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[color=FIREBRICK][b][h3]MALAKAUS FIREBELLY[/h3][/b][/color][/center]

A large armored figure approached the Celestia mansion. Those well-versed in the rumors of the roads may recognize this armored figure; anyone who was present during yesterday’s chaos and destruction may be in a shock. Because the dead walks, and Malakaus still lives. He too remembers vividly the events that had transpired the day before; he remembered the madman and his golden sword, how Tani had been corrupted by its touch, and how Malakaus himself had fallen in battle. Upon awakening he was filled with anger and hate, as he often is when he is in the throes of battle. But once he had some time to cool off he simply reminded himself that he had gotten complacent. He had expected to deal with an arrogant swordsman with some magic fire. He had underestimated the man and thus was killed for it.

Malakaus made the mental note to find that man and kill him. He was a danger to everyone in this city, though the fact that most of it still stands even after he, Atisha, Tani, and Maria were taken down made Malakaus very concerned about his whereabouts. He obviously wasn’t dead, because if Malakaus himself could not have done the deed, then who could have? But where he was and what he was doing made Malakaus concerned the most. But without any information to follow up on it wasn’t a problem he was equipped to handle right now. Hence why he was here at the Celestia mansion.

The Celestia family were well known for their mages, and Malakaus had the pleasure of meeting their daughter, Vesta, yesterday. Honestly he had no idea what business she had that she would have not been present for such an epic level encounter, but he wasn’t going to fault her for it. But he was here to request her assistance finding the man with the golden sword. Malakaus didn’t like to have enemies, but he also had other responsibilities to take care of today. The fact that he wasn’t even going to be in the city for long while that madman till lived worried Malakaus the most, but he needed to go help those villages. He gave them his word, and what sort of knight would be be if he broke it?

As he approached he heard some gruff shouts near the entrance. Much to Malakaus’s surprise, there was another orc here already. Though orange instead of green, Malakaus could recognize the man’s race by size, skintone, and voice alone. Helped that Malakaus was also an orc. Malakaus himself was concealed head-to-toe in his combat armor, so identifying him by visuals was somewhat difficult, though his size ought to give it away anyways. What this other orc wanted to do here Malakaus wasn’t sure of, but he seemed bothered by something. Perhaps Malakaus could help his kin, though if he’s the roughneck sort then Malakaus would be obligated to deal with him. Ideally, peacefully. But orcs were not peaceful creatures.

[color=firebrick]”Greetings! What business do you have here at the Celestia Manor?”[/color] Malakaus approached without weapons in hand, though his axe was still slung over his back and within reach. After yesterday’s battle and subsequent defeat, Malakaus wasn’t going to underestimate anyone, no matter how they seemed or who they were. 

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[color=FORESTGREEN][b][h3]ATISHA ELUVIAN[/h3][/b][/color][/center]

Unlike Malakaus, Atisha didn't remember what happen yesterday. Most of it was a complete blur, almost as if it was a dream. It was her first death after all, and it wouldn't be until her next few more that she would realize what had happened to her. Thus when they arrived to the city of Lugnica Atisha's first action was to berate Malakaus for their lateness; they were suppose to have arrived yesterday afternoon, but somehow only managed to arrive at the dawn of the next day. Not that it mattered entirely to the elf. Atisha hated being in big cities anyways, so the sooner they left the better.

Malakaus had some of his own business to take care of first, so he'd leave Atisha to her own for now. She was hesitant about this. How would people feel about her if they knew if she was an elf? She was under no illusion that the people of Lugnica would accept her for all it's talk of civilization and modern ideals. But as long as Atisha wore her hood and armor, then no one would know she's an elf. Not that Atisha liked wearing them; she never felt right wearing boots and while she could fit her ears in the hood comfortably enough, it always felt strange having them pressed against her head. Still at least while wearing this disguise she should be able to go about the city unharnessed.

The two warriors parted ways, leaving Atisha left to wander the early morning streets. Though everyone was in the process of awakening, there was already some hustle and bustle. Vendors opening up their stalls, food being cooked, and townsfolk going about their chores for the day. Seeing these people work reminded Atisha of her home before the attack, and in a way she could see the parallels. The idea that elves and humans were the same at these small root level was... Disconcerting to Atisha. How could she sympathize with the people who thought genocide was a valid option to prevent danger?

Putting those thoughts aside Atisha continued to wander. It was pretty obvious that she was lost now. Fortunately she came across a tavern, and while she hated most folk who commonly hang out in a tavern (Humans), Atisha loved alcohol. Malakaus was much too prudish for Atisha's taste when it came to that sweet liquor, and she hasn't had a good drink in weeks. So Atisha entered this fine establishment and made a beeline straight towards the innkeeper. She didn't care if it was too early to be drinking right now, she took out her own wooden flagon and demanded ale or mead. Her mug could contain nearly a gallon of liquid.

[color=forestgreen]"It don't give a shite what time it is, ale or mead, to the brim!"[/color] Of course Atisha paid for her drink, but was about as surly and uncouth as a drunkard would be, aside from the fact that Atisha was a lithe, sober, female elf as oppose to burly, intoxicated human men you'd expect such attitudes from.

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