Time: Early Morning
Location: River Port
Interactions: @princess Malachi @JJ Doe Jun @Helo Zion
Mentions:
Equipment: Magical grimoire.


It was early, before the dawn, in fact. Enstille sat at the table scribing notes in his grimoire as he did lately. He didn't sleep much, how could he right now? He was travelling with a Human. A real, freshly summoned Human. This is what he had been waiting for, what he dreamed about. Except, he didn't dream, insomnia and all that. But he was so tired, sooooooooo very tired. Malachi had set a grueling pace, refusing to ever let up or seek alterative transportation. Who does that? Just torture poor souls with constant assault on the body. He was starting to think Malachi was just a sadist that did not care about the Human. Maybe, in fact, he wanted the Human dead and him with him. It made sense, he was such a fancy person after all. Enstille was sure he had an agenda and he was going to figure out what it was.

Wait, that wasn't where this started. Enstille is tired, already awake and studying away. Well, not studying actually, that's the tired brain talking. So much walking..... Stop. Study. Wait, no, not study. Research. Yes that's what's happening. Enstille redoubled his focus on his notes. Malachi, as evil as he may be, entrusted Enstille with protecting the Human. He is going to make sure the Human is the safest thing in the entire world right now. The world is pretty rough, after all. Dark elves rule everything, they're super mean and always utilizing violence. Enstille's shields would prove useful, he was sure of it. He never had to defend against a Dark Elf yet but when that day comes, he would be ready. Provided that day comes some time in the future, he still needed to make sure he was prepared.

Shields. Right? Why does that seem important? Before Enstille could regather his thoughts, he heard the viciously commanding voice of Malachi calling them downstairs. Suddenly dawn had passed and there was commotion in the house. Breakfast scents wafted through the air and his stomach grumbled. Before he could react though, Zion the unbearably optimistic demihuman came barreling down, shouting about the food. For a moment, Enstille flinches and ducks his head. Too much activity all at once.

Trying to settle himself and prepare for whatever punishment Malachi had in mind for the day, he heard a creak and some motion towards the back door as the Human tried his absolute best once again to make an escape. Figuring this was the best opportunity for him to test his new shielding magic he had been working on, Enstille reached out a hand and pushed the light in the room. A sphere of light began to form around the Human, enveloping him as it began to harden. In that moment, a thought came back to Enstille's mind. That was what he had been working on this morning! He hadn't yet finished the formulae for the shield! There was an itsy bitsy problem that had slipped his mind. The large orb had an interesting side effect of over solidifying and in that moment, with a clunk, a complete sphere of near impenetrable glass hit the floor. Suspended within, sat a startled Human as the ball began to roll across the room due to the uneven floorboards.

Unable to fully process the absurd scene he had just created, Enstille watched as the ball slowly rolled across the floor. Suddenly though, there was a knock at the door that shattered his concentration of calculating what went wrong. With the pop of a bubble, the shield construct broke apart, promptly depositing the Human onto the floor once again.

Time: Morning
Location: Port Vanarosa, The Seagull
Interactions: Tanelia, Amisra
Mentions: Ismael
Equipment: Sword, ring, and some amas.



Drosis strode off the deck, Leaving Arlen and apparently Amisra on deck. "When you're through here, Amisra, come and find me at the Seagull. I have something for you as well, after everyone's wound down a touch." He said, on his way off the ramp. Knowing her, she'd probably be below deck or upstairs somewhere with Arlen and Solaris knows who else. Not that it mattered to the captain where his crew relaxed. They all knew they had responsibilities and he trusted them all with his life. Amisra in particular was a capable bastard in her own right, so he left her to it. Drosis strode down the docks with his hands in his pockets, headed for a tavern. It was the break of dawn when the Saltrunner arrived, but Port Vanarosa was just that- a port. This was the kind of place that never slept, given that ships were constantly anchoring and leaving at any possible hour.

He swung the door of the Seagull open and headed directly for the bar in one motion. This was a place where Drosis had spent enough amas to fund a whole dreadnought by now. Among the pirates who ate and slept here, Drosis was a well known face. Typically, a pirate could measure their own reputation by what happened when they walked into a place full of their own kind. In his case, no one even acknowledged his presence. People knew not to bother the old elf, and that the sword wasn't for show. Drosis could count on one hand the number of times he had to put some brazen pirate in his place during a barfight that lasted but ten seconds. These were his people, and it felt great to be on solid ground again. He waited for the bartender, Tanelia, to come by and place three gold amas on the counter. Enough for food and coffee, and something extra for her to keep.

"Shrimp and coffee. Black. Good to see you, Tanelia." Drosis wasn't the type to flirt with bartenders, but he respected people who fed others. As a pirate who made enemies daily, he made a point of never disrespecting someone that handled food for a living.

"Busy as ever, I see."

_{T I M E : One Week After Human Arrival
L O C A T I O N : Riverbloom, The Daisy
I N T E R A C T I O N S :
T A G S : @Potter , @13org , @GingerBobOh
E Q U I P M E N T :}




Aurora placed her intricately styled fork on her plate as she listened to Rowan and Zora. For a moment, she contemplated allowing the two to continue conversing without her input. Their quarrels need not always be intercepted by her. They were both highly capable individuals. However, she could not help but at least make a little something clear.

"If one tries to force things to happen, there is a good chance it shall turn contrived and unnatural." A slight crinkle in Aurora's brows knit in concern, "It is something the Dark Elves seem to indulge in."

For a while, it appeared that Aurora had made her point, but suddenly she continued as if coming from a small trance. "I dare not get even close to their philosophies." Her face turned away from Rowan, feeling embarrassed that she had to say this to her beloved brother. She understood his urgency, but there was more to learning than just sparring and reading. Downtime was not a luxury but a necessity.

Her fingers gently felt for the fork and lifted it, again. She took another piece of the cake, and her facial expression cheered up, again. "Besides, my dear brother, does not the cake's delicious taste soothe your soul?"

Next, she addressed Zora. "In Avalia, we are all closer to each other, Zora. As a human, you should especially feel closer to your element, water that is. It is encouraging that you felt a special relationship with the element in your former life. It has been helping you tremendously here. You still have so much to learn, and I am delighted to see your powers come to fruition. You definitely deserve a reward for your hard work." Aurora took another bite of her cake.

She hoped Rowan would understand. It was important that he did. Zora had a strong personality, which meant they had to be careful with how they introduced her to her powers. Of course, some of it could not be helped. She was smart and capable. The best they could do was guide her accordingly.

Time: MORNING
Location: INT./EXT. MAMA MALACHI'S SUMMERHOUSE - RIVER PORT
Interactions/Mentions: The other guy who’s also cosplaying as an elf @GingerBobOh; The guy cosplaying as an elf @princess; The lady in a purple dress @Tae
Equipment:

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As Jun sat there on the floor, blinking, his brain struggled to make sense of what had just happened. But before he could fully process it, Jun vaulted up to his feet with a beaming smile. "Holy cow, Enstille!" He exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement and wonder. "How'd you do that?"

Without waiting for an answer, he grasped the magician's slender hands and flipped them over and over. Finding nothing that could've activated the magic trick, Jun nudged Enstille a few steps to the side. He tapped the floorboards with his feet, wondering if one of them was secretly a floor switch.

He raised his gaze, and his eyes darted about the space, scanning for the stage light that blinded him. But he abandoned the search in favor of finding the hidden mechanism that had encased him in a sphere. He couldn't find it, obviously. Every gimmick and gadget required for the illusion was seamlessly integrated into the environment. The sheer ingenuity of the design of it all blew Jun away.

Jun was inspecting the floors up close when a sudden sense of impending doom ran down his spine, sending shivers throughout his entire body.

It wasn't until he heard a spray bottle being refilled with fresh ammunition that he understood the source of his unease. Shoot! Jun scrambled for the entrance, never daring to look back. The doorknob rattled as he tried (and failed) to open the very locked door. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!

"Where do you think you're going?" Malachi's voice, sharp and cold, felt like a knife pressed against Jun's back. His heart stopped beating, and a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. The other man's footsteps jolted Jun into action. He frantically jiggled the door handle, pulling and pushing with all his might. By the time the one brain cell reminded the rest of the brain that doors don't open if they're locked, it was already too late.

As the door swung open, the first shot found its mark, striking the back of Jun's head. Ice-cold water soaked his hair and ran down his neck. He yelped in surprise and stumbled out of the house, barely registering the woman in the flowing purple dress standing in his path in time. Without thinking, Jun twisted his body to dodge her. While that achieved the desired result, he collided with the basket she held instead, sending its contents flying in all directions.

Despite his best efforts to regain balance, Jun's legs became tangled, causing him to crash to the ground under the force of gravity. The merciless onslaught of water spraying followed soon after.

Time: Mid snack break
Location: Riverbloom, Books and Cookies
Interactions: Aroura @mole Zora @13org
Mentions: Barrock @conscripts
Equipment: Shorswords, Transmission bracelet



Rowan frowned at Zora's comments about being used.

"I assure you, Lady Zora, while there is malicious use of a person to achieve personal ends. We all have a part to play in this life and if we are to make it a better one to live, there is a use for all of us. Whether you like it or not, you were brought here for a purpose. Opposition to that purpose will be far more malicious use than you fear from me."

Scooping the final bite of the cake into his mouth, he responds to her comment of the transmission bracelet.

"Yes well, such is the might of magic. Magic, mind you, that you now possess beyond the ilk of your kin. While my training may be intense, rest assured that it shall not lessen until I deem you worthy of protecting yourself." A quick glint in his eye belies his thoughts of additional exercises. He already is concocting plans to increase Zora's reaction ability with her magic, finding that lacking in the moment. A splash from a cup of water here or a bucket there, convenient loss of footing over a river, all harmless methods that will tap into the reflex areas of the mind to draw out speed in her control.

"Now dear sister, do you see a whip in my hand? A flog? While my methods may be strenuous, they are by no means ruinous." A small hint of a bite in his tone says that he does not like to be compared to the monsters the dark elves can be. "Though you do have a point about the necessity of rest....."

His voice trails off as a scene outside catches his attention. A green Dark Elf enforcer was picking a fight with an orc. Nearly preparing to stand and rush to the orc's defense, out of hatred for the dark elf more than defense of the orc, he was held in his chair for a moment as the orc paused. Never before had Rowan seen an orc not immediately fly into a rage after such disrespect. After a short staring match, the orc shouldered his way past and paid no mind to the attention of the citizens.

Attention returning to the table, he caught the last of his sisters words, something about "wonderful work" making Rowan groan somewhat. The training he had received and continued to follow had left no room for praise and back pats. Yet, Zora was not him, nor was she even an elf. Maybe they had different needs as humans and that's why his sister tagged along.

"Now that we have had our cake, and ate it too, shall we return to the river and train some more?"

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As Ismael felt Tanithil place a hand upon his back and felt a strange energy wash over him. Ismael flicked his eyes about himself and saw what seemed almost a shadow seeming to loom over him. Giving him stealth without needing to try, as he looked to Tanithil and nodded as he listened. Yet once Tanithil showed him his dagger Ismael chuckled and said, "Thank you for the warning. Good to know my guide has sticky fingers".

Once they entered the Odds and Ends shop, Ismael gave the shopkeep, Melian, a wave and a small, "Hello", before allowing Tanithil to speak. As they spoke, Tanithil seemed pretty in his element, while Melian seemed pretty interested in showing off her wares. Once she finished Ismael said with a light gesture to the disguise ring, "What do you mean by wonky?" Ismael wanted to make sure he knew what he was getting into before they spent money to get something.