To be honest, Myra was a bit surprised that Vrexen accepted to travel together with the Dark Elf hunter and the pretty fairy girl. While she had already assumed Astra would accept, she was expecting Vrexen to be against the idea of travelling with them, so it came out as a surprise when he did so.

The dark elf hunter, whom introduced himself as Maeryn, not only seemed to be very reasonable, which reminded Myra of Astra herself. While the gesture he made, of offering his hand was a bit strange for Myra at first, she immediately remembered how Astra normally held other's hands and gave it a little shake when she was 'trading' with them. Assuming that was the same thing, Myra simply looked at Maeryn with a smile, deciding to trust him. The moment she took her own hand to shake his though, she remembered that she was still holding her shiny spheres, so instead of dropping them, Myra simply wrapped the tip of her tail on Maeryn's hand and gave it a small shake, trying to mimic what she had already seen Astra doing.

Knowing that they would be travelling together and that both Astra and Vrexen decided to trust them, Myra thought it was a good idea to try and at least see if the fairy girl was okay to be near with. Fortunately, the fairy girl didn't seem to agree with the idea of going to ask the orcs and instead waited besides Maeryn and quickly went to speak with her after Myra had finished 'evaluating' Maeryn as a potential new traveling companion. Once again, Myra got a bit confused by the fairy's behavior. Her instincts told her that there was something suspicious about her, but both her tone of voice and the way she approached her seemed to be friendly enough. Despite this dilemma, Myra decided to trust Astra and Vrexen's decision and simply greet hew new travelling companion, just as she did Maeryn.

While Myra was definitely still a bit wary about Alaia, she slowly approached her, sniffing the air around her and looking directly into her eyes, watching her movements as she did so. While Myra didn't know what a 'cutiepie' nor a 'puppy' were, Alaia's tone seemed to be similar to the tone of voice Astra sometimes used to praise her so, in return, Myra simply gave a smile towards Alaia, approaching her even further and, in a show of trust, delicately patting her head just like she had done with Vrexen and just like Astra often did with Myra herself, something which always made Myra happy.

Time: Morning
Location: River Port, Cheap Inn
Interactions: Annya @princess, Bowyn @Helo, Rue @Potter
Mentions:
Outfits:
Eris New Outfit
Raven New Outfit

---

Raven had quite a bit she wanted to say in response to Annya’s words about controlling their emotions. She wanted to explain how she’d figured out when their magic first manifested that it was connected to their emotions. To explain that her actions were to keep from losing control, to protect those around. She didn’t, however, have the desire to create any more conflict at the moment so she let it go. She continued to stare out across the ocean, just listening to the others speak.

Eris had internally smirked as Bowyn initially backed her up on asking what the plans were and listened closely as Annya responded. The plan seemed sensible enough, but then Bowyn spoke up once more, this time about the dark elves and how they were pure evil. He even spoke of genocide and it made Eris giggle internally. He was angry and it was clear he wasn’t fond of light elves, she was sure there was plenty of reason why. Light elves weren’t like by many, yet many preferred them over dark elves as dark elves were painted as pure evil.

Anny then also responded, a smart response that kept anger in check despite the clear offense thrown at her. She was correct, however, as the decision of this war did not lie in her hands. It was those that were above her that had the true say. She could only influence where she could. It was Rue’s words that caught her attention the most, however, as she pointed out things that Eris found many forgot about. ”You are very wise, young Rue. Many often forget that the Twins were there when the dark elves were banished, that their father was killed right in front of them under the guise of a peace treaty. It’s rumored that there was an attempt on their life as well, mere children at the time, yet they escaped. That is a pain that will traumatize anyone for a long time, if not their entire lives. They were thrown into a harsh land and no one else tried to help them, including the other races. They let them be banished and many just hoped they would die off and many did. And what of those that banished them? Some still live today so that can keep that pain fresh in their minds.” Eris explained with a sigh as she sat herself upright now. Serious conversations were so dull, but she was here and it was only proper to engage in the conversation.

”Now don’t mistake me for justifying the actions of the dark elves. Their cruelty is one that has gone beyond any others and there must be an end to it. It is wise, however, to remember that their cruelty was born from the cruelty shown to them when they were young over something they could not change. So who really is pure evil?” Eris finished as she glanced between everyone. It was Raven who spoke next, much to the surprise of Eris.

”There is no such thing as pure evil and pure good. One person may view another as pure evil as they only see immediate actions of them. Put yourself in the shoes of the ‘pure evil’ one, experience everything that they have, then decide if you would not be the same way. Evil and good is entirely subjective, what you think is pure evil may not be viewed as pure evil to another. So who truly has the right to determine who is evil and good? Everyone views themselves as the hero of their own story, but fails to realize they may be the villain of someone else's story.” Raven never once took her eyes off the water as she spoke.

Time
🌀 Morning.

Location
🌀 Riverport - Cheap Inn.

Interactions
🌀 N/A.

Mentions
🌀 @Tae - A Philosophical Conversation.

Equipment
🌀 Regal clothes.
🌀 Tome.
🌀 356 Amas.

Emotional State



Daylight, a lingering shine from above spelling discomfort and doom for every demon. It was certainly the case for Inori, an Azure Fiend from the depths of an infinite abyss. Was it not for the consistent shroud of sapphire magic embracing this peculiar creature, an unforgiving blanket of celestial rays would have spelled the boy’s demise. Such was the nature of an Azure Fiend entirely divorced from an open sky. With a groan, the demon pushed his blanket, warm and soft, down a spindly shape. A sigh escaped Inori’s sharp-toothed maw, one followed by a yawn, ruby eyes rubbed in tired frustration. Had the night claimed him once more? He disliked this, the ever-shifting state of merciless day and soothing night. It required little more than a moment’s thought to miss the depth of home, darkness wrapped in crystalline shine. Alas, a mission had been presented the young Fiend, a pilgrimage of sorts. It was his assignment, to learn of a world beyond the safety of his home, beyond infinite corridors and academy walls.

A tired, clawed hand reached for expensive fabric haphazardly dropped to the floor, an azure wind moving to swipe the clothes from whence they had been, draping the boy in an attire painting him a lad of adequate wealth. One may have considered these motions born of sloth, the Fiend’s daily routines scarcely demanding more than a thought given form through magical means. Another yawn deigned to escape the little demon, a stretch accompanying its presence as Inori’s tail swayed behind him. Side to side, accumulating in a flick, all before the boy turned to view his tired reflection in a mirror.

’Riverport has thus far proven to be a quaint nook, in which tavern rooms and bedside comforts afford an accommodating approach,’ with pen put to paper, Inori’s notebook rose from where it had rested within the infernal’s bag, words of glimmering blue following each scribble, a record brought life. An inspection of his claws took center stage, neither focus nor digit affording the growing literature’s expanse. ’Tis’ worth noting that I came across my first human yesterday. A peculiar creature, indeed. It called me a ‘lizard’, at which curiosity took hold of my senses. The Crystalline Reptiles I am acquainted with hold little resemblance to us and yet, the reptilians of this surface world are oddly reminiscent of a familiar face,’ a pause lingered, eyes of crimson red meeting their reflection on a polished surface.

Claws soon rose to comb through Inori’s hair, messy and newly woken. He recalled mentions of an event today, one he was impressively late for, had the desire to attend presented itself. Again, the lad rubbed his eyes, shoes leaving the floor as they slid onto the demon’s feet. ’In a port with such impressive abundance, I would be surprised to learn of lacking color, for a glimmering canvas has made itself known, color echoing in cords I have yet to familiarize myself with,’ Inori finished, pen and tome returning to their home, tools of academia flowing into the demon’s bag, cradled on an azure wind.

”Fuck, imagine if I could drop the formality in my reports,” the Azure Fiend mused, a shake of his head following before the boy’s shoulder bag draped itself onto him. Much like his time and pen, the demon scarcely touched the floor, rather floating above it as a telekinetic motion of his hand allowed for the door to open. Night time was a comforting sight to say the least, but Inori had learned that activity from those he wished to observe was dwindling in later hours, and thus subjecting himself to the unforgiving sun was a sacrifice reluctantly made.

Turning to look at the patrons of a River Port Inn, one that had afforded a decently comfortable bed throughout a beautifully starlit night, the boy laid eyes on several individuals losing themselves in conversation. Options were abundant. Would he stay here, would he leave? He was told to visit the beach, and yet, curiosity tugged him in every direction. A conversation of good and evil, the moral and the immoral. Narrowing a ruby gaze, Inori tilted his head, clearly intrigued. Did the surface races believe in 'Good' and 'Evil'? Not all, it would seem.

Time
🌀 Morning.

Location
🌀 Riverport - Cheap Inn.

Interactions
🌀 @Helo - Bowyn.
🌀 @Tae - Eris and Raven.
🌀 @Potter - Rue.
🌀 @princess - Annya.

Mentions
🌀 N/A.

Equipment
🌀 Regal clothes.
🌀 Tome.
🌀 356 Amas.

Emotional State



A human? No, not quite, and yet, not entirely whole. Crimson eyes, large and curious squinted, as if attempting to unravel a mystery, as if further focus would lift an obfuscating veil. Truly, the surface world was colorful, a place of dancing rainbows waltzing across an ever-distant horizon. It was unlike the boy’s home, where crystalline shine allowed for a different kind of beauty, darkness illuminated by magic and natural growth, an endless journey into the azure void where glittering sapphires reigned supreme. It would be a mistake, however, to forget where the Crystal Cove resided; within the Abyss. Dangers loomed within its beauty, with the most deadly aspect being infinity itself. One could roam the Cove for a mortal’s lifetime and find nothing but a labyrinth. It had been said that the Grand Academy City could only be found by the Azure Fiends, and as of yet, no one had disproven this grand rumor.

Thoughts of home were, however, not what Inori had been tasked to explore. A sharp-toothed smile met the broken fairy, shark-like and dare one say mischievous. Inori had yet to properly interact with surface races, rather having observed more so than acted until this moment. A claw rose, finding home at the boy’s chin, his gaze lingering upon a child of winter, a soul glacial and beautiful. Inori yet stood apart from the concept of trust and distrust, as it was not his intent to make friends. However, would not this journey find itself experienced in a more spectacular fashion was this the case?

By the standards of his people, Inori was reserved. He was a calm boy, and quiet to a fault. Yet, on the surface, he had seen silence managing a far greater grip.

It was like a stardust breeze, the Fiend’s shape fading from place, a glowing frame once more manifesting closer to a gathering of people who very well may have disapproved of such a sudden introduction. Alas, the Azure Fiends were flamboyant creatures, and each motion echoed this truth. They did not walk, but rather flew, and rarely traversed short distances, yielding to teleportation in its stead. One ought consider this laziness, or perhaps an attempt at impressing onlookers, and while Inori’s kin were quite theatrical, their most casual, mundane motions beckoned back to little more than racial biology.

”Hello, hi,” a small, clawed hand rose, affording the gathering of five patrons a wave alongside an equally sheepish smile. A voice spectral in nature, hinting at the demon’s supernatural self.

He recalled what his brother had told him, a warning before venturing onto Avalia’s surface. ’The races up there tend to be jumpy. Easily annoyed, see? We can be a bit too forward for them, so if you want to avoid chaos.., and like.., why would you? Uh.., speak to them like they’re very fragile and about to break!’ Inori was unsure of his brother’s suggestion. Would these creatures not be more agitated, had Inori spoken to them like lessers? He was quite certain that entities described as so incredibly fickle would indeed react negatively to such an approach, and Inari, the boy’s older brother, was known for mischief and pranks.

”I am Inori Lunaris,” the infernal lad placed his hand upon a slender chest before affording the gathering a gentle bow. ”A student of the Sapphire Academy,” he continued. Azure Fiends rarely left the Cove, and did so only in pursuit of knowledge. Having met another was highly unlikely. ”I overheard you speaking of the war,” the Fiend shared, ”if it’s not too much trouble, I would record your accounts on transpiring events.” Did this warrant professionalism? Was it expected of the boy to act as he wrote, with a silver tongue and dainty approach? Perhaps it was for the best, if the aim of this interaction was to further his understanding, and by extension his documentation of the war.

The Azure Fiends had avoided this conflict with the claim that it was not theirs to fight. The surface world was, for an Azure Fiend, a colorful and interesting nexus of information, all of which they wanted to gather and record. However, as of yet, the council had not agreed on a course of action. The Fiends valued freedom, something Dark Elves would seek to smother. Freedom, indeed, the purest form of Chaos. Something often disregarded or forgotten. What would allow the council to make a decision, more so than further information on the war and accounts by those afflicted? This was it. Inori had found his subject, he had found the reason for his presence upon Avalia. He was going to document the war. To do that, he had to view it from up close. ”Ah, apologies,” the boy chuckled, having noted how thoughts tore him from the conversation at hand. ”My people are as of yet undecided on the war, and I believe that constant observation of its effect will help them make a decision,” the demon nodded his head, echoing an earlier smile, sharp-toothed and shark-like. ”As such, if you are a part of this conflict, I’d ask to join you and record your tale.” Clapping his hands together, the spindly Fiend was struck by an idea. ”A round of drinks on me? That is a custom on the surface, yes? A show of.., good intentions.” How excellent.

Jomari exhaled and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His birth country did have its hot days but they never got hot like this. He imagined himself getting cooked under the blazing rays of the sun and he could feel sand seeping through his footwear which irritated him even more. Speaking of sand, he was weirded out with the way the sand under his feet shifted with every step he took which made it easier for him to get his footing right and not slip down the dunes. However, he was too busy imagining himself drinking coconut water under the shade of a tree to distract himself from being too uncomfortable. He would do anything just to feel even the slightest breeze on his skin.

He stared at Mikazuki when she offered to let him exchange places with her under the parasol. "I reckon that to let a person of royalty such as yourself walk under the intense heat of the sun is considered a criminal offense here in your world, Princess Mikazuki. I appreciate your kindness but your life is much more important than mine, seeing that both of you ladies even have your own servants and bodyguards while I have none myself. Besides, what I've endured back in my world is nothing compared to this. I'll do fine." He said in a grumbling way though he did mean what he said.

He was so preoccupied with being very uncomfortable with the heat that he almost didn't notice Nuallán was even teasing him. "Princess Rosaria. Is the heat messing with my head, or did your dog just learned how to speak?" He said in a tone that could be described as boredom, annoyance, and indifference all at once. "I didn't realize you're the type to find entertainment in the suffering of others but I guess the truth does come out sometime. If you want me dead then just kill me already." He added with his voice having a bit of a spiteful tone this time as he trudged on to get as far away from Nuallán as possible.

Jomari then found himself walking side by side with Uzul. Normally, he would take the chance to get to know the orc a little better, even use the opportunity to feel how strong his arms were, but he was clearly not in the mood for it for now. "How long will it take for us to reach a place that is not filled with sand and heat, Uzul? I want to take a bath in a cool lake right now..."

Time: morning
Location: The Ship
Interactions:Tigerlily @Potter, Tesoro @Infinite Cosmos, Lizzie @Tae, Nym @Helo, Helio @princess, and a rival ship and her crew @FunnyGuy
Equipment:

---

Barboda turned around again, standing up before he walked towards the demon, launching 5 bolts into his chest before he kicked him off the edge of the ship. He placed the crossbow on his back in its holder. Barboda drew his sword he watched as more enemies tried to board as he slashed the lines as Lizzie had asked, “Stay on your own fucking ship scum!” He shouted at those now falling into the water.

Barboda dropped the sword and redrew his crossbow shooting the now swimming enemies with the remaining bolts. He ducked for cover to quickly reload what he could and pick up his sword.

Time: Morning
Location: On the deck of the Harem
Interactions: @Tae Lizzie @Funnyguy Piggy @Potter Tigerlily @Alivefalling Barboda @Hello Nym
Equipment: The clothing on his back: A unbuttoned dress shirt of the pirate-y variety, leather breeches, matte black in color, leather boots, in surprisingly good shape. Dagger, borrowed from Tigerlily

He exhaled swiftly, his breath steadying despite the wound. He was still crudely tying up the bit of torn cloth before Tigerlily pulled him down behind some crates as cover and started gently bandaging his wound for him. He furrowed his brows slightly. Just mere hours ago, the pair were at odds with each other, preferring to keep their distance more than anything. He chuckled ever so slightly and said "I guess this makes us even? I took the bullet for you, you're making sure I don't bleed out and die?"

He drew in a deep breath as Tigerlily finished bandaging his wound, taking a glance at it. The job was done much better than he could or otherwise would have by himself. There were some blood on his shoulders which he wiped away with his right him with a guttural grunt. Just then, he noticed that Tigerlily had stood up and told him to cover his ears. Before he can protest or ask why, he found himself doing as he was told to. "Wait wait wai-" He sighed as he covered his ears. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. Moments after, Tigerlily ducked back down by him. He reached his hand out and gently wiped away the blood that had gotten on her face from her treating his wound earlier with his thumb. "Can you promise to never compel me like that again? A simple 'please' would have sufficed..." He said with a small smirk.

The gun shots seems to have stopped and the fight was still raging around him. The captain had given the order to cut the grappling lines that the other ship had thrown on the Harem. He plucked the dagger from the deck of the Harem and stood up, surveying the battle around him. Several demi-humans had made it onboard. "Dog. Looks like the dog is acting up and needs some disciplining..." He said as he got into an athletic position and leaned forward, putting his shoulder parallel to the deck of the Harem. With another guttural grunt, he kicked off his right foot and charged the Hound. As soon as he got close enough, he slammed his right shoulder into the demi-human, clasping his hands behind its back and 'speared' it into the wooden deck of the ship. The impact of Tesoro's action caused some of the wood to crack and the pair to bounce unnaturally off the hardwood. The air around Tesoro shimmered slightly, and with the small separation between the pair, Tesoro contorted his body and drew his right arm back, hitting the Hound right in the jaw with a vicious short right hook. The motion of the punch turned his body just enough for him to follow up with a lightning-quick left hook, to the other side of the Hound's jaw. What followed next was even quicker than the previous punch. Tesoro threw two straight punches to the chest of the Hound, the impacts of which should cause at least some structural damage to the rib cage of the demi-human. Then, Tesoro stamped his feet into the deck of the Harem and clasped his hands behind the Hound's back again, this time Tesoro bent at the waist seemingly in an unnatural manner and suplexed the Hound back into the deck of the ship, landing on its head first. Snapping back to an upright position, Tesoro swiveled around and kicked the Hound in the lower chin with his right leg to really make sure the Hound ends up in a bad place.

Letting out a savage yell that was more akin to a roar, he flipped the dagger in his right hand and pointed at the combatants still remaining on the deck of the other ship, readying himself for the next round of violence.

Time: Morning
Location: Riverport Beach
Interactions:Rue@Potter Bowyn @Helo Eris & Raven @Tae Inori @Shard
Equipment:Outfit visible from Disguise Ring,Armor(Not visible); Chest plate is enchanted with Armor of Absorption, Map of Avalia, Water Flask, A bag of elf and demi-human ears and tails, Small book and pen, Ama pouch with 2000 amas on hand, Three large red potions, Wayfinder, Hygiene supplies, Rose-scented Perfume, Location Sender, Shower Tube, Transmission Bracelet, Bedroll, Water Purifier,Axes with returning enchantment,Her backpack



Annya had been silently listening, letting her comrades speak their mind. She glanced at Bowyn once he addressed her and smiled, "I am honored, Bowyn."

There were points to be made all around and no one sounded out of rationality to Annya. She had lived many years and heard it all. However, she felt there was always evil in the world that the good needed protecting from. And she would do so until her dying day. She opened her mouth to agree to some drinks when a strange blue creature approached them. He introduced himself as Inori Lunaris. She had assumed it was some sort of lizard demihuman or Dragonborn child, but still wasn't keen to accept random strangers into the group any more than she had, especially if they had been eavesdropping.

Sapphire Academy... I haven't heard of that before. Must be new in Roshmi.

Things took an even more bizarre turn with his next statements.

My people are so of yet undecided...

Record the tale...

Roshmi had obviously been decided, so was he not a demihuman? Could he be...? Inori was indeed floating yet possessed no wings. Annya had heard of such creatures existing but not often did they openly make their way into the open like this. She wanted to ask him to elaborate, but what she knew of demons were trickery and evil. It was peculiar that they had been just discussing the subject and now pure evil itself had manifested. If she was wrong and he was not a demon, it did not matter. She was not risking anything with more strangers. "I decline your offer." She replied curtly.

_{T I M E : M O R N I N G
L O C A T I O N : M Y R I A M O R P L A Z A
I N T E R A C T I O N S : C A E L A N , S O P H I E , L E A F , S L I C K
T A G S : @Princess, @Alivefalling, @FunnyGuy, @Helo
E Q U I P M E N T : W A T E R F L A S K , W A Y F I N D E R , T R A N S M I S S I O N B R A C E L E T , B A T H I N G S U I T}



"Y-you're a cowboy?" Aurora let out a nervous laugh. She tried to change the subject as she listened to Caelen's banter. He was very drunk. She hoped nothing more would happen during their time together. However, she did consider that gambling may take an unwanted turn. Her hand continued to let Slick guide her into the water. The feeling was funny and overwhelming. She enjoyed it immensely, the sighing and singing of the liquid against her.

Time: Morning
Location:Avian City
Interactions:@Potter Xavier @Helo Orias @CitrusArms Aiko @FunnyGuy Caelestis/Augus
Equipment: Dress and thigh-high socks(Slits on the inner sides of the sleeves), Black boots, Pouch with amas, Lipstick, Mysterious bag of fun drugs


"Aiko, I'd do it again in a heartbeat so you will cuddle me and call me sweetie again."Yuka replied to him with a giggle, giving him a wink. She was soon removed from Aiko's grip. She reached for one of Aiko's tails with pleading eyes, hoping to hug the fluff. But then came the pets! Yuka's lips turned into a smile as she closed her eyes, enjoying the head rubs given to her from Xavier, "Yesss I am okay hehe. I accept your apology; just keep giving me pets please!" She told him happily. Her eyes opened as he continued his nice-sounding words and she gave him a pat on the top of his head."I will dress you head to toe in something marvelous!" They went on walking like that for a while. If anyone stopped petting Yuka, she would immediately frown until it continued again.

Yuka curiously analyzed the Commander once they were finally before him at his big fancy table. He looked about the same as people said he did; hunky big bird. Though, she would not let her heart be swayed as the love of her life was leaving! She reached for Captain Caelestis' hand as he was leaving, distraught in his departure. "My love! I will never forget you!"She cried out dramatically after him. Her fingers wiggled as she kept up the charade of reaching until he left the room. She turned her attention back and gave Commander Augus a cheeky smile and wave from her spot in Xavier's arms. Unexpectedly enough to the others, she silenced herself and allowed Koldar to speak.

Helio’s descent toward the enemy had distracted Tigerlily. Wide-eyed she watched as he began flying around the enemy and blasting them with dark magic. She knew he could defend himself, yet part of her heart ached. The dark elf met the challenge. Sighing, she turned away and decided to keep an eye on it. Ardyn’s crew began to board their ship, but their ties were cut off by Barboda. With his crossbow he shot at a few of their enemies while Tesoro dispatched the canine demi. Five of the enemies fell into the water and remained alive, which made Tigerlily grin. A swift drowning would be merciful but that wasn’t her. Their Captain seemed to fare well and wasn’t her priority either. Nym seemed safe and occupied by the cannon, so she trusted him to remain well. Tesoro’s comments played in the back of her mind. She had almost laughed. What was wrong with her?

Tigerlily glanced at Lizzie anyway and gestured to the water. Then, she ran over to the side and jumped over it into the water. The familiar sound of cracking and shifting bones filled the air as her legs swiftly morphed into a long, pink mermaid tail. She grinned at the enemies' fear. She grabbed a dark elf first by the leg and dragged him under. He beat her with fists but she wasn’t distracted. Being punched didn’t hurt her, but it did annoy her. She let go of his leg and smacked him with her tail and watched as he flew into the bottom of The Harem. The crunch of his body and neck splitting apart was music to her ears. As the light faded from his eyes, she blew him a kiss. Turning her attention back to others, Tigerlily swam at them next.

The lizard demi managed to stab her in the tail, despite being shot. This only infuriated the siren. The pain numbed as she focused on her prey. One by one they drowned and sank to the bottom of the ocean. She furiously whacked them both with her injured tail out of spite. The crunches were satisfactory enough. Tigerlily swam back to the surface and watched the scenario play out. She knew the rest of the crew was somewhere else and began scanning the surface for them, while watching out for any surprises. Her gaze kept flickering to Helio’s battle. She swore if that dark elf hurt him, he’d get the worst death imaginable.

The entire slime festival was a pain in the ass. Saoirse didn’t know why she volunteered for this stupid event, but it beat sitting on the beach doing nothing. How did those girls find it fun to sit around and talk? The idea made her want to slit her throat. The disgusting creatures splattered them all with some poisonous liquid they couldn’t ingest. Disgusting. More annoying than that were the creatures she shared the beach with. One overgrown reptile with a resemblance to a snake had knocked into her a few times. The man offered her his help but she rejected him and got up on her own. ”One more time and I might ask you for compensation for the bruises I’ll have.” With a scowl, she moved back to a quieter area. Keep to yourself, don’t get in trouble…

Fortunately, the event ended. Now she stood, covered in disgusting slime, awaiting her prize. Once it was given to her, she examined it and stuffed it in her backpack. The currency she held made her grin. Then, her attention turned to the ragtag group she’d been with. The overbearing dragonborn with his faithful human were here, the curious dwarf, and the egomaniac, Kaleb. Raven and he had spent the night together which made her wonder. She decided she might be grateful she’d end up with another human but didn’t care. She scrutinized his outfit and tried not to snort with laughter. She followed the actor anyways since she had nowhere else to go; his conversation with Ismael made her roll her eyes so hard they might fall out. Did he think he looked impressive? He looked like a clown in her mind. Ismael’s reply back caused her to raise her eyebrows. Their idle chit chat wasn’t enough to hurt her feelings, and turned her attention away. “R.B.F with the red boots”. She laughed and rolled her eyes again.

Saoirse sighed as she followed them to the bathhouse. Kaleb led the pack and announced his slime count. Were they going for fucking trophies now? Ridiculous. Her stomach rumbled and she hoped the food would be free as well. She would go on another’s dime if possible as saving money was important to her. Hopefully they could grab a bite to eat and some alcohol after the bathhouse. This ragtag group annoyed her and she found herself losing patience with them. Prior to entering her stall, Saoirse laid her equipment down and moved into her private area for females. She watched as the slime rolled off her skin and closed her eyes, wishing nothing more than to be left alone.

However, that wouldn’t occur for a long time, so she gritted her teeth and forced herself to speak. ”You all talk too much.” Her words weren’t soft or kind, but honest. ”And by the way Kaleb, I’m not a sidekick. Don't talk about me like that ever again. I'm a main character.” After showering with their bizarre products, Saoirse entered the pool. She sat next to Arn who seemed to be the most tolerable person in the group. Remaining silent, she studied the group with a sigh and awaited whatever conversation occurred next.

Rue was delighted when the elf, Eris, called her wise. She listened to her speak with curiosity. Her attention was caught like a fisher on a hook. Her words melted like snow on the ground. It seemed as though they were sincere, yuet something felt off. Was she wrong? She decided to talk to Bowyn about it later. The elf girl, Raven, spoke up next.The conversation became more complex and her head began to ache. Such serious conversations only hurt her heart. Why couldn’t they all get along and have peace? Isn’t that what life was about? She sighed and didn’t respond back.

Weariness began to overcome her. The hot sun was baking her and she sweated more than she had in her life. She kept pressing her hand to her forehead while listening to their elven comrades. His comments were full of hypocrisy and flaws and Rue would ignore it. Wondering if Bowyn was hot also, she glanced at him. He had rested his head on her shoulder. A faint smile on her face, Rue rested her head against his and gently ran a hand through his hair. It was comforting and she knew he bore darkness inside of him but didn’t care. She’d do whatever it took to help him out of it. Rue stood up once he removed his head off her shoulder. ”I could go for some lunch and get away from the sun.”

Before they could depart, a blue creature was spotted nearby. She frowned as she watched him like a hawk watching its prey. What was that creature…? It was levitating which seemed like a demi human trait but was not one. She heard Annya speak and moved to reply, but the beach around her began to spin. Nausea overwhelmed her. The sound of the beachgoers, the slime festival ending, and the birds became background noise. Rushing in her head made her clasp her hands to her feet. Rue opened her mouth to cry for help when darkness overwhelmed her and she slammed backwards onto the sand. There was a thud as her backpack hit the sand and her seashells broke her fall for her head.

Time: Morning
Location: Myriamor Plaza- Summer Harvest Festival
Interactions: Caelan @Alivefalling Slick @FunnyGuy Aurora @Mole
Equipment:Clothing,Backpack, Sketchbook with drawings, various drawing supplies, iPhone, charging cable, strawberry pocky, earphones, and a pouch with two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.


Sophie put her hands to her face in horror. Was that an insult? She had no idea if she had been offensive mistitling him. ”I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.” She told him softly. Her face went red when she realized he winked and started to internally panic, but before she could react, Caelan pelted a rock at Slick, chanting the word cowboy at him, ”Oh no! Come on Caelan don’t be mean please!” She pleaded.

She gestured to Aurora, ” And don't throw rocks please! You could hurt her.”