyah. While hse was two inchest shorter than her crocodilian companion, she was still extremely tall all things considered. Clad in her usual golden armor, her helmet was missing from her head and instead sat almost as a center piece for the table they sat at. Just like Rikard, she wore the royal crest of Alynthi, and her long, curled fiery red hair flowed freely down the back of her armor, some even down the front of her chest plate. The tankard in her hand was still filled all the way, and she was currently idly moving her hand in a circular motion, causing the alcoholic liquid with in to stir gently. Winrae's mind was obviously elsewhere, but hearing Rikard mention her name, she flickered her glowing white eyes his way.\n\n\"Do not get my started on all the ladies that have tried to sneak into the castle for him. That announcement was out of the blue, which I still don't fully understand why to begin with.\" Her voice was a bit irritated at the entire thing, but she then followed up with a sigh, \"I don't think the prince is all too happy with me as of recent, so I'm avoiding him unless he needs me.\" Winrae rolled her eyes a bit at Rikard's grin, she turned to look at their other companion. Gesturing her head toward the knight, Winrae wished to change the subject from herself and the prince to something more current. \"What about you, hm? I still can't believe either of you would sign up for such a trivial thing as a tournament. Tsk.\"\n\nFinally, Winrae took a drink of her ale, downing the entire thing in one gulp before following up with an small *'ahhh'*. She had trained with Jeanne and Rikard a handful of times, but knew neither of them like close friends. When they roped her into tagging along for such a redundant thing as a competition of swordsmanship, Winrae begrudgingly agreed. Now here she was, a prince angry at her and out watching people duel knowing she could beat them all. Trivial."
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"author": "Lady Jeanne Lebout",
"message": "*Jeanne, donning her lightweight armor, walked the streets of Hyburn with her gloved hand resting on the hilt of her sheathed sword. Free hand reaching up underneath her short hair, she brandished the silver cuff on her \"Pointed\" Ear while her emerald-green eyes flickered from one side of the cobblestone road to the other. In search of something specific, her eyes were caught on the sight of a tavern. Grinning ear-to-ear, Jeanne quickened her step and, without a hint of hesitation, swung open the door and stepped inside.*\n\n*Door shutting behind her, she surveyed the inside, enjoying the sight of patrons exchanging stories and chugging ale. It was a fantastic sight, one that Jeanne often joined in. Unfortunately, however, her emerald-green eyes settled on the two familiar knights that occupied a table. Her grin waned significantly, a stone cold face replacing her joyous look from moments before. Knocking back kegs seemed impossible now since realizing the two Alynthi knights that certainly knew of her.* \"Damn...\" *Murmured the woman, wondering if she could slip back outside.*\n\n\"Tsk.\" *The young knight exhaled a heavy sigh before reluctantly approaching, eyes flickering from Winrae to Rikard. Neither were close friends nor did either know of her secret. And she hoped to keep it that way. Jeanne, because of her wariness towards Rikard, took her seat beside Winrae, giving a slight nod to the two.* \"Greetings.\"\n\n*She sealed her lips for the moment, listening quietly as the two exchanged words with one another. After hearing Rikard go on about Winrae and her... Attempts, all Jeanne could do was stifle her chuckle.*\n\n*Winrae pointed out the tournament, an event that Jeanne was genuinely looking forward to. Kicking ass and showing her strength was tantalizing, so how could she pass up the opportunity? Nevertheless, she shrugged her shoulders in response to Winrae,* \"I'm eager to win a tournament. Need some practice anyways.\" *Anne smirked,* \"Anyway, I was hoping to have a duel between us Winrae... Been a while since we've last sparred. I've grown significantly since then.\" *A duel with someone that taught her how to hold a sword like a knight definitely interested her. Sadly, it seemed she was unwilling.*\n\n*Nonetheless, Jeanne turned her attention to Rikard, grin still resting on her weathered lips.* \"Though, I wouldn't mind a duel between us. It'd *Certainly* Be close. Probably.\" *It was apparent she thought highly of herself, an overinflated ego that only ballooned as the days past.*"
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"author": "Sir Rikard Van Dahl, Fulminatus",
"message": "*Rikard continued to dump another tankard in the waiting maw that was his mouth, then wiped with his arm after a sharp exhale. The situation at the castle had been quite hectic lately indeed. There was something to be said for discretion in dealing with noble ladies, but he'd never been the kind of man to really care about who they were. Some were getting really desperate...*\n\n\"Oh, I can bet. The announcement, though, I know why that was. The guy wants to get married, I think we can hardly fault him for that. If you wanted to get married, and you could keep a criminal in your trap by announcing it too, you'd make an announcement like that too.\" *He chuckled, a low rumbling sound that reverberated inside his throat, much louder than it had any right to be considering that he was in humanoid form. The sound much more reflected the crocodile he could become than the man he appeared to be at the moment.*\n\n\"I've been doing all right. I arm-wrestled an orc woman, beat her pretty soundly. Then she wanted to wrestle me for real, and I beat her soundly again. I think I smashed the floor of one of the Hungry Wolf's bedrooms. I didn't want to do it where I could cause *More* Property damage in the bar.\" *He reminisced, reaching for another cup. Clearly, he was not afraid to dig in and drink.*\n\n\"Hey, Jeanne. Welcome to the party.\" *He chuckled as the white-haired woman made her presence known with a few remarks that could not have been better comedy if she had tried. Little elves making boasts were certainly nothing to worry about.* \n\n\"And as for tournaments, Jeanne's right. They're fun! I get to go in with my mace, enroll in the melee, beat some knights bloody, and come out on top.\" *He grinned.* \"What's not to like? I rarely get to have some enjoyment.\""
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"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "\"Just what sort of wrestling *Were* You doing then, Rikard? Smashing up a bedroom with some orc woman is not a good look, crocodile.\" Winrae was of course teasing Rikard, but his words were easily torn apart to allude to more *Intimate* Goings on between he and the orc woman he supposedly beat. Winrae wouldn't put it past him however, that smile could bring in many a lady if he wished to. Looking over to Jeanne, Rikard and her speaking of the tournament only caused the paladin to roll her eyes once more. *Everyone* Knew Winrae was a mighty warrior. She didn't need a tournament to confirm that.\n\n\"As I said, trivial.\" Winrae snorted a bit to the talk of the tournament, but as Jeanne dared to challenge the paladin, Winrae couldn't help but raise an eyebrow her way, her fiery red hair practically lighting ablaze with soft movements as she did so. It was no secret, the paladin's boastful and prideful nature. Winrae *Knew* She was the best, which is why she simple didn't need a tournament to prove it. But Jeanne's words intrigued her quite the bit. Not once had the elven woman beat Winrae. Rikard had come close, but that could be attested to the strength within him, what with being a shapeshifter and all. She wondered if either of them had heard of Winrae practically taking the head off of the prince a few days ago in a sparring match...\n\nFrowning a bit, Winrae glanced over to Jeanne with a playful but serious look. \"I tell you what, Jeanne. You beat me in a simple game of dice and I'll enroll in the tournament. Sound fair?\""
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"author": "Duke Wyberg Telidos",
"message": "*At that moment a well dressed man entered the tavern, followed by an aid who was reading off a whole list of various administrative tasks relating to the tournament. It was clear he was mildly irritated by the aid, and after answering a few questions he put his hand up, asking,* \"Henrick, please, let me eat some lunch in peace. I'll attend to that this afternoon, but for now I've been working all day and need a break.\" \n\n*The aid gave a slight bow walked out the door. Obviously relived the Duke looked around the crowded tavern. Obviously it was the lunch rush, so there weren't many empty seats. Seeing one near a group of knights bearing the Royal Arms of Alynthi, he walked up and said politely,* \"I do hope it's alright if I sit here, everywhere else is occupied. I suppose it's part of the price one pays inviting this many people for a tournament.\""
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"author": "Sir Rikard Van Dahl, Fulminatus",
"message": "\"Honestly? It was real, actual wrestling.\" *He spread his arms in an open and honest gesture, though the grin never quite left his mischievous face.* \"I kid you not. This orc woman actually wanted to wrestle me. And we actually wrestled. There's nothing more than that! She got really mad at me after I won. I could have kept egging her on, but I kind of felt like that would be a waste of my time.\"\n\n*He leaned back with the side, rubbing his chin with a gauntleted hand.* \"You know what your problem is, Winrae? You always think we're trying to show off. I'm not trying to show off here. I'm trying to have some fun. There's a subtle difference, but it's there. How often do you get the chance to really go nuts on other knights? If I started swinging my mace around at commoners, it wouldn't be a real battle. I'd just be killing innocents. Here, I can have a real battle without being a criminal. It's fun!\" *He punctuated the statement with another tankard of ale, which he drew close as he listened to the offer between Jeanne and Winrae. His eyes alit with curiosity.*\n\n\"You better beat her at that, Jeanne, I want to see Miss High And Mighty in the tournament she keeps calling trivial.\" *He snickered. At the sight of the duke, he propped himself up and gave a friendly but joking salute.*\n\n\"No, I think you got to be at least seven tall and a human to sit at this table. I'm sorry, pal, but you look like you're out of luck.\" *The statements were obviously in jest, and Rikard pulled out a chair for the man.* \"I hope you like... What do you call it all the time, Winrae? Crass humor.\""
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"author": "Lady Jeanne Lebout",
"message": "*While Rikard explained his enlistment for the tourney, Jeanne nodded her head, silently agreeing with his words. It was rare to be entertained, especially when most fights turned into a life-or-death scenario. Nonetheless, Winrae seemed overconfident in herself, a foolish notion that Jeanne wanted to disprove. Turning her attention away from the conversation, she looked around, thirsting for an ale. Jeanne, however, vaguely overhead the conversation exchanged between the two knights, her head practically whipping back towards Rikard and his involvement with an orc.*\n\n\"Huh... Never thought you'd get involved with others.\" *Jeanne's green eyes flickered from Winrae to Rikard, a faint grin resting on her dry lips. Talk of the tournament was brought up again and her challenge for Winrae drew her curiosity.* \"Though, if you're afraid to lose face, I won't blame you.\" *Jeanne smugly shrugged her shoulders, her armor clinking together. Rikard made his statement about the unwilling knight, one that Jeanne honestly agreed with.* \"Need to let loose sometimes. Knock some sense into cocky mercenaries and footsoldiers. Show them what real might and talent looks like.\" *Alas, it seemed like Winrae wasn't the most convinced.*\n\n*Finally, the woman offered a deal; dice for enrollment.* \"And if I lose, I'll do whatever you wish... Though, you better start preparing for that tournament.\" *Two egotistical knights squared off in a simple game of dice. What could go wrong besides, well, literally everything? As Jeanne caught the image of the barkeep, a sudden newcomer came to take their seat at the table.*\n\n*Attention slinking away from the duke, Jeanne called over the bartender and ordered a tankard of mead. Her eyes turned back to the occupants of her table,* \"Have any dice on you, Winrae?\""
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"author": "Sir Rikard Van Dahl, Fulminatus",
"message": "\"Hey, who said I was involved, Granny Lebout? I told the gods' honest truth.\" *He held up his hand in a mock oath.* \"I did not in any way become romantically involved with that orc woman. She wrestled me, I won, she got mad and left. Nothing else to it.\" *The truth was exactly what he had said, but the persistent smile on his face might suggest otherwise. It was quite funny that sometimes when one lied, the truth came out, but when you were honest, no one believed you. It was all in the expression, he supposed.*\n\n\"Hey, careful there, that's a bit cocky of you. You remember Winrae's never done anything but beat your ass, right? Saying it like that makes me think you've been there before. Give the woman some respect here. She's got the edge on you.\" *He chuckled as Jeanne threw mud in the face of the Aasimar verbally. There was no way Winrae was taking that lying down.*\n\n\"Well, you could say that knocking some sense into mercs is why we do it.\" *Rikard nodded slowly.* \"But honestly? I just like fighting. The feel of it, the bones crunching under the mace. It's not the greatest thing about me, but... I mean, can I stop myself from feeling that way? Best I can say is that I'm trying to actually use that for a good purpose.\"\n\n*As for the dice game... He simply sat back and observed, waiting for the result.* \"That... Is such a terrible bet, Jeanne. You lose either way.\""
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"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "\"Crass humor indeed.\" Just as Winrae was about to pull out a pair of die, the words that suggested the aasimar was afraid to duel, Jeanne of all people, crashed into Winrae's ears like a ton of bricks. Flickering her now increasingly glowing eyes the elven woman's way, she scoffed, nearly in disbelief at how Jeanne could insult her in such a way. While there was still that air of playfulness between the three of them, Jeanne had crossed a fine line with Winrae, one that the paladin believed she'd regret crossing to begin with. \"Tell you what, Lebout. To Infernum with the die.\" Winrae placed the die back into her pouch before settling those fiery eyes back on Jeanne once more. Addressing Rikard, her eyes never left the elf's, and they both were blazing like meteor's as they burned through Jeanne's blue-green hues.\n\n\"Oh, don't worry Rikard, perhaps she's simply forgotten. Who knows, it could be the amount of times she's been beaten has affected her memory.\" While Winrae was still being somewhat playful, both Jeanne and Rikard would know very well to insult the Winged Stag was to ask very simply for a death sentence for most. She's practically killed tieflings over it on more than one occasion. While she's never try to kill either knights over something so trivial, she'd surely leave a mark, quite literally on anyone close to her who insulted her. Take Winrae's sister Essme for example, who dared defy her wishes only days before, resulting in them both clashing with one another.\n.\n\nHearing the tail end of Jeanne's bet, Winrae rolled her eyes. \"You do that anyways, Jeanne.\" The paladin finally let out a gentle chuckle, bringing down the level of intensity she portrayed moments before. Turning her eyes toward the newcomer, Winrae bowed her head respectfully. \"Of course, Duke Telidos. Somehow you've managed to rope in some of Alynthi's best royal knights, so I'm sure you're in for quite the show, as well as your paying onlookers.\" The aasimar gently stretched her pure white wings, but not enough to bump anyone or any other table with the slightly cramped tavern. Her white eyes occasionally would bounce back to Jeanne, making it obvious those words of insult were still at the forefront of her mind.\n\n\"I do not fight to knock sense into people, you both know that. I fight for Kamara and Kamara alone, though coming across the occasional loudmouth and insuring he's loud no longer can be quite entertaining. Nothing beats the fools who try to run realizing I have wings, for me however.\" Winrae shrugged a bit, scratching her chin idly as she recalled one too many times bandits or fugitives trying to flee, only to be swooped down upon by the mighty aasimar. \"Anyways, how goes the plans for the tournament, my lord? I do hope all's going smoothly.\""
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"author": "Lady Jeanne Lebout",
"message": "\"Sounded to me like you were involved, but if you say it's not true... Then, I guess it's not true.\" Jeanne shrugged it off, teasing the knight who she was so wary of. Foolish? Definitely. Stupidly dangerous? Also definitely. But it was in her nature to mock and—somewhat—bully others, often twisting their mannerisms on its head. Nonetheless, she was already in a world of danger with the aasimar, having gone a bit off the deep end in her attempts to get her to join. Jeanne, however, didn't dare to remember the many other times the two have dueled, a complete defeat by the Winged Stag that sat right beside her, fueled by desire to wipe Ane's smug face. She was about to eat her words.\n\nCasting aside the die, Winrae agreed to join in on the tournament. A dangerous decision. \"I've improved my swordplay since then, I can promise you that.\" Jeanne glanced as the barkeep approached, tankard in hand before setting it down in front of the young elf. A face full of joy flashed on her face, but quickly waned. She slid the mead into her hand, she took a swig, downing a significant portion in only a few moments out of desperation. Or was it to ward off her bad decisions for pissing off the aasamir? Either way, it didn't mater as the elf slammed the tankard onto the table, splashing mead on her hands.\n\n\"Needed a bit of that...\" Jeanne murmured, wiping her wet lips with the back of her gloved hand.\n\nUpon hearing Winrae, Jeanne slightly frowned. \"Only sometimes...\" With that, she took another swig from the tankard while conversation turned to the Duke. The thought of knocking some heads was tantalizing for the Alynthi knight. Though Jeanne tried to enjoy her mead, the occasional white eyes of Winrae made her smirk. Jeanne was going to get her ass handed to her, sure, but she'd enjoy the upset aasamir till then.\n\n\"And I fight for Alynthi and its people, but you can't lie... Some people are just outrageously obnoxious.\" Jeanne could recall hundreds of obnoxious events, mainly from mercenaries who followed their own sense of direction. Funny how the ex-mercenary was dissing on her own people. Nevertheless, her eyes turned to the duke, wondering the same as Winrae. Surely the tournament would be close to finished, right?"
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"author": "Duke Wyberg Telidos",
"message": "*The Duke, while freindly enough, had obviously not enjoyed the details of planning the tournament. He offered a quick thanks as he took his seat, before responding to Winrae's question* \"The tournament? It's going smoothly enough, although my aides seem unable to perform the most simple tasks. I say find an architect to construct stands and stalls. Simple enough right? Go into town, and find an architect's shop. I even told him where several where. And he comes back asking questions about whether it should be oak or pine, whether we should have it on the left or the right side of the field, all while I'm trying to get some lunch. I've told him how I want it before who knows how many times, and he still asks.\" *He rubbed his forehead with frustration at the aid.* \"Other than that it's going smoothly. I just need a break from all the logistics. And some food. The good news is that we should be finished here in about a week. How about you all? I hear plenty of competitive talk, so I trust you'll represent Alynthi well.\" \n\n*He sat back in his chair, sipping a mug of water and looking around for whoever was going to bring the meal he had asked for in advance. It shouldn't be to long, and with how busy the tavern was he wasn't surprised it was taking a while.* \"You lot better be sure you're ready, because we got folk here from Dasvaz to Crasmere, and from Gantrick to Kishfire. Most of the Findarans are men I know, a few in my own retinue. All skilled and battle hardened. We have constant skirmishing with the Drogon to the west, and even though there hasn't been an attack in a few months, we have to stay vigilant even during a celebration like this. I'm sure you know what I mean.\""
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"author": "Lydia",
"message": "A young human would be in the jungles of Kandagulu, after having ran from Findara. The girl was hauling small and large pieces of wood, using vines from the jungle. The recent showers had made the wood too wet to be used for a campfire, so Lydia hauled it to a small clearing to let it dry in the direct sunlight, as she was cold and wet from the rains.\n\nShe was roughly halfway trough moving the wood when she saw a deer walk in the distance, seemingly enchanted by some noise that Lydia could just barely hear.\nHer hand was hovering over her slingshot, as the other picked up a rock from the ground, carefully and slowly loading the weapon as she silently chased the deer, every few steps the enchanting noise becoming louder and clearer.\n\nThen she got close enough to clearly hear the singing, as it's charm took it's effects on her as well, she forgot about the deer, and walked in a straight line towards the source of the sound, only moving to the sides to dodge trees, both standing ones and trees that were rotting on the jungle floor.\n\nSoon she arrived at the lake in the middle of the jungle, walking closer towards the waterline before seeing the creature perched on top of the rock, she had never seen such a thing before, and was mesmerized by both the beauty of the creatures voice, and the effect it had on the whole jungle."
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"author": "Finnelea",
"message": "*Her melody concludes, but as everyone listening soon learns, it had merely been a vocal warmup. \nWithout giving the enchantment even a second to disspiate, she begins singing again. \nProperly singing this time.*\n\n\"See the sun set\nThe day is ending\nLet that yawn out\nThere's no pretending.\"\n\n*It is a sad lullaby, talking of sleeping, and death. Of what lies beyond and what it means to life and love.*\n\n\"I will hold you\nAnd protect you\nSo let love warm you\nTill the morning\n\nIll stay with you\nBy your side\nClose your tired eyes \nIll wait, and soon\nIll see your smile\nIn a dream\nAnd I~i wont wake before \nYou go\nAnd I~i still hear\nYour \nHeart\nBeat\"\n\n*Beneath it all is a hopefull tone. Melancholic. And beautifull*\n\n\"Feel the wind rise\nAdorned without you\nWatch that star die\nEons without you. \n\nIll stay, \nWith you\nIn your mind\nEvery single day\n\nIll wait \nAnd soon\nWere stranded on the beach\nIn a dream\"\n\n*The song continues, but the human has long since fallen victim to the magic underneath it all. \nIf she continued listening, she would run the danger of loosing herself. Of becoming a thrall of the mermaid's magic. \n\nFinnelea of course, had no idea that there was someone listening. And inadvertadly, suffuses the song with her own longing. For something, for anything. \nEvery word is drawing everything around her closer. Making them step forward, without thinking. \n\nTwo monkeys, that had previously fhought in their childish ways, now sat on a branch arm in arm, gently swinging to the music, each rubbing the others back to soothe their sadness. \nFish, that would usually bite at each and fight over the smallest amount of food, were neatly seated in rows, their heads and fins poking out of the water as they stared at the mermaid. \nA snake, that had just caught a mouse, let it go free, and the two leaned against each other as they listened. \n\nIt was beautifull. And with every word, more terrifingly so*"
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"author": "Lydia",
"message": "The enchanted girl stepped closer and closer, walking off of the small beach and into the water, closer and closer as the song continued until she could barely stand, her mind empty from all the worries she had previously. The only thing she could think of was the singing.\n\nEventually she reached the point where she could no longer stand, the floor underneath her suddenly slipping away as it instantly dropped a few meters.\nThat was enough to bring her out of the trance, she started violently splashing as she tried to stay above the water, and it didn't take long before she went under, the hauling of many and heavy logs earlier had tired her out, as she lost movement in her arms and legs, only managing to take one last breath before she sank deeper, a slow current driving her further from shore, as well as deeper below.\n\nShe tried as hard as she could to swim up, but had never been in any water she couldn't stand in, nor did she ever learn to swim, a talent that would have been useful in a moment like this."
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"author": "Finnelea",
"message": "*The mermaid stopped immediatly upon hearing the thrashing, and the enchantment broke all of a sudden all at once. \nThe monkeys punched each other, the fish scatter in a moments notice, and the mouse gets devoured in the blink of an eye. \n\nFinnelea's attention however is much more focused on the flailing person. She had been so convinced that she was alone, that it took her a good few moments to realize that the thing flailing in the water was a women. Someone who needed help immediatly. \nCursing under her breath, she let herself slide off the rock and into the water. Two strong thrusts of her tail, and shes next to Lydia. However, she cant really get close. The flailing makes it impossible. \n\nUnsure what to do, she goes with her instincts. And her instict is to just hug the other person into submission. Using her tail. \nWhat almost resembles a snake like scales appengade, a dozen feet long, now wraps around lydia. The strong muscle keeping her from moving at all. \n\nThen she sees the beauty from just a few moments ago appear in the muddied water, and two hands grasp either side of her head- \nAnd soft lips press against her. \n\nRelief comes over the human. Incredible relief, as the water around her suddenly became breathable, no longer a hostile prison. \n\n\nWith the immediate problem solved, Finnelea's tail slowly unravels, and she reaches a hand out for Lydia to take instead.*\n\n\"Im so so sorry\" \n\n*Finnelea whispers, properly grief strucken, and remosefull. \nAll the joy of singing turned to self loathing*"
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"author": "Lysanthir Tauriel Olagwyen, Master of Laws | Lazaroth",
"message": "It felt like ages since the events at Thunder Fest, since he saw *Her.*\n\nThough, a week was a blink to a vampire of course. Now, Lysanthir found himself finally emerging from his personal chambers within Lazaroth's castle, and on his way to the council room to clear his mind. Perhaps some work would get her off his thoughts. The scent of coconut and vanilla lingered in the air around him, like a silhouette of perfume agitating and teasing him as it danced around the high elf's form. Those sapphire eyes washing over his own like a crashing sea. Her gentle skin, the way it felt, how it-\n\nThe doors to the council chambers opened, the creak echoing into the massive room. Descending down the long and winding staircase, Lysanthir finally arrived at the large round table at the center of the room. Each step seemed to bounce off the walls and hum in the vampire's ears, the room itself much larger than one might expect, stretching out far around the council table. Massive pillars shot up to the ceiling like the legs of a mighty beast, the room itself decorated in black, gold and silver. Lysanthir approached stood near the table not yet taking a seat before staring out into the vast blackness the surrounded him. *'Get out of my head.'*\n\n_ _\nIn his time back in Lazaroth, Lysanthir had shut himself in his room like a scared teenage boy. But in that time, all he could do was learn of this *Caleesi*. Caleesi Scarleth was her name, born and raised in Alynthi by two noble parents, it was only natural that she too would have noble standing one day. A high elf with sapphire eyes, just like Calitherien, Lysanthir's long lost beloved. They looked so similar, it was like a ghost had come back to haunt him. The fear in her eyes as he held her shook the poor man, and with such a striking similarity between his late wife Lysanthir couldn't help but flee from Caleesi. It was too much, even for a vampire to handle. Leaning over the table, Lysanthir took in a heavy breath and closed his eyes before exhaling with a long *Huff*.\n\nThe faint sound of another in the room caused Lysanthir to stiffen slightly, though with a gentle inhale through his nose he knew exactly who it was without much thought. Glaring into the blackness of the corners of the room, the vampire felt his head pound with irritation. A glare filled his eyes before he stood up straight once more and straightened out his robes.\n\n\"I know you're there, Lord Corinthian.\""
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"author": "Corinthian, The Cruel Lord",
"message": "Emptiness seemed to be a constant within the dreary insides of the Lazaroth castle. With everyone either out on official business, or.. *Attending parties*, one could only hope to find even the slightest bit of life to indulge in. Corinthian, Lazaroths spymaster, had made it a point to count nearly *Every. Single.* Book within the archives before completely boring himself to death at the fact he was left all alone with no one to share it with. Usually, the eladrin elf would simply slip out from the castle doors to venture out into the rest of Lucidien on his days off. However, there was a certain someone he was keeping a close eye on here within the cold stone castle walls... One Lysanthir Olagwyen. That sour-faced, and unwavering minded elf usually had no issues with being present within the council chambers- at least, he always worked more than anything else. Now however, ever since the man left for Findara he has done nothing but isolate himself within the walls of his own room. To Corin, that struck far more of an interest than scrolls and books he had read a million times over.\n\nWithin the long, boring weeks Lysan remained bedridden, Corinthian did make it a point to try and cheer his not so friendly-friend up. Leaving playful notes under his door, a warm drink or two, as well as even sending Azazar, his pet and weapon of a snake in to keep him company. Although, when nothing would budge- Corin grew tired of trying, his patience for kindness always a thin, thin line. *That was,* Until he heard the familiar tapping of a stern cane... Hot on the vampire's tail, Corinthian lingered up above within the darkness of the castle's rafters. Silently watching as Lysanthir moseyed his way to none other than his work table in the council chambers. *Psh, how predictable.* \n_ _\n\nThose void black eyes locked onto the back of that off white blond head, gold magic dancing curiously with each step the high elf made. Eager to get the jump on him if only to see what kept such a headstrong man like himself locked away like some sort of sad, little princess. A slight grin pursed the side of the Eladrin's mouth as he thought of reasons for Olagwyens absence, surely it was something *Important* Right? Though, someone as bland as him couldn't possibly have anything ***Too*** Interesting going on in his life. Alas, regardless of reason, Corin carried on his little game of hide and seek made for one as he stepped silently across each wooden and stone banister; Azazar slithering closely beside him. \n\nAs the two breached the Council chambers, Corinthian weaseled his way atop one of the many stone pillars that loomed over the shimmering, golden table below- The white iridescent lights that bounced from every direction reflecting within the elf's blackened pits, causing the rich gold magic within them to burn even brighter. Cocking his head ever so slightly, leaving loose strands of dark hair to tumble in front of his eyes, Corin observed the rather odd body language the Law master presented. With body outstretched over the table in contemplation, his head lowered beneath his shoulders as if he were going to hurl- It was very much unlike Lord Lysan to be so.. Troubled. Slowly, the sorcerer's tail swayed behind him as he crouched down in thought. Intrigued by what was on the mind of the councilman. The odds of him telling Corinthian were little to none, and Corin knew that well. But, there was no harm in trying, no? \n_ _\n\nBefore the spy master could even move another muscle, the sound of Olagwyens voice boomed throughout the vacant room- his dull, feeble tone ricocheting off each perfectly sculptured stone pillar. It was then that a wide smile yanked the corners of the spy Lord's mouth, his white teeth sparkling within the shadows he slept in. Calling out from within them, Corinthians' voice teased Lysanthir in a way only he alone could do to such an elder. \"Why, maybe you and i should switch professions, *Law* Master...\" Gentle scraping could be heard from the railings up above before the sight of two glowing red eyes emerged from the darkness, followed by the slither of a serpent tongue. Azazar was the first to show his face, the giant snake coiling himself around the cool pillar as if it were his own personal jungle gym. Twisting around in circles until he met the floor, it was none other than Corinthian himself that was now sliding himself down by the seat of his tail- that pestering grin glued to his face all the while. \n\n\"Out of all my years you are the only person to ever know when I'm around. Perhaps you would do better as a spy, hm? I can show you the ropes.\" Corin said, a playful smile singing in the back of his low tone. Now hanging upside down, the eladrin elf crossed his arms over one another as he looked at Lord Lysan from the side, all his jewelry swaying and tangling themselves in one another along with his curly hair that fell rather gracefully around his face. Those large black eyes entracing the face of the vampire, hoping to see just a hint of a smirk come from his bitter demeanor. Although, when nothing came from his attempts, Corins face fell flat. His ears lowered in dissatisfaction, though chose to remain somewhat intrigued by the fact the councilmen was up and moving. \n_ _\n\nSwaying his way to the floor, the darkling finally spoke up once more after brushing off the collected dust on his clothes- even shaking out his tail as if to remove any germs he might have gotten stuck to him. *A habit, garnered from the Fae Plane.* \"I just wanted to see what you were up to, it's been over a week since your little trip and you never filled me in on what Findara's *Grand show* Was like.\" Waving his hands sarcastically at the mention of a show, Corin rolled his magic gold eyes before making his way over to a stool to sit upon. Pulling it out, the young Lord propped his leather boots up onto the planning table, leaning back nonchalantly to rest his rather wide, muscular frame as he raised a brow up towards the vampire in wait for an answer. Depending on how Lysanthir would answer his question would no doubt prove the Elf's thoughts of him, of course...\n||"
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"author": "Lysanthir Tauriel Olagwyen, Master of Laws | Lazaroth",
"message": "Rolling his eyes heavily as the snake coiled his way around Lysanthir's mind, the vampire kept his gaze forward, eyebrows stern and furrowed. The incessent teasing from Lazaroth's resident Spy Master made Lysanthir wish to wring his neck and be rid of him each time he was near, especially the past week or so. The constant knocking, being brough notes and drinks, left at his doorstep to be completely ruined and never seen by the Law Master. An insolent child, that's all Corinthien was. Steeling himself from allowing emotions flare, Lysanthir chose to keep his mouth shut and not respond to Corinthien's teasing and tone. The child's snake didn't seem to change any expression on the vampire's face, nor garner a reaction out of him. Why the queen allowed Corinthien into her council was *Beyond* Lysanthir.\n\nIt was only when Lord Corinthien spoke about *'all his years'* Did Lysanthir finally open his mouth to speak. His tone and tongue was sharp, filled with a irritation and disinterest for speaking. Any other time, Lysanthir would put up with Corinthien, but not today it seemed. It was obvious the vampire's mind was elsewhere, as was his patience for the Spy Master. \"All your years are a blink, little lord.\" Leaning on his cane, Lysanthir finally turned his icy blue gaze to Corinthien, who had so lazily taken a seat at the council chamber table and propped his feet upon it like some mercenary. Lysanthir's nostrils flared ever so slightly, and the vampire suddenly pointed his cane at Corinthien, mere inches away from the man's face. \"*You* Are nothing but a boy. The day you teach me something I don't already know out of my nearly 1900 years is the day I'll finally kill myself.\"\n\n_ _\n\"The queen appointed you as Spy Master, so why not rather than brood and laze about you go do your job, Lord Corinthien, and stop pestering those that take theirs seriously.\" Lingering his cane in front of the young man for a moment longer, it soon returned to his side so he could once again lean on it. Corinthien would quickly catch on how out of character Lysanthir seemed to be. Usually, his words were nothing but witty banter to the eladrin's teasing, but today it seemed as though he were genuinely trying to hurt the lord's feelings, or at the very least agitate him enough to leave. Returning his gaze to the table before him, the vampire raised his hand and a book from one of the many shelves along the walls began to float towards him. Floating before him, it opened to a page by no verbal command, and Lysanthir seemingly began to read and forget Corinthien was there.\n\nIn these moments, Lysanthir was thankful he was the only vampire in the room. His heart was pounding along with his head, like a craftsmen hammering away at his newest masterpiece. ***Thump, thump, thump, thump...*** It was almost like drums of a war, though that's exactly what was going on in his head. *'Cali...'* The nickname lingered on his tongue, like bittersweet wine that simply wouldn't fade. It was a name he had likely said thousands of time, but a lifetime ago. Repeating it now seemed wrong, as if her were raping the thought of his lost love. Lysanthir almost wanted to blame the Alynthi councilwoman for having such a similar name to his late wife, let alone a similar appearance. How could he? It wasn't as if she chose to look the way she did, as beautiful and pristine as Calitherien. Porcelain, like a doll primed for collecting...\n\nCorinthien would quickly realize the Master of Laws gaze was upon the book floating before him, but his eyes were dilated and elsewhere, deep in thought."
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"author": "Corinthian, The Cruel Lord",
"message": "That smug look on the high Lords face was quick to disintegrate the moment Lysanthir opened his mouth. Those words hitting like daggers into the Spymasters back, quick to anger just as Olagwyen had meant to do. Nevertheless, instead of wiping the look off his face completely, Corinthian masked the rage boiling in his blood by gripping the seat of his chair fondly- the veins in his hands poking out and slithering up his toned arm that was only half way showing from the cut off cuff of his sleeves. The darklings sharp and defined jaw swiftly snapped closed- flexing as Corin grinded his teeth in disgust. *Who did this rotten man think he was? Talking to a being far greater than he...* Through his own furrowed brow, the eladrin elf narrowed those black eyes, dipping his chin down in silence as he broodingly stared down the master of Laws. A snarl ever present underneath the males twitching skin as Rin desperately tried to wring a smile on his face to play off the short fuse already going off inside. It *Wasn't* Like Lysan to be such a dick in the mornings, that much he knew. Even so, it confirmed the many questions that flew past Corinthians mind. Perhaps something *Did* Happen to the high elf, and he was simply trying to take it off on him. \n_ _\n\n\"And who are ***You*** To say that to *Me*, the man who locked himself in his room for the past week and a half?\" Corinthian growled out, digging the heels of his boots deeply into the glass table before scraping them to the floor as he sat up and leaned forwards- draping his arms intimidatingly over his knees as he stared down the cane Lord Lysan so confidently put in his personal space. It was a bold move, as it wouldn't take much from the assassin to swing it out from under the elder... And gods was he thinking about it. The darkling never had much of any sort of friendly relations with much of anyone, Lysanthir being the only one Corinthian put himself in the way of talking to. Perhaps it was because Corin knew his charm and shine would never have to be matched with an old vampire, given the high Lord looks down upon everyone within Lucidien. Although, there had to have been some sort of companionship between the two, or else Rin would have already killed the bastard by now. Slowly, Corin tilted his gaze up from the man's cane, his hardened gaze still steady in the pit of his hollow eyes. \n_ _\n\n\"I *Have* Been doing my job. As well as picking up the slack with yours. So perhaps a 'thank you' is in order, *Old man*.\" Resonating deep within the snap of Corinthians tone was a sour distaste for how Lysanthir was treating him. If there was one thing the high Lord hated most within the world, it was disrespect on his name. He earned his place within this world, clawed, bled, even sweat for it. Knowing his power and might was fairly matched if not more than his working peers- he would not allow such blatant disregard from them... Not like home did to him. Pinching his jaw shut one last time, Corinthians golden magic that rested within his eyes seemingly melted into a hue of gray- Signifying his mood changing. Cold and distant like the color now swirling in his eyes, Rin watched as Lysanthir turned away from him completely and chose to ignore him. Azazar, who was idly sitting in a coil of his own body, let out a hushed *Hisss* From his poisonous lips. As if to disapprove of the Law masters actions. \n\nStill reeling from the insults, Corinthian shoved his tensed hand up through his hair; rustling the many chains and piercings that dangled from his elven ears. The high Lord's tail fidgeted and swayed rather quickly, almost like that of a tantrum throwing child before Corin bounced the nerve to shoot to his feet. \"You know, I only came out here because I wanted to see why you were gone for so long.\" Twisting his neck over to the side, Corinthian noticed just how silent and distant the vampire was. Confused by this, the darkling inched his eyes further over Lysanthirs face, seeing where his own gaze sat not even *On* The book he was supposedly reading... Turning his nose up in snarkiness, Corin spatted out, \"But its clear to me that you would much rather sit around like a sad, sick puppy.\" \n||"
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