[IC] Avalia

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Demi-Human Settlements

Creatures in this area: cats, dogs, foxes, rodents

Roshmi City
This city is extravagant and beautiful. It is extremely large and has a population of 1 million. Most are demi-humans but other species are allowed to reside here. It is an overflowing pot of culture and events. It is booming with fortune and wealthy citizens. Demihumans of all sorts of species can be found here.

North Pass
This island has a small community of demi-humans more suited toward the cold, consisting of arctic species. It is fairly rural over here but folks are very polite and kind.

Oak Island
This island has more feral, less civilized demi-humans. Their speech is very basic, if any. There are no building structures.

Aquarian Kingdom
Offshore from Wyn Island, a kingdom of mermaids can be found deep on the sea floor.

Avian City
Up high east from Roshmi City, flying demi-humans choose to live up here very often to stay amongst their own.

Myriamor
Desert species of demi-human tend to flock to this desert city, but this is a very mixed settlement where all races can be found, much more than Roshmi City.

Daka Island

Creatures in this area: Many Dragons, Hydras, Goblins, Trolls

Malthemoor Kingdom
The dark elves reside on this island. They have made do with what they have and made their own city. It is colder up north so they often dress in heavy clothing. They are ruled by the Twin-Headed Dragon. The Daka Black Market resides here in the open as a normal shop here.

Avalian Kingdoms

Creatures in these areas: pixies, foxes, bears, wolves, reptiles, birds, many species of insects, rodents, unicorns, trolls, ogres

River Fairy Kingdom
This is a very large kingdom that stretches out to all the homes seen on the map with markets, high-end homes and a high population of 500,000. This is mostly a magic-focused community focused on traditional values. There are woods with skyscraping trees and areas of mushrooms as large as the trees. The mushroom forest near the River Kingdom is often lit up with pixies.

Sun Elf Kingdom
This is a prosperous elf kingdom is located in the Jungle of Avalia. They are very into trade and prospering careers in many sciences and engineering. They have amazing technological advancements such as the rift opener. It has a population of 600,000.

Key Trade Points

Yenworth
This is the northern trading point. All sorts of species come here to trade and barter. Many sailors port here to rest and eat the Yenworth Inn and Tavern.

River Port
This is a port by the Forest Canal with extensive things to do and see. Sailors and those looking for a fun night out alike will often find themselves here.

Port Vanarosa
This is the southern trading spot. Pirates tend to gravitate toward this one as law enforcement is a little scarce so far from Avalia.

Orc Settlements

Aldrakh
The Aldrakh Orc Clan is known to be quite savage and often wars with not only the Dugmaghord orcs, but also the dwarves nearby. They have been tending to side with the dark elves during conflict. They are the more populated orc clan and thus tend to have better resources, architecture and finances.

Dugmaghord
The Dugmaghord Orc Clan are known to just want to loot as much of anything as they can, only siding if there is profit to be gained. They are less in population and in finances, but that means they have all less to lose and tend to focus on raiding and plundering. These orcs are not to be trusted.

Dwarf Settlements

Ironhold
Dwarves can be found all along the mountains, mining away, however, Ironhold is their biggest and most known settlement.

Miscellanous

The Dreaded Isles
This is the most dangerous part of the sea, where sea creatures of all sorts have been known to terrorize sailors. Worst of all is the Kraken! Much like the Bermuda Triangle in our world, many lives are lost in this area, sometimes mysteriously. Whirlpools and all sorts of dangerous events tend to happen here, making some people believe it is a magical epicenter of sorts.

Wyn Island
This is a grassy desert area with an abandoned temple. The ruins of an ancient civilization can be found but other than that, it has been overtaken by wildlife.

The Uninhabitable Zone
This is the area on the most southern peninsula of Avalia where most life cannot survive. This is where demons come out from the abyss and tend to thrive.

Unnamed Winter Fairy Settlement

The winter fairy settlement is a very tight-knit village and there is no class system. Winter fairies look out for each other and make sure everyone is well cared for. Their population is around 5,000. They are able to flourish in the cold and have no problem with it. They have become experts in gathering food and hunting in their community. People live in around the same size homes. The law made is that the bigger the family you have, the bigger the homemade. If people need a bigger home, everyone pitches in to help them make a bigger home for their family. There is a small government of 20 fairies elected who lead the community. Dark elves were unable to locate the community and control to Aklenroth's dismay until the recent search.

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[Tae]

The Twin-Headed Dragon

Time: Night before the summoning
Location: Malthemoor

The storm outside raged with the loud claps of thunder as strikes of lightning flashed and illuminated the darkened room of the stone castle the twins resided, casting their shadows on the wall. The air was thick and humid and the sound of the torrential downpour was a heavy percussion against the ceiling above them.

“Th-th-the light elves are planning to summon man-thing tomorrow morning, do not know the location I don’t. Very s-s-secretive they are.” The rat demi-human knelt on the floor before the two. The dark-haired woman watched the rat curiously as they spoke and soon was grinning darkly. She had been lounging on her throne with her legs dangling over the armrest. She suddenly spun around and stood, slowly walking towards the sniveling rat.

”Is that so? And you truly don’t know anymore?” She asked, a grim smile on her beautiful face as she gently caressed his cheek. The rat quickly shook his head and Amarantha remained silent for a moment as she studied him, then sighed. ”Well then I guess you’ve become useless, wouldn’t you agree brother?”

Basilian looked towards the two, “Yes, and you know what we do with loose ends.” His face was stone cold with a lack of emotion as he hid his disgust from the rat on his floor. “I will give you the pleasure, sister.” He stood up walking past them, “I will get the preparations started with the cast spheres.” Basilian faced one of the guards standing in the room and said, “Get the prisoners and bring them to the balcony.”

The rat began pleading for his life, pure terror in his eyes as Amarantha shushed him as she leaned in closer. ”Hush now, everything is going to be okay.” There was a gentleness to her voice now and it began calming the man as he became unsure of what was going to happen. Was she actually going to kill him or did they mean something else when they meant ‘tying up loose ends’? Amarantha’s lips met the man’s in a soft, comforting kiss. She felt him relax, but then suddenly stiffen as his eyes and ears began bleeding. Dark tendrils surrounded Amarantha and her prey as he began screaming in agony. Suddenly he went limp and she let him drop to the floor, dark tendrils seeming to flow out of his mouth for a moment before dissipating. Amarantha stood upright once more as she wiped some blood from her mouth before moving back to her brother’s side.

“I don’t understand why you would put your lips on such a disgusting beast.” Basilian stared at his sister before looking back towards the cast sphere in his hand. “This should be ready.” He stated before he heard the door open. Basilian looked towards the door and watched as four prisoners were dragged into the room and out to the balcony. “It looks like we can join our unwelcome guests,” He told his sister as he walked out onto the balcony, rage now starting to seep out in his face.
The pitter-patter of the rain greatly increased in volume as they made their way outside. The sky was a foreboding molten gray.

Out in the middle of the courtyard sat a large map of all of Avalia. Kneeling atop of said map were four figures encompassing each of the large races of the land. On the far left of the group sat Prince Khurdral Mountainspine, heir to the throne of Ironhold and the Dwarves. Beside him was Prince Echo Millinia, youngest son of the Fairy King. Next in line was the general of the Light Elves, Talindra Joxalim. Last was the Demi-Human heir, Prince Itsuki Yoshikawa. All had their hands bound behind their backs and mouths gagged. They were swiftly becoming soaked from the rain and behind each of them stood a Dark Elf Dragon Knight.

Basilian activated the casting sphere, which opened up broadcasting to all of Availa. “Welcome Avalians to our show. We know you plan to bring the humans and thought we would make our move first. If you look over here, we have some of your fellow pinces and this Light Elf general. “ He said, waving his arm towards them and showing the world their faces. ”This is a declaration of war, We will take what is rightfully ours and plunge your pathetic races into despair just as you did to us thousand years ago. Our race has kept quiet for years building and growing this great nation of Malthemoor. I will make you watch as we murder your people just as you made us watch the murder of ours.” Basilians looked at the knights and with one swift movement of his hand the knights slit the throats of the prisoners letting the blood drain from their necks in view of everyone watching the broadcast.

”Remember this, people of Avalia, all of this could have been avoided. If you hadn't exiled us into the coldest places of Avalia, treated us as a lesser race, then there could have been peace. Now you have forced our hand and we will become the monsters you have believed us to be. The rivers and streets shall run red with the blood of your children.” As Amarantha finished speaking her words, she conjured the form of a twin-headed dragon with her dark magic. It appeared to emerge from her and her brother before lifting into the air, flying around for a moment before she signaled for the spheres to be shut off. War had come to Avalia once more.

[princess]

Day 1: Moonday, Juume 21st

Time: 9am, The Summer Solstice
Happy Soller! On the day of the summer solstice, many give thanks to the suns' power and enjoy the great weather by having swimming parties.

It's beautiful, sunny today in the Sun Elf Kingdom. The land is bathed in the light pink rays of the sun and the birds are chirping. Many elves are enjoying the warm weather by enjoying some swimming today and preparing outdoor feasts. The holiday of Soller celebrates the summer solstice. Fairies and demihumans have been known to take part in this joyous event!

However, the shadow of last night's events looms over Avalia. Large-scale funerals for the dead are being prepared for lost royals. The Twin-Headed Dragon has made their intentions clear and time is of the essence. Elves are gathered in the Hall of the Castle. The Biren royal family, along with their newly appointed general and other high-ranking elves all have gathered to summon humans into the world. Everyone stands back as Princess Rosaria and other powerful light elves raise their arms as the light rifts are finally opened once again!

Six humans soon appear in the middle of the hall, facing the King and Queen as they look down at them from the balcony.

In case of any issues arising in Sun Elf Kingdom, a small group of light elves also made an attempt in Port Vanarosa. To their dismay, only one human female appeared.

Shops

Gadgets and Conveniences

Please ask specifically for pictures of these items if you want to see them. There are too many for me to put all at once. I will post pictures of what you purchase.

Hoverboards - 500 amas
Jumping shoes - 200 amas
Zoomies - 300 amas
Pedaler - 600 amas
Portable Fira - 200 amas
Portable Cold Box (Think cooler) - 400 amas
Cooking pot - 5 amas
Location Senders - 400 amas
Portable Solar Box (Think PSP version) - 900 amas
Transmission Bracelet - 100 amas
Cast Spheres - One black and one white combo for 100 amas, each additional white sphere is 30 amas.
Memory Glass - Mirror 50 amas, 3D shape versions 130 amas
Teeth Cleanser - 5 amas
Hair Cleanser - 20 amas
Hair Softener(Think conditioner) - 20 amas
Body Cleanser(soap) - 2 amas
Hair Brush - 3 amas
Shower Tube - 30 amas
Armpit Fragrance - 5 amas
Birth Preventers - 2 amas
Eye Color Changer - 500 amas
Hair Color Changer - 500 amas
Timeteller (a watch) - 10 amas
Palm Warmers(put in gloves) - 5 amas
Darksight Glasses - 40 amas
Eye Protectors (sunglasses) - 2 amas
Water Purifier - 3 amas
Travel Shelter (Think tent, but square) - 100 amas
Portable bed (Like a sleeping bag, but thicker bottom to lay on) - 50 amas
Pillow -3 amas each
Blanket - 10 amas
Wayfinder (compass) - 10 amas
Fire starter kit - 20 amas
Light maker - 5 amas
First Aid Kit - 10 amas - Comes with bandages, disinfectant, cream
Lantern - 3 amas
Umbrella - 3 amas
Fishing pole - 10 amas
Net - 10 amas
Animal trap - 20 amas
Standard Backpack - 25 amas
Flask - 5 amas
Rope - 1 ama by the meter, 15 meters/50 feet for 15 amas

Potion Shop

Small Red Potions - Heal minor wounds - 1 Ama per potion
Small Blue Potions - Regain a 1/4 of mana - 1 Ama per potion
Medium Red Potions - Heal one or two shallow open wounds, cure headaches and ease aches/ pains, aid colds and minor illnesses - 3 Amas per potion
Medium Blue Potions - Regain 1/2 of mana - 3 Amas per potion
Large Red Potions - Heal one deep wound, heal concussions, double the speed of broken bone healing (8 weeks to 4 weeks) - 6 Amas per potion
Large Blue Potions - Regain 3/4 of mana 6 Amas per potion
Purple Potions - Heal minor wounds/illness & 1/4 of mana - 5 Amas per potion
Yellow Potions - Gain night vision for 12 hours -8 Amas per potion
Pink Potions - Double your stamina for 2 hours but half it after the period - 5 Amas per potion
Black Potions - Magic Resistance doubled for 3 hours - 5 Amas per potion
Green Potion - Heals diseases and poisons - 14 Amas per potion

Blacksmith

Blacksmith Selection

Sturdy Stables

Enchantment Shop

Enchantment Shop

A person can only hold/use three enchanted items, Trying to use a fourth or higher amount will not work as it will act as a regular item.

Weapon Enchantments

Shift - 150 amas - The symbol of a different melee Weapon is etched into the grip of this weapon. This causes the weapon to instantaneously change from its current form to the type of weapon etched onto the grip or back again.

Returning - 200 amas - If the item drops to the ground or you lose it, you speak the command word and it will return to the user's hand.
Dancing - 800 amas - This allows the user to speak a command word and the weapon lifts from the user's hand and magically moves around attacking whatever it's users tells it. You have to be in a 10 feet range of the weapon and you can only do it for three attacks in a row.

Lighting - 50 amas - The weapon emits light in a 15ft radius; comes in different colors

Shockwave - 1200 amas - (Two-Handed weapons) The weapon will release a small shockwave on impact of 10 ft

Unbreaking - 600 amas - The weapon is enchanted and cannot break or become dull.

Barrier - 400 amas - (Shield) When you hit the shield on the ground it creates a 10 by 10 ft magical wall in front of you for 5 seconds 2 uses a day.

Aesthetic - 100 amas - Your weapon can be enchanted to showcase ability, be fluorescent, or sparkle, etc by request. Just describe the cosmetic look you would like to achieve. (Does not stack onto your number of 3 enchantments as it is only for looks.)

Armor Enchantments

Channeling Gloves - 100 amas - This enchantment is also cosmetic for the user's magic with fire/water/wind/light it will change the color of the energy and element the user produces. For earth it will put a colored aura around the rocks, dirt or sand. (Does not stack onto your number of 3 enchantments as it is only for looks.)

Strength Gloves - 300 amas - These gloves will allow you to pick up heavier items without feeling any muscular strain. Can go up to 100 lbs before strain becomes noticeable.

Catching Gloves - 300 amas - Higher chance of catching an object flying toward you and of having a better grip on your weapon.

Armor of Absorption - 1000 amas - This will make a piece of armor absorb 3 magical attacks per day without harm to the wearer.

Armor of Deflection - 1000 amas - This will make a piece of armor deflect 3 physical attacks per day without harm to the wearer.

Ring Enchantments

Heat or Cold(Pick 1) Resistance(Temperature) - 800 amas - You can endure a temperature extreme without damage.

Breathe Underwater - 800 amas - Breathe underwater without issue for an unlimited amount of time.

Beauty - 300 amas - The wearer will become more attractive in appearance to those who lay their eyes on them.

Disguise - 600 amas - The wearer’s face will look different than reality to those who lay their eyes upon them.

Animal Charm - 300 amas - Animals will be more likely to be drawn toward you and enjoy your presence.

Levitation - 300 amas - Wearers can hover over the ground and levitate. However, you will not be able to move faster than walking speed while levitating.

Sun Elf Luxury Fashion

Port Vanarosa Clothing Shop

River Kingdom Clothing Shop

Rosaria

Roshmi Clothing

Hanami Designs

[Infinite Cosmos]

Time: 8:30 am, Summer Solstice
Location: The Glistening Lord Inn and Tavern, Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions: None, other than NPCs in the inn
Mentions: None.
Equipment: Rucksack filled with travel essentials, small personal axe, checked in with innkeep.

A soft thud could be heard from the room. Orenn grumbles as he sets down his mug of ale. Breakfast was simple. Eggs, sausage, toasted bread with a few mugs of brown ale to wash it all down. Letting out a heavy sigh, Orenn took out a leather-bound journal and opened it. Peering inside, he shifted a small, hand-drawn map to an empty spot on the table and set out a small jar of ink and quill to write with. Small tinkling sounds can be heard as he tapped the quill into the ink bottle.

Unsuccessful, as of right now, to acquire Tyrfing stone. It's apparently damn rare. Shit. Maybe I should have charged more. I've run through about 450 amas of the 600 retainer I took and it seems like I'm nowhere near this damn stone. Nothing in Yenworth. Nothing in North Pass. Nothing in Roshmi. I swear if I find out that the damn stone is found in River Fairy Kingdom or something I'd be pissed. I'll have to write a separate letter to that guy and ask for more from the remaining 600 amas... I'd really not want to do that. I have the iron ready, the wood for the handle, and leather for the wraps. I just need the damn stone. And now there is this shite with the dark elves declaring war. Fuck sakes. Can't everyone just leave each other alone? Why does it have to be all this conquering and bloodshed? Just find some good stone to work, and work.

Orenn physically shook his head as he tapped the quill back into the ink bottle and took another dram of the brown ale in his mug. What is it with this stone anyways. Why was it so hard to find? Orenn took a look at the map and tried to decide on a route he can take. He'll head towards River Port next. There are lots of people at the port. A blessing and a curse for him. Lots of information coming and going, but also a lot of judgment. Sighing, he sealed up the jar of ink and secure the quill before closing up the journal, satisfied with his latest entry. He flipped through a few more pages and looked at a few recipes and pondered some adjustments as he finished up his ale.

Once the ale mug was emptied, he got up and tidied up a bit. As brutish as his people might seem, they're still generally well-mannered and well-raised. Double checking that all of his belongings were packed away into his rucksack, his coin purse was tied to his waist and a charm that was passed down through his family was fastened to the necklace around his neck. Sheathing his axe to his waistband, Orenn exited the room and paid for his stay before leaving the inn and headed into town for more information and to, hopefully, outright buy the elusive stone...

[Potter]

Rosaria

Time: 9am
Location: Castle Hall of Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions:@Tae Raven @baraquiel Jomari @Alivefalling Caelan @Th3King0fChaos Ismael
@13org Nuallán @princess Sophie and Annya @Potter Saoirse

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Princess Rosaria stared at the castle hall with intensity. The prior night filled her mind’s eye. If she’d been a basilisk, she might have turned someone to stone. The innocent lives that had been ruthlessly taken had her clenching her fists. Despair must have filled those families, who were looking up to them specifically to help avenge their deaths. Rose promised herself she’d do whatever it took to do so. Her shoulders felt as if there were bricks on them. Her throat felt dry, and she wasn’t sure why her hands were shaking.

Never mind this, she thought. With a quick glance to the thrones, she found her mother’s encouraging smile and her father’s intense stare. Rose found herself looking around for Nuallán as an escape, but her father spoke up and broke her out of her reverie.

King Kymil looked at her directly and spoke with intensity. ”Go on, Rosaria. Your moment has come. Make us proud.”

”Rosaria and Annya, you were born to protect this kingdom and your people. Do not fail us. The stakes are too high for you to fail.” Queen Renna added gruffly, with a sternness in her tone that meant there wasn’t any room for failure.

With all eyes on Annya, her and the other elves, Rose nodded and turned to face the middle of the room. Quickly she bit her tongue so as not to reply and break her concentration. She glanced at her sister and took her hand gently with gentleness in her eyes, as if she were greeting a fawn. Rosaria tried her best not to show her nervousness around her. She had to be strong for her kingdom, her people, and her family. If they so much as touched a hair on her sister’s head…. Rose gritted her teeth and ignored these thoughts.

With a glance around, she nodded to the other light elves and they raised their hands in unison. Her eyes narrowed as concentration filled them. Light shot out of her hands and into the middle of the room. The brightness was blinding, and Rose had to force herself not to look away. Slowly, rifts began to open up. Rosaria allowed her anger to rise as she thought of the innocent lives taken. The General had been one of her friends. Her mind flashed to the Fairy Kingdom. They had their share of trauma and now they had lost their other son. T The dwarf kingdom had been one she admired, though not knowing the prince directly. Then last, but not least, Prince Itsuki. Rose felt her heart lurch as she successfully opened several rifts. This was the right thing to do. Their deaths had to be avenged, and the rest of Avalia to be kept safe.

There was silence; then cheers erupted in the hall. The loudness of it startled her; but she reminded herself to focus. She glanced at the others and found them grinning at her, so she returned it. Then, as quickly as the rifts opened, six humans came flying through it and onto the floor. Rosaria kept her hands up in case anymore came; once it was determined they had only six humans, she then slowly allowed the rifts to close.

Rosaria grinned with triumph as she faced the humans. All eyes were on them; then she spoke sweetly as she approached them with an outstretched hand. ”Welcome, humans, to the Sun Elf Kingdom in the land of Avalia. My name is Princess Rosaria, and I implore you to let us speak and help you.” She breathed steadily, but her heart couldn’t stop racing. Rosaria waited patiently for them to react and kept her smile up.

[Th3King0fChaos]

Time: 4 am -> 9 Am
Location: A small hotel in Somalia -> Castle Hall of Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions: @Potter
Equipment: Underwear, Dog tags, and a bed.

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Ismael was just about to go to bed for the night. The night was long and he needed to get up in a few hours. They will be heading out to Senegal to deliver arms to the forces there, and they were expected there by tomorrow. Yet Ismael wanted to fix his bed and making sure it was spotless. This was a small thing he always did anytime they were stayed at hotels, even if it was on the nicer end. So he moved everything off of the bed and onto the dresser. Once he did he took a black light and flashed it over the entire bed, as it glowed like a Christmas tree. With a face of disgust he flipped the bed over to see the other side, it was even worst.

Ismael then thought, what if all of his stuff is covered, as he flashed himself, and sure enough, he glowed as well. He was disgusted as he took off everything and headed to the shower. After a quick shower, he went and checked the blankets and sheets, sadly the ones on the bed were gross, but the spares were all clean, as he started to put a layer of blankets and sheets on top of the bed as he then used a spare sheet as a blanket. yet before he was able to finish making his bed, Ismael saw a bright light behind him, as he turned thinking it was one of his buddies who snuck in with his spare key. Yet what he saw was otherworldly, as a large portal opened, and before Ismael could get to the head of his bed, he was already pulled in.

Once Ismael was through, he felt his body was about to hit the floor, so he curled himself up before the moment of impact to allow himself to roll through and onto his feet. Right when he came up he saw the place he was in, and he wasn't concerned about the architecture, just the fact he didn't know where he was. Ismael quickly looked around to find anything to defend himself and he saw his bed. He hopped up quickly and threw himself back to it where he 'knew' a weapon was. But right when he grabbed at the pillows and threw them off, he was met with a surprise, there was nothing there. As he remembered, he had left his gun on the dresser because he was still making his bed.

With a click of the tongue, he looked back upon hearing the voice of a woman behind him. When the woman spoke, Ismael was defensive, yet she was very passive and even trying to be comforting. Ismael let her speak, yet felt weird, as everything here felt so different. The air here was so strange it felt clear but almost suffocatingly so, the temperature here was very different, and even the atmospheric pressure was very different. They must have been a decent height above sea level. Once Ismael quickly acclimated to the sensory overload he spoke, "Avalia? Never heard of...".

As that was the moment Ismael began looking and he saw everything around him for what it was. The woman in front of him was strange, her features were strong, yet what was most prominent was her ears, they had such length and sharpness. Ismael knew what an Elf was, if you had access to any form of visual media you knew what an Elf was. He started looking towards each person around him as he realized: 'Oh, this is very real. If it was a dream, I'd summon a gun right now'. Sure enough, when a gun doesn't appear in his hand, and he doesn't start flying around as you'd normally do in a lucid dream, he knew this was real.

Ismael snapped himself out of his ideas and thoughts as he walked over to Princess Rosaria and shook her hand, knowing that cooperation is the best was the best thing to do here, "It is good to meet you, Princess Rosaria, my name is Ismael Helstein". He tried to set a firm and strong impression, not knowing that he already did, just not the way he wanted.

[princess]

Time: 9am
Location: Castle Hall of Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions:@Tae Raven @baraquiel Jomari @Alivefalling Caelan @Th3King0fChaos Ismael
@13org Nuallán @Potter Saoirse
Equipment:Armor; Chest plate is enchanted with Armor of Absorption, Map of Avalia, Water Flask, A bag of elf and demi-human ears and tails, Ama pouch with 2000 amas on hand, Three large red potions, Wayfinder, Hygiene supplies, Rose-scented Perfume, Location Sender, Shower Tube, Bedroll, Water Purifier,Axes with returning enchantment,Her backpack

Annya had barged into the hall earlier, her dark hair in a tight ponytail. She yanked open the curtains to a large nearby window, the light illuminating the floor. Then she held her map up toward the light of the window for a moment, its material becoming translucent. She spoke up, declaring and interrupting any conversation that was ongoing previously, "I will be taking my humans to River Port. It's one of the many obscure small towns out west. It is also not too far from here in case I need elves." She rolled it up after squinting up at it for a moment. She shut the curtains aggressively. Shoving the map in her bag, she turned and pointed at a couple of light elves standing up against the wall, "I'm going to take you two. Rosaria, don't take too many. Too big a group will bring attention."

One of them whistled softly under their breath. It was not hard to tell when Annya was in a mood. Her tone became more blunt than usual and the tension seemed to come off her in waves. However, they all had expected this. She and Talindra had been quite close. Not a day went by that Annya had been aiding her. The prior night, many had been assuring her that the general had simply gone off somewhere, but Annya knew Talindra never left without letting her and Rosaria know. As it had been broadcasted last night, Annya had simply watched with clenched teeth before stomping out to her room without another word.

Annya moved to stand beside her elder sister. She was tasked with aiding her in her rift opening, as she did not have the skill to do so herself. There were four powerful light elves also in the room, ready to open them as well. She followed her sister's gaze silently toward her parents. Annya wondered if Rosaria thought she could pull it off. This stunt hadn't pulled in over a thousand years. Regardless, the hard part would be keeping the humans alive and willing to help, not bringing them forward. It would be difficult, but Annya was sure things would go to plan. The King and Queen spoke, but it was just background noise as the gears in Annya's head spun around rapidly.

Her sister's gentle touch soon brought her back out to reality and she tilted her head to meet her gaze. She had been on edge and almost snapped at her, but her sister's gentle expression made her rethink that move. Rosaria seemed to be handling this okay, but Annya knew her well enough to know she was putting on an act. Taking a moment to get her thoughts in order and compose herself, she then smiled at her Rosaria,"You got this. I will have your back." Her tone was much lighter this time.

As everyone raised their hands, Annya did as well to help add light magic to Rosaria's rift. She felt a familiar warm tingle in her palms as a thick light beam emerged from them, moving in a straight line forward into Rosaria's line of magic. The entire room flashed white, but Annya continued a constant flow. When finally the room began to dim down to its usual view, Annya let her arms falter. After a moment, she could see new figures on the floor of the hall. She mentally counted about six of them.

Rosaria welcomed them and Annya moved forward once she was finished speaking. She was going to have to ease up if they were going to be successful in convincing these people with weird ears to agree to fight a random war.

"My name is Princess Annya. You have been summoned to a different dimension that your kind has not walked in years. Our people humbly request your aid in saving our land. As my sister stated, this place is called Avalia. You will soon come to realize that you are in possession of abilities that you do not have in your realm. These abilities can be used to save millions of people from death. We will train, feed, and protect you, then send you back to where you come from. I offer you the opportunity to be heroes and do something extraordinary!" She gave them a confident smile and spoke loudly for them all to hear.

After her brief speech, Annya took a moment to glance over the humans. What she was able to observe thus far was a scarcely dressed male, who had moved up to shake the hand of her sister, and a young girl with purple hair who was drawing in a small book. She hadn't even seemed to notice that she was anywhere new yet.

Rose can have those two.

[Benzaiten]

Time: 9:00 am
Location: Port Vanarosa
Mentions: @Infinite Cosmos | Orenn (shortly)
Equipment:

Hider

clothing
longsword
two daggers
her bow + arrows
backpack including:
one change of clothing
some rations (incl. water)
a pouch with 550 amas
a blanket
a washing cloth
a location sender
hair ties
a small one-hand shovel

---

The sun threw glistening sparks upon the softly moving water. Reflections of light danced upon its surface, unbothered and uncaring about the events of last night. Unlike the body floating aimlessly on top of it, letting the soft tender waves carry her body sideways. Her eyes help open, up into the sky towards blinding sunlight. Her white hair sprawled out around her in the water, she lied flat upon the water surface. As the water was still and cool, Éliane's chest felt like a raging storm of emotions beginning to drown her. She closed her eyes as the wave inside her hit her with those heavy emotions again and her mind replayed the bloodshed of yesterday before her inner eyes. She let out a long breath. Steady... One more. Steady now. The waves inside her stilled down. Yet, as she opened her eyes once more, salt leaked over her face, falling from eyes that had tried to leave the crying in the night.

Éliane breathed out once more, closed her eyes. She felt the warm sun on her skin. And she let herself sink underneath the surface. As the water swallowed her whole, she enjoyed the drag downwards... down, down... Her eyes kept closed, the coldness of the sea was a welcome embrace; its sensation killing some of the stormy emotions, the heaviness in her chest. All this pain. Submerged, she spread out her arms into the cold, let her feet dangle deeper where the water got even cooler. The fear of what is coming, what was announced ate up her senses and found its way inside her chest, her veins. Feasting on all the pain her brain was trying to prepare for. As if you could prepare for a war to come. Even worse so, one at this scale.

They were summoning the humans at the castle. What if they would come for the Sun Elf Kingdom first? Because they dared to bring forth humans, to reintroduce them into the world. Would it matter to her less if it was not the Sun Elf Kingdom who had this ability and decided to use it? Would she feel less frightened if the fairies could wield this power? Or the dwarves? Of course not. Orenn... Where would he be now? Did he make his way to the Sun Elf Kingdom already? Would he be safer there, with the humans, their saviors, their grand hope... Or would he be more endangered?

Air became tight. As she pushed her legs and resurfaced, she gasped for air. Much needed air. Her hands stroked back the hair, leaving the white mane flat on her head, the length of it dancing within the water. A breeze brought a cold shiver to her skin before the warmth of the sun kissed it away. Èliane had swum and swum and swum some more after she had woken up this morning. Then, exhausted, she had rested upon the water on her back for thirty minutes. And not a single person in this damned port had asked about her wellbeing. Although a few drunkards - It's just SO early. - had managed to shout some amazingly uncreative words about her underthings towards her. This was saying, it was time to get out.

Throwing all thoughts away, she began swimming back to the dock she had sprung into the water from. As she pulled herself up with ease she dripped water everywhere. Éliane took her hands to her hair and wrung them out as best as possible. She didn't even try to squeeze water from the cloths around her chest and hips. On bare feet she walked down the street, slipping around a corner and into an alleyway. She balanced herself on her tip-toes, feeling in her body a repulsion to the dirt on the street. Naked feet have never been an issue for Éliane, she loved the earth underneath her soles, how it would swallow her steps, how she could walk without breaking a stick. But here it was different. Those were stone paths and it was Port Vanarosa. Enough of the bad-kind-of-dirt splattered onto the streets daily, she didn't try to imagine.

As she rounded the next corner, she found herself at a dead end. A look above her shoulder to make sure she was alone and with two skilled hand placements and one foot on the wall, she propelled herself up and above the low but thick stone wall. Her feet landed on grass on the other side. As she reached her hiding spot, she quickly resurfaced a backpack from its hidden spot from beneath the earth, marked by a tree that only elves would know how to distinguish from others. And maybe some fairies. In no time her backpack, bow, and quiver hung loosely above her shoulder and her sword hang from her lazy grip.

Without bothering to throw clothes over her still dripping wet undergarment, she began to walk along the grassy side of the stone wall which rose higher as she walked further. Images of blades, blood, and bodies dropping lifeless to the cold ground haunted her mind. The General, an elf she had not personally known, but still felt like one of hers, finding his end in such a devastatingly cowardly way. So far away from home. From the warmth of the sun and the business of their Kingdom. She had looked away just a moment too late and the images of those people had not since left her inner eye. The two faces of the Two-Headed Dragon seemed burned into her memory for eternity. Éliane could not fathom such actions, such coldheartedness. The dark elves had felt superior to the rest of them for far too long. Reparations should have been made long ago for the treatment of their kind before it could come to this. But war has begun. And it might just be time for you to reconsider your ideal.

Éliane rounded the next corner, her feet noticed the change of ground before the rest of her did. Something grabbed at her arm, at her waist, she got jerked backward! Éliane gasped, her eyes went wide, her mouth got slapped by a foreign hand, keeping her from producing any word or sound. The sword from her hand was gone, her fingers grabbed uselessly at her waist but her daggers were still in her backpack. Which, she realized only now, had found its way to her feet, next to her quiver. Now her eyes widened in a different kind of surprise. She had never - not once in her life - been overtaken like that. I am not equipped for a war.

[Potter]

Saoirse & Raven

Time: 11pm Earth to 9am Avalia
Location: Chicago, Illinois > Castle Hall of Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions: @baraquiel Jomari @Alivefalling Caelan @Th3King0fChaos Ismael @13org Nuallán @princess Sophie and Annya @Potter Rosaria

Theme for Saoirse’s heist

The night was calm and still; cars raced to and from to their destinations and animals scuttled about in the woods. Fireflies light up the darkness, illuminating the plants and trees nearby. Streetlights showed the city, filled with rats and people hurrying home. The moonlight reflected off of puddles in the street. Alarms and gunshots pierced the night air, causing people to scream and duck into nearby shops. Sirens followed closely behind, as did muffled yelling. Footsteps sounded as a hooded figure in red jumped from roof to roof, giggling manically. Behind her, others jumped too, and then split up as they went separate ways to confuse the policemen down below.

A bus came rolling to a stop as a girl with white hair stepped off, ready to head home after a wonderful day at a Con. She’d agreed to go with her friends dressed as a cute neko girl and so she was getting strange looks due to the cat ears attached to her head. She was also dressed in a cute little maids outfit as that was the theme they’d decided to go with. She’d taken her heels off and was now walking barefoot. Some made comments about that being unsanitary, but she ignored them. Now she was walking alone down the street, ready for the half hour walk home. She heard the sirens, but didn’t think much of them as this was commonplace in this city.

”This way!” Saoirse ran to the foot of the roof, then hopped off of it and summersaulted onto the next building. Her voice was soft, but her Irish accent cut through nonetheless, and she hastily tried to quiet it down. One of the trademarks of her identity was her accent. She cast a glance at the policemen who were confusedly trying to follow. She blew the cops a kiss as she evaded them once more. Behind her were Deidra and James. Declan and Gaia led the other two groups. The group flew over rooftops silently, though some conversation was shouted to direct one another. Gunshots rang out as the cops below ordered each other, though she couldn’t hear what they were saying. Saoirse guessed it was to shoot them all, and to be taken dead or alive. All was well; the sirens, the alarms, and the bag of money in her black backpack. Her heart felt as if it might jump out of her chest and she loved it. She wore black leggings with a black long sleeved shirt, black gloves, red leather jacket with hood, and leather combat boots. Her hair was in a tight ponytail.

Saoirse giggled, then let out a gasp. A piercing scream jolted her and caused her to stumble, temporarily causing her to lose her hood. She halted and spun around to find Deidra laying on the ground with a gunshot wound to her leg. Color drained from her face as the duo halted, but Dee waved them off. ”Dee!”

”I’ll be fine, Red. Go!” Shae scowled, but then continued to run with James right behind her.

It was gunshots that caught Raven’s attention and she jumped as she glanced around, concerned for her own safety and the safety of others. It was the scream that caused her to stop, her heart pounding in her chest. That scream was close, real close. She gulped as she continued onwards, picking up her pace as she rounded the next corner.

Unexpected footsteps behind her caused her to inhale sharply. Some of the policemen had climbed nearby fire escapes to catch them on the roof. Two rooftops away, Deidra was resisting and cursing at the tops surrounding her. From the east and west of her, screams and shouts pierced through the night, joined by more gunshots and cursing. A helicopter had joined the fray, eager to catch the criminals. Below, she heard dogs barking and knew the K9s had entered the game. Those furry little bastards had taken a chunk out of her ankle once and she swore she’d never forget it. Shit! Now what? Saoirse looked around and skidded to a halt. There was an alleyway nearby.

At the same time, James stopped as he stared at her. ”Go, Red. I’ll distract them for you.”” She stared at him as her heart lurched once more. She opened her mouth to protest but he waved her off. Saoirse scowled; knowing if they caught her it’d be worse. Saoirse pulled her hood back up and distantly heard her name. A slight smirk crossed her face and then she ran to the right and into a nearby alleyway. She hadn’t seen the cat figure below and ended up knocking them to the ground. She cursed as she stared at the figure who’d broken her fall and rolled away. As she climbed to her feet to run away, she noticed the face. Saoirse stood up, backed away, and then scowled. What the hell was she doing here?

”Raven, what the fuck are you doing here?” She quickly tightened her ponytail and glowered. Of all fucking places, Raven was here? The little shit was going to get incriminated if she was caught. Saoirse glared with the strength of a thousand suns. She didn’t have time for this. Her gang was in the midst of all getting caught or injured and brought into the slammer.

Raven hadn’t been expecting someone to land on her from above and was very confused for a hot second. She heard a familiar Irish accent as she pulled herself off the ground and glanced at the figure. She simply blinked at Saoirse for a moment, but then shook her head. ”What do you mean what the fuck am I doing here? I’m walking home! What the fuck are you doing jumping off a ROOF?!” She asked, irritation laced in her words as she crossed her arms over her chest. She looked the woman over, taking note of what she was wearing, the suspicious bag, the sirens and gunshots, and slowly Raven felt nervous. ”Saorise, what’s going on?”

Saoirse groaned with frustration. ”You know this side of town isn’t safe, Raven.” She scowled and then paused. Voices rang out, and her heart lurched once more, recognizing Declan’s. Saoirse sighed and didn’t move to go check. Raven’s nervousness became apparent, and Shae began to curse. It was likely they’d let Raven off, seeing as the girl was dressed as a fucking cat; however…

”Well I’m sorry this is the only part of town that had a place I could afford to rent.” Raven seethed at the woman, but it was clear she wasn’t entirely paying attention at the moment.

”Never mind, I don’t care. Run.” She shoved the girl forward and down the alleyway, hoping she had the sense to follow. ”Let’s go!” The sound of barking was coming closer. Saoirse scowled and moved down the next alleyway, only to find a dead end. ”Fuck!” It was too high for her to scale, and Raven would be quite worthless to even attempt it. Saoirse scowled as she turned to her, ready to begin preparing a quick escape essay for her when a burst of light blinded her. Her throat began to feel tight as she began breathing unsteadily. ”Oi! What the hell - “ She covered her eyes and stared at the light. It wasn’t coming from behind her, as she initially thought; instead, it was against the wall. It was a light portal…?

”Raven, are you seeing this, or am I stoned out of my mind?” The sound of the dogs and cops was looming closer, and they didn’t have long before they were both caught and detained. She scowled. ”You coming in with me or not, girl? It’s this, or cops, and I am not leaving my fate up to those bastards. I’m going.”

Everything was happening quite quickly and Raven was trying to process things. What was this light portal? How did she get mixed up in all this? Did life hate her this much? ”You are literally the WORST!” She shouted at Saoirse before shoving the girl through the portal and following right behind her, not about to be blamed for whatever the woman did.

Saoirse went to snap back a response, but was shoved through the portal. She scowled as she stumbled through it and into a hall. She stared at the ground, expecting it to be a jail. Realization dawned on her that it wasn’t a jail, nor did it even look remotely like earth. The architecture was grand and looked royal. There were tall, humanoid creatures nearby with pointy, sharp ears. She heard a woman’s voice, followed by another, but their words didn’t make sense. What the hell was going on and where were they? What the fuck were these... creatures? Raven’s voice filled her mind as she registered it and scowled in reply.

Raven, in turn, stumbled as she fell through the portal and as she emerged on the other side moments after Saoirse she fell right into her before landing face first on the ground. ”Oh good, now my hands and knees are double scuffed up. Thanks for that.” She shot at Saoirse as she got back up to her feet. She finally glanced around, freezing as she saw...elves? Were they in Middle Earth? No, that elf just said Avalia? What in the world was happening?

Saoirse grunted when Raven fell on top of her and scowled. She rolled her eyes at her comment. ”Your hands and knees scoffed up? Try your ankle chewed out by the dogs, girl, and then come talk to me about pain, or a bullet wound to your abdomen. You’re welcome for the softer landing.”

As she stood up, the women's voices filled her head again. ”Oh you’re SO hardcore.” Raven mumbled back.

Where the hell had they landed? She pinched herself, but the scenery hadn’t changed. Avalia, different dimensions and… what? The chance to be a hero? Saoirse quickly guffawed, a quick change from her scowl. She glanced at Raven and took a half step towards the girl. Saoirse’s scowl returned as she narrowed her eyes. What the hell was going on?

[Kazemitsu]

Time: 9AM
Location: Castle Hall of Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions: None, Currently observing.
Equipment: Cobalt Saber, Cobalt Half Plate, Map of Avalia, Lantern, Water Flask, 3x Torch, x10 Travel Rations, Washing Brush.

Kharne's eyes were closed while he stood way off to the side in the Castle Hall. His thoughts were to the previous night, the declaration of war from the Dark Elves. Which weren't surprising really, if you were condemned to a small location you'd get pissed off too. But instead of the diplomatic approach the arrogant ones decided to take on the rest of the world. Granted their dark sorcery was powerful judging by what the history books said. But it had been shown in many a skirmish that Kharne had been in, you could be insanely powerful and skilled but numbers would destroy you eventually. Or you could be outsmarted. Either way the message was sent and diplomacy probably wasn't on the table anymore.

At the sound of magical vortexes one of his eyes snapped open. The two princesses and some other high end mages were finally performing the summoning. Several of these portals were opened and out popped, tumbled, and flopped some humanoid beings. Once they were out the vortexes closed and the princesses approached the little cluster of humans. It didn't seem there was a rhyme or reason to who was called. Each person, except the two flopping women, were very different from each other. Still that steel colored eye ran over each of the magically brought over humans. Only the mostly nude male was seemingly built for combat. The rest were slight females or a strangely slight male.

Granted a lithe build didn't mean useless, but in his mind that would mean they would be geared towards magic or light arms. Things he couldn't really help with except potentially teach how to fight against a huge and powerful opponent. Granted he had only been hired to protect, not to teach. Although judging by the younger princesses statement she'd be taking care of and training some of the humans elsewhere? It was smart to take different groups of humans and separate them, but there was also strength in numbers and combining resources like trainers. It was a gamble of safety and success either way you looked at it.

But there was another issue. He couldn't split in two, there was only one of him. Where would he be going? A question for the two princesses for later after everything was more settled. Still he stepped forward a more, getting closer to the group. Not that it was hard to miss him, what with him being well over the heads of the eves and built like a damned house. Maybe his presence would have the princesses tell him where he was going without him having to ask? He really wasn't the most vocal of beings unless he was comfortable.

[Alivefalling]

Caelan Knight

Time: 8pm → 9am
Location: His friend’s house → Sun Elf Castle Hall
Interactions: @Tae Raven @baraquiel Jomari @princess Annya and Sophie @Th3King0fChaos Ismael @13org Nuallán @Potter Saoirse and Rosaria
Equipment: A D&D miniature, a blunt and the clothes on his back

Caelan sat around a wooden table in a dining room with his friends. It was your standard Canadian home with a simple wooden dining set and the room had red walls. Bowls of Cheetos, pretzels, and other snacks were on the table. A big board with a fantasy map was laid out in the middle and miniatures were scattered everywhere as well as a couple of red bulls.

He had on a black beanie and baggy, comfortable clothes. His dirty-blonde hair was a bit messy but it was freshly cleaned. His friends were in similar condition. The group had been playing D&D for the past three hours and were close to the end of the session

Caelan hunched over the table to keep a close look on the board, intensely into it. As it was nearing his turn, he listened closely to his friend as he casted fireball. With a chuckle of delight as it dealt massive damage, he leaned back again and received a blunt into his hand. They had been passing it around. The DM turned to address him, a gleam in his eye.

“A portal opens up and you get sucked into it.... and that’s where we are gonna end.”The DM,Nick, said dramatically, putting intensity into every word.

His friends groaned with disappointment at the game's ending.

Mathias, however, proclaimed, “Thank God I gotta piss.”
The others began to mutter their agreements and everyone started to go toward the bathrooms.

Caelan shrugged and took another hit of his blunt and picked up his miniature. At that moment, a literal rip in reality stretched out behind him and sucked him in backward.

He came flying into the hall on his chair. It landed straight as he stared forward with wide eyes, then the chair fell backward on the floor with him in it.

“What the fuck?!”He yelled loudly before stumbling to get up and grabbing his blunt. The confusion on his face was visible as he looked around. He was not with his friends. The place he was in was huge and looked very royal and fantasy-like with the architecture. Caelan took one final look around and stared at the elves in front of him with shock. He listened to the elf chicks who proclaimed to be princesses speak of a different world that he and these humans around him were all summoned to. They started telling them they had powers and that they could be heroes in this world.
Caelan couldn’t believe his ears. He had to take in for at least a full minute straight while still smoking his blunt. Excitement filled him as everything loaded in his head. He had been so bored with his mundane life and had always wished he could live a life like this. He decided he was probably too high for this and decided to observe as others spoke.

Once there was silence, he asked, his voice taking on a bit of an overdramatic tone as if he was voicing a righteous hero, ”How do we use these so-called powers? Cause I want to be called a hero, also the name is Caelan Knight, is that heroic enough?”

[Tae]

Time: Night before the summoning----->9 AM
Location: Roshmi Palace
Interactions:
Mentions: @hide on mana Kuroi
Equipment:

Hider

Bag of essentials
Rope
Katana
Wakizashi
10 kunai
Several pieces of jewelry to sell
Pouch with 1000 amas
Bread
Water
Cheese

Just stay out of my way, I came for blood…

Music filled the ballroom of the Roshmi palace as men and women dressed in fine clothes and jewelry danced and conversed with one another. A white haired wolf demi-human girl sighed as she sipped on some wine and watched people dance. Of course her parents were throwing a ball the night before Soller. They’d be throwing another tomorrow night as well once Itsuki got home from his trip, wherever the hell that was. Her brother was always out and about, traveling to different places for parties and all sorts of revelries while Mikazuki was stuck at home. She’d never even left Roshmi unless it was for political things or parties. Why she was always so sheltered she’d never know, but at least she was able to sneak out once in a while for a few hours.

Suddenly a large image of the Dark Elf twins filled the room as Basilian’s voice boomed through the hall. Everyone stopped and stared in confusion, but then there was a scene that made Mika’s blood turn to ice. Four figured knelt on the ground, almost all of them she recognized, but her eyes were glued on one in particular. It was Itsuki. Her heart was pounding in her chest, panic rising as she realized what was happening. She heard her mother scream out and the rest of the room erupt in chaos as Itsuki’s throat was slit open. She watched as the life drained from her brother’s eyes, then she was looking at the twins once again. Had that really just happened?

Suddenly Mika was surrounded by guards and she was being ushered out of the ball room, as if there was some sort of threat to her currently. She followed, feeling absolutely numb as she was escorted to her room. She was the heir now and she needed to be protected at all costs.

---

The palace was in absolute chaos and Mika was confined to her room the next day. She’d gotten over her shock and was now angry. She wanted, no, she NEEDED revenge and she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to get it. She was supposed to meet with her new teacher today, Kuroi Usagi, the son of Akane, but that was going to have to wait. She needed to get out of Roshmi and make her way to the Sun Elf Kingdom where she knew they were summoning human’s.

For a while now, Mika had been in contact with some elven rebels and was doing what she could to aid in the rebellion while staying in Roshmi. She’d gained trust with them and was informed of the plan to summon humans, a plan she was mildly worried about. How would they ensure that the humans would help them? What motive would they have? It was now time to join the rebellion instead of working from the shadows as she had been previously.

She shoved essential supplies into a pack before strapping her katana and wakizashi to her back. She threw a few other things into the pack before pulling a mask over her face and throwing a cloak on. She couldn’t slip out the front door of her room, as it was being heavily guarded, so she needed to go out the window. Only issue with that was the fact her room was on the fourth floor. Lucky for her, she was able to stash 50 ft of rope in her room. She secured the rope around herself and looped the rope around her heavy bedpost. In theory it should hold her weight...at least she hoped. She then dropped the rest of the rope out the window. With one last check to make sure everything was secured, Mika took a deep breath and slowly eased herself out the window.

After a couple minutes she made it on top of a small bit of roof, the first checkpoint. Now she just had to make it down one more story. She untied the rope, bundled it back up, and shoved it in her pack before slowly beginning to shuffle towards the edge. The roof was slicker than she'd expected and she slipped, sliding down the roof. She gasped, grasping for anything she could. Finally she got a purchase on the gutter of the roof as she went sliding off the edge. It took everything in her to hold on as she dangled over the edge. She was now staring into the study where her mother sat, weeping. She hadn't noticed her quite yet and Mika needed to move fast. She was about eight or nine feet off the ground still and she took a deep breath before she let go. She did her best to roll in order to not injure herself, though it still hurt.

Mika quickly got herself up off the ground and looked towards the gates. There were some people heading out, if she was quick enough she could use them as a disguise to slip out. Silently she ran towards the group, keeping her head down as they began passing the guards. She was just beginning to feel confident that she'd made it when the guards grabbed her arm. "Now where do you think you're going, Princess Mikazuki?" The guard who'd watched her grow up asked, under orders to stop her at any costs. Irritation ran towards her as she looked at him.

"Uhh...I'm heading to my lesson with Ms. Akane's son and you're going to make me late." There was very clear irritation in her voice and only received a chuckle.

"Is that so? Why weren't we informed about this then?" Of course this wasn't going to be easy...

[13org]

Time: 9am
Location: Castle Hall of Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions: Rosaria @Potter, @princess Annya
Mentions: Raven @Tae, Jomari @baraquiel, Caelan @Alivefalling, Ismael @Th3King0fChaos@princess Sophie, Saoirse @Potter

The events of the last night had turned the entire Sun Elf Kingdom upside down. The Dark Elves' declaration of war was definitive. Blood was already spilled and here was no possibility for negotiation. The war was already certain. With a bloody war looming over the horizon, threatening to engulf the entire Avalia, there was not a single soul among the royals or the nobles with a happy expression on the ceremony that they were about to perform. Nuallán knew that the tensions between Dark Elves and Light Elves wasn't something new. The unhealed wounds of what happened thousands of years ago festered and refused to heal no matter how much time passed. With the silence from both kingdoms and no attempt made in thousands of years to try and mend the political relations between both races, the entire situation was truly a powder barrel, waiting to explode... And now, it had finally happened. The declaration of war from the Dark Elves made it clear that the upcoming war was the worse type of war. It was a war born out of spite and hatred.

Standing a few meters away from Rosaria in one side of the room, Nuallán could clearly see how nervous his Mistress was by how she glanced around, how her hands were shaking and other small hints on her body language. Unfortunately, even if she was searching for him with her eyes, he couldn't help her. He knew how shaken the royalty was after the declaration of war and most importantly, he knew how much of the responsibility to deal with it rested in the royal blood. As someone who had the royal blood of the Biren running through her veins and most importantly, as a princess, it was her duty to be strong for her people and to protect them and their land. That didn't prevent him from being worried about her though. Being the next in line for being the queen already put a huge weight over her shoulders and now with the war, she would need every support he could give her.

Rosaria wasn't the one that was struggling to control her emotions though. From the moment Princess Annya had barged inside the hall, speaking about taking the humans under her to the River Kingdom as she looked on the map, putting it in front of the window. Her steps, the tone of her voice and her entire being radiated the anger and wrath she was feeling and how hard she was trying to keep it under control. Nuallán knew how much she was affected after losing General Talindra on the declaration of war that happened last night. Everyone in the castle knew how close the general and Princess Annya were. After closing the curtains in a particularly aggressive manner, she took her spot besides Rosaria, moving with large, impatient strides. Nuallán closed his eyes, sighing as the king and the queen spoke, formally announcing the start of the ceremony where the rift would be opened. Preparing herself for the task ahead, Rosaria gently held Princess Annya's hand, smiling gently to her, trying not to show how nervous she was and ease her sister's nervousness. Nuallán watched with a discreet smile as Princess Annya's expression visibly became calmer and lighter speaking with a much calmer tone, comforting Rosaria before they began opening the rifts. Things would be very tough from now on. Not only for the Sun Elf Kingdom, but for the entire Avalia. He could only hope that the bonds that tied Annya and Rosaria would continue to be stronger than the raging fires of war. Even though both sisters had incredibly different personalities, as long as the two sisters remained together, supporting each other, Nuallán was sure that no matter how hard, terrible and long the war became, they would continue firm and resolute, protecting the kingdom and the lives of their people.

Opening a rift was an incredibly difficult task, something that wasn't been accomplished in thousands of years. Even though Rosaria was considered to be a rare genius regarding magic, it would still prove to be a difficult task even with the aid of Princess Annya and other powerful mages. A deafening silence flooded the hall as the mages started. Seconds seemed to last minutes as every noble in the room held their breaths. The very second the few first rifts began to open with blinding light coming from them, the entire room erupted in cheers, commemorating the success of the ceremony. Even Nuallán was relieved, knowing that his Lady was successful in opening the rifts, despite maintaining an impeccable posture and composure through the entire ceremony. After a few seconds, six humans flew from the portal, falling into the middle of the room before the rifts were finally closed. With the ceremony complete and after the cheers died down, Rosaria and Annya introduced themselves to the humans who had just arrived. The humans didn't seem to be much at first sight for Nuallán, but he knew that with guidance and training, they had the potential to change the tides of war in their favor. Dealing with each one of them would be another completely different matter though. They were not disciplined soldiers, but normal humans. Their approach would have to be very delicate and different for each different human, according to their own personalities, ideals and particularities.

The first one to speak was the black haired human with a scar on his face. Nuallán could tell with a single glance that he was a warrior. If the way he moved when falling through the rift and the scars weren't already a dead giveaway, the way he moved, spoke and how composed he was made it even clearer. The human introduced himself as Ismael Helstein. Having memorized the name, it would be someone Nuallán would definitely keep an eye on, as he was undoubtedly a promising subject to aid them in the war. The second male human who arrived, a blonde haired man had much less of a gracious entrance, falling with a loud scream and a curse. Despite his unpleasant entrance though, he eagerly listened to Lady Rosaria and Lady Annya's words, in silent admiration before introducing himself as Caelan Knight. He seemed to be completely clueless regarding combat, but his spirit and eagerness were definitely admirable and something the kingdom would need for the tough times that were about to come. The two other female humans, were doing quite a commotion didn't seem to have the same composure as Ismael though. While the bruises and the things that they were talking about did pass the idea that they weren't exactly unfamiliar to dangerous situations, they didn't seem to be the type who would actively take action in combat. While their confusion was somewhat warranted due to the situation they found themselves in, Nuallán was still a bit annoyed by how loud and rather discourteous they were on their arrival.

[princess]

Time: 10pm --> 9am
Location: Her dorm --> Sun Elf Castle Hall
Interactions:Raven @Tae, Jomari @baraquiel, Caelan @Alivefalling, Ismael @Th3King0fChaos Saoirse and Rosaria @Potter
Equipment:Clothing(No shoes),Backpack, Sketchbook with drawings, various drawing supplies, iPhone, a PBJ sandwich, charging cable, strawberry pocky, and earphones.

It was a cozy night for Sophie as she sat, pretzel-legged on her beanbag chair. Some of her hair was clipped to the back of her head and she was in a black dress, red button-down, and long knee-high socks. After a day of classes, she had practically thrown herself into her room and plopped on her beanbag chair, not even caring to untangle herself from her backpack. She had kicked her sneakers haphazardly across the room and took out her sketchbook to get to work. She had been working on this during class and she had the urge to finish it tonight, even if it took all night. Her blue eyes scanned the page in front of her as she licked her lips and began to pencil in more details to her drawing.

Hours had passed. She had been too fixated on her work to even get up and go get some dinner. However, she did need a change of pace. She opened up a box of strawberry pocky and put one in her mouth to nibble on, and then went the extra step of deciding to listen to music. As she plugged her earphones into her ears, the sound of Coldplay's song Paradise began to play.

Sophie hummed along contently, not even noticing the rip in the fabric of reality in her room. She hunched over and began to focus on one area. Her beanbag slid through the portal and gently across the hall floor. Due to the volume of the music, she hadn't even noticed that people were speaking or the entire change of environment for a good few minutes. Finally, something did begin to feel off to Sophie as she took the last bite of her pocky. She slowly glanced up and began to look around, her earphones dropping out of her ears.

As she scoped her surroundings, she realized she was in a huge, luxurious room with a fountain in the middle. She was also surrounded by elves. Her gaze made her way from the elven women standing before her, to the people at her sides, then finally stopped at the dragon-man along the perimeter of the room.

"Umm."Sophie uttered softly.

[hide on mana]

Time: The prior evening --> 9:10AM
Location: Home at Roshmi City --> Outside Roshmi City's Royal Palace
Interactions: Princess Mikazuki
Mentions: @Tae

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The Night Before...

Avalia BGM - Roshmi City Tournament

This entire tournament had been nothing more than an amusement for the prodigious fox. Normally he would never let himself behave so cocky, but after he, a twenty-one year old vulpine, was offered to train the princess of Roshmi City, one could see why his ego had become inflated to such a degree. It was quite unlike him to act so pretentious. Yes, he was known for being overconfident at times which had cost him fights in the past but those times were nowhere near the amount of pride that exuded from him now. This entire tournament was purely at a regional level, a smaller one among the many large ones that took place in the grand city of Demi-Humans. Regardless, many of the fighters were fierce and definitely challenged Kuroi in the earlier matches. Yet here he was, standing in front of the last man who kept him from claiming the grand prize, a Lycan who held a parrying dagger in one hand and a saber in the other.

And all this fox had was a sarong wrapped around his right wrist. All his opponents up to this point had been nothing but humiliated by Kuroi. After all, losing to an opponent who had nothing more than a length of tubed cloth was demeaning. The agile fox wore an adorned mask of his kind over his face and wore his battle kimono, all in black with accentuations as needed to contrast. As the final match of the tournament started, Kuroi instantly began to move towards his opponent at an angle, making sure to advance in a way that would allow him to evade his opponent's attack whilst also closing the distance. His empty hand drew the opponent's blade away from his piece of cloth, feigning a grab so his hand would get slashed at. A painful sacrifice but a necessary one nonetheless.

Crimson gushed from the gash left by the swipe of the saber.

And air puffed out from the Lycan's mouth.

Kuroi had smacked the Lycan with the sarong and let it swing around, only to grab it by the other end and pull it through the length, resulting in what Kuroi called a portable noose. The moment the Lycan rose his parrying dagger to stab at Kuroi, he suddenly yanked the piece of cloth downwards while suddenly thrusting his hips forward. In a moment's notice, Kuroi's opponent flew towards him, face first into a powerful knee to the face. A loud thud resulted from the impact of Kuroi's knee against the man's face. The contender lay flat on the ground, blood oozing from his broken nose. The sarong was yanked back by it's wielder, keeping pressure on the neck whilst a foot suddenly slammed down on the flat of the parrying dagger.

In almost record time, the match had been called for the safety of both contenders (read: the loser). Letting go of the sarong, Kuroi took off his mask and raised his hands in the air, allowing his makeup adorned face to be gawked at by all the beautiful vulpine women in the roaring crowds.

The young vulpine of age twenty-one had everything anyone at age could ever want in life plus some. Yet little did these people know that he, among the countless skilled duelists that lived in Roshmi City, had been handpicked by the royal family to instruct their daughter in the arts of combat. Life was good.

As good as it could have been until he saw a magical broadcast appear up in the sky. A beautiful face overwhelmed with joy soon became one with bared teeth and an ugly scowl on its face. An execution took place before everyone attending the tournament, a war declaration coupled along with it. Worst of all, he witnessed the city's prince life end right then and there.

Such a cowardly, horrific act. It infuriated Kuroi. Nothing but hate coursed through his veins that night. He could only imagine how the Royal Family would feel.

...

Avalia BGM - The Mourning of Roshmi City

After the events that took place today, Kuroi could no longer feel any form of happiness. As he expected, his meeting with the princess today was cancelled. With such sudden grievance befalling the royal family, and the looming threat that now hung over their heads, he expected nothing more from them. What was supposed to become a leisurely pastime for the princess of Roshmi would turn into something far more serious if there were still plans for him to teach her. Any form of responsibility he had already been bestowed had just been tripled by this declaration of war. He had to turn the princess into one of the best warriors Roshmi had ever seen.

There was no doubt about it. Despite there being no future date for his services, Kuroi made it up in his mind that he had to meet with her tomorrow. If the prince had already been killed in cold blood, who was to say his sister wasn't next?

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The Morning After...

Kuroi rose early in the morning far before either of his parents to make preparations for today. He bathed and dressed himself up in his most formal of clothing - a black kimono with accessorized with a white and black scarf and topped off with a black cloak. Atop his head was the only hat he owned, and in his left hand was a sturdy, expensive cane, made for both walking, and for committing numerous war crimes if need be.

Kuroi's Formal Attire & Appearance

Right before leaving the house, the young fox wrote a note for his parents, announcing his intentions to meet with the princess and impose his services for her sake. It wasn't about money and prestige for him anymore, it was about morality and doing what he could to protect the heir to the throne.

As he left the house, his eyes instantly went up to admire the blood-colored sunrise - ironic that something that symbolized something so ugly could be so beautiful. Around Kuroi were the various buildings of the middle-class, progressively becoming bigger and more expensive as he approached the royal palace and the upper class district. He was tense, anyone could realize it with how tight he gripped his cane as he walked along. Gods, how he would love to drive his cane straight through those damned Dark Elf twins. He would not hesitate to draw blood a second time in his life. After all, this wasn't the first time he had to put down a politician. Ever since that day where one of the Light elves who helped governed the city attacked him, Kuroi had little issue with eliminating those who truly were the scum of Avalia.

Luckily for him and his family, enough strings were pulled to make the governor's death seem...untimely.

Much went through Kuroi's head as he approached the royal palace. Normally, he would appreciate the elaborate architecture on the estates that surrounded him in this part of the city. With what happened the night prior, he couldn't relax. He could only thing about protecting the current heir to the throne. He would never forgive himself if the princess so happened to meet her brother's fate.

It wasn't until he heard...the princess? discussing with the guards inside the palace courtyard that he snapped back to reality. Confusion was visible on Kuroi's face...was that her? Why was she already dressed for combat. Surely she couldn't have been sneaking out? Based on the attire she had, she surely had some form of fighting experience, he imagined. After all, he refused to believe she'd be absolutely defenseless. Regardless, he merely listened in on the conversation, paying close attention to the intonation of the woman who did end up being Princess Mikazuki.

A quiet sigh escaped Kuroi's lips as he approached the gate, banging on it with the tip of his cane. He already had an idea of what was going on and given the situation, he couldn't help but indulge the princess, "Yes, yes...our meeting together got pushed back...an honor to finally meet you face to face, princess..."

Gods save him for playing along. If the royal family ever caught word of this he'd be executed within a moment's notice.

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Inventory

Amas: 869 (800 in Bank | 69 in Pocket)

Gear

⋆ See References in Character Log
* Sarong (Temporary, only for use in the tournament)
⋆ Wakizashi
⋆ Two razor-sharp metal fans (they're quite aesthetically pleasing too]
⋆ Throwing Knives
⋆ Rope Darts

Items

⋆ Drystone (For sharpening weapons)
⋆ Gourd of water
* Sleeping Mat
* Blanket

[Helo]

Time: 9 am, Soller
Location: Greenhouse in Roshmi City
Interactions:
Mentions:
Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, flask, and a pouch with about 120 amas.

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Inhale. Exhale. Focus. A small orb of light flickered, barely bright enough to illuminate the face of the elf who held it suspended between his hands. The sun’s warmth shone down through the trees of the grand greenhouse of Roshmi City, a perfect spot for training and meditation. Orias had been at it for hours, trying to focus, and in theory, this was both the ideal spot and day to train with his magic. Soller, a day held holy to the sun god Solaris, the strength of the sun shone more brightly on this day than any other, and yet Orias could not manage to create and contain enough light to even outshine a lone candle. Even the day itself had already been darkened by the night before; a broadcast sent out by the dark elves showing the murders of three different princes and a light elf general.

Three princes when it should’ve been four. Shouldn’t have been Talindar. She died in my place. Hiding here like a coward, another price paid by a better elf for my mistakes…

The orb of light flickered out and vanished. Only the light from the sun shone upon him, his own light continued to fail him, growing dimmer as time crept by. Despite his constant prayers to Solaris his god continued to deem him unworthy of magic that had once come without a second thought. He tried again but failed to even create an orb to focus on this time. Inhale. Exhale. Orias couldn’t focus, couldn’t clear his head. He had known Talindar, a dear friend to his sisters, a great leader to elves, and he watched her die just so the Twin Head Dragon could make their grand declaration, for a show of blood to suit their macabre dramatics. Three princes, each from one of the major kingdoms, he should’ve been the fourth, but the world already thought him dead.

Orias had not regretted his absence, his family thrived without him there to further drag the Biren name into the mud. Now that had changed, had he stayed it could’ve just been him, throat reopened and the ending that should’ve been his would not have passed to another. His people would have still had Talindar to help lead them through dark times. Now his sisters would bear that burden and he knew they would do everything for their people. He stood, closed his eyes, and held his face towards the sun, towards the god that had turned his back on Orias.

Solaris, guide my actions. Give me clarity. Illuminate my path.

Orias no longer had control of his breath, shallow and haggard rather than control he’d had over it moments before. No sign or voice from a god was needed for an answer he already knew, but the fear of it was paralyzing. He waited for anything to happen, desperate for a cloud to obscure the sun, anything that he could interpret as a sign to do nothing.

But the sun simply shone with all its brilliance. He once thought he had chosen the hard path, to forsake a life of ease and luxury for toil and simplicity. But he had only given up things he had never really wanted, he had taken the easy way out the first chance he had. He knew that, he had only ever refused to accept it. The hard path was returning home, facing the chance that he might be discovered, and finding a place to help his people in the war effort. No matter what he did or didn’t do, war would come to all parts of Avalia, the dark elves and their terrible display had seen to that, they were more than just a light elf problem now.

Solaris, keep me hidden amongst my people, we both know you’ve done little else for me.

Respectful prayers had never earned him favor with his god, maybe he needed to be a little more demanding to grab the sun god’s attention. Orias figured it was worth a shot. His footsteps were heavy as he left the greenhouse. Those he passed in the city seemed to share the sentiment that this solstice was not a holiday to be enjoyed; the longest day of light would signal the beginning of a lot of darkness.

[Tae]

Time: 9 AM
Location: Port Vanarosa
Interactions: @Benzaiten Éliane
Mentions:
Equipment:

Hider

The clothes on her back

The Devil's Dancefloor

In the corner of a small cell sat a red haired woman, messing with the finger bone of some poor soul who'd died in the cell before her and was left to be picked clean by the rats. Lizzie had briefly wondered if she, too, was to suffer the same fate as that man...or woman, it was hard to tell when there was no flesh on the bones anymore. It had already been a month since she and the crew had been captured and, while they informed them their trial was in a week, it looked like there was no end in sight. They said it was a "trial", but Lizzie knew they would immediately be walking to the gallows. At least Maria had escaped that gruesome fate, though she suffered a fate almost as bad. Fever had taken her and she lasted a week before she drew no more breath. It shattered Lizzie's heart, but she was relieved she wouldn't have to see the woman hanging from a noose.

In the cell next to her sat Patton, the captain of the ship and the damned fool that allowed them to get captured. He'd allowed all to get drunk on the ship, including himself, and so when the Royal Navy came for them they couldn't even fight. Lizzie and Maria were the only ones smart enough to not drink themselves silly and thus were the only able-bodied ones to fight, and put up a fight they did. It was all for not, though, as they were now here.

She tossed the finger bone away from her and sighed as she glanced up at the small barred window. It would be night soon and they'd be one day closer to death. Suddenly there was a bright light within her cell and Lizzie had to shield her eyes for a moment. She grasped the bars beside her as she felt it pulling her in. What was happening? Was that a...portal? What luck she had! She began moving towards the portal, not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, but a familiar voice made her pause. "Lizzie! Lizzie, my darling, don't leave me here! Find a way for me to get through that portal too!" She glanced back at Patton and let out a laugh. Really? She grinned at him now.

"No, Captain, I don't think I will. If you would have fought like a man, you wouldn't be about to die like a dog." With that she turned on her heel and went through the portal.

The familiar sound of seagulls hit her ears as she shielded her eyes from...pink sunlight? How strange. The smell of saltwater was comforting as well, but what alarmed her was the two figures standing in front of her. They looked pretty normal at first glance, but then she noted their ears. What in the hell were these creatures? As if on cue, they began speaking. "Welcome to Avalia, human. You were summoned here because you're kind holds great powers and you can help us defeat a terrible foe. If you help us, then we will send you back home." Lizzie seemed to stand there and nod for a moment, as if really contemplating their words.

"I hear what you're saying and it's all fascinating, really it is, but I've just got one thing to say." She'd been scanning the area she was in for a moment to get her bearings. She seemed to be behind a small building and there were some alleyways to her right. "Fuck that." She took off running for the alley and heard the elves shouting behind her. They were definitely pursuing her and she needed a plan. She darted down another alley, ignoring all the strange creatures she passed as she did so. She rounded a corner and immediately saw a woman walking and not paying attention. Perfect. She grabbed the woman's wrist, yanking the sword out of her grasp as she did so and pulled her into the alley.

"Shhh, don't struggle, darling. I truly don't want to hurt you, but I need your assistance. Cooperate and all shall go smoothly." Lizzie freed the sword and now had it placed against the woman's neck as she heard the elves approaching. She turned herself and Éliane to face the duo as they entered the other end of the alleyway. They immediately halted and held up their hands.

"Here's how this is going to go. You're going to leave this alley and leave me be. It's quite simple really. If you don't comply I'll slit her throat. Does this make sense?" They seemed to debate amongst themselves for a moment and Lizzie decided to start counting. She hit two and finally they agreed, backing away and disappearing. After she was sure they were gone she decided to speak to the woman again.

"Alright, love, a few things. First, what other weapons are you carrying? No person with a weapon carries only one. Two, what valuables do you have? I've unfortunately got nothing on me and was hoping you could rectify that problem. And three, where can I...acquire a ship?" She only slightly eased up on her grip, waiting for the woman's reply before letting her go, but keeping the sword in hand.

[baraquiel]

Time: 5 am --> 9 am
Location: Laguna, Philippines - Sun Elf Castle Hall, Avalia
Interactions: Rosaria and Saoirse @Potter, Annya and Sophie @princess, Raven @Tae, Caelan @Alivefalling, Ismael @Th3King0fChaos
Equipment: A bag full of stolen jewelry, tattered remains of several documents, and a dagger

The sun was just beginning to rise and give light to the town of Laguna. Tropical trees towered over foreign buildings that stood over stolen lands and its people were starting to wake up as well. Most men were farmers, builders, and fishermen while the women were in charge of cooking and cleaning. Despite being under the rule of the Spaniards for centuries, these people had started to adjust to their new lifestyle. As long as they're following the rules and pay taxes in time, no harm will come to them. It's not like they had a choice really. They knew they were no match against the might of the Spaniards. However, some Filipinos would still fight back despite the odds.

The peaceful morning, however, was bombarded with shouts and gunfires that came from the biggest house there which belonged to the mayor. Worried about being caught in the crossfires of battle, the residents all quickly went back to their houses, closing all their doors and windows shut. Unbeknownst to them, there wasn't a war going on. Not just yet, at least. The sounds of shouting and gun firing came from the wife of the mayor who caught his husband cheating on her with another man.

Said man was now running for his dear life as the mayor, who's so surprised of what happened only managed to wrap his blanket over his lower body, was chasing him through the forests while shouting in anger and in fright from his wife who's screaming bloody murder at both of them. Behind her were a few Spanish soldiers who were woken up by the commotion. Most were only in their underwear while the others had their uniforms inside out.

Jomari couldn't help but laugh at the scenario he caught himself into. He's not a stranger when it came to situations like these. Oftentimes after spending the night with his asset, he'd steal his important documents which were very helpful to the resistance in winning key battles against the Spaniards. Of course, Jomari would also steal all the wife's jewelry too as his reward for himself for all his hard work. Sometimes, the wife would catch her husband cheating on her with Jomari but he always managed to escape unharmed.

Bullets whizzed through the air and grazed through trees. There were times when the bullets would fly by dangerously close to Jomari and he was glad those Spanish bastards sucked, but he knew his luck would eventually run out. While he ran, he lost some of the jewelry and the important documents he was clutching were now tattered and useless. At least he managed to steal the man's precious dagger but it was no match against their rifles. The huge trees of the forest helped in confusing and slowing the Spaniards for now, though he needed to think of another way to get himself out of danger.

Just then, a portal of light emerged several feet away from Jomari. He gasped in surprise as he had never seen anything like this. His adoptive mother would often tell him stories of various diwata in the woods, fairies and other mystical beings who could harness the power of nature. He didn't know what would happen to him should he choose to enter the portal but with the Spaniards shouting behind him, it would only be a manner of time before he got caught.

Seeing no other choice, Jomari jumped through the portal. On the other side, he was surprised that his foot made contact with hard flooring and the humidity of the air changed. He really didn't know what to expect but it was definitely not a massive luxurious room with a freaking fountain in the middle. There were also several people with him inside, some looked human like him but in different clothing while the others were what he thought only existed in fairy tales.

"Wha..." Jomari looked around in confusion as he saw people with long pointed ears, some wore what appeared to be armor while two women introduced themselves as princesses greeted the group. All these talks about heroes and powers drew a blank in his mind as he was getting overwhelmed by what was happening.

He drew his dagger and held it as he glared at the elven princesses. "Don't take me for a fool, you Spanish bastards! Why would I help save your land when you've enslaved mine for centuries! You want me to believe you will give me 'powers' and you can make me a 'hero'. Heh, even a child could lie better than you!" He shouted defiantly. He pointed his dagger at the rest of the pointy-eared humans and noticed one that wasn't entirely human-looking at all. Just what the heck was this place?

He turned his attention to his fellow humans and pointed his dagger at them too. "Are you working for the Spanish bastards too?! Is this a whole scheme by that wretched man to fool me?!" He shouted again, slowly backing up as he pointed his daggers randomly at them until he pointed at the elven princesses yet again. "I'm not afraid of you so do your worst, bastards!"

[princess]

Time: Last night --> 9am
Location: Port Vanarosa (with some brief flashbacks to the River Fairy Kingdom)
Equipment:Black coat with fur trim on the hood, dark-colored, plain male clothing, sword with unbreaking and return enchantments, strength enchanted gloves, 2 medium red potions, hygiene products, timeteller, wayfinder, a flask, standard backpack, a couple rings(for this post only) and an ama pouch with 2000-->1800 amas.

Ambience:Tavern

The Seagull had been packed last night like sardines in a tin. The collective of all the talking in the room would welcome a newcomer with quite the mess of sounds. Dimly lit and occupied by what seemed to be every man and woman in Port Vanarosa, the basic tavern was what one might expect. Helio had a good time observing it all for the first half-hour after he arrived. An inebriated, overweight elf was boasting to his fellow sailors how it was him who had discovered the existence of trout eight years ago in Yenworth. Two men to his right were trying to keep their obvious drug deal under the radar and failing miserably. But most importantly, there were definitely some pretty ladies in the room.

It did not take long for Helio to create his ideal situation. He seated himself with two women. The two women immediately exchanged glances. One had long, blonde hair and the other black short hair. They were dressed in rather feminine clothing for the location. To his initial dismay, the girls seemed to know exactly who he was.

The red-haired man in his dark outfit took a swig of his rum as one of the girls trailed her finger up his arm, speaking with a tone full of honey as she did, "Could it be? The fairy prince all the way in humble little Vanarosa?"

"Oh and I heard he's been murdering innocents-"The blonde went to chime in but Helio quickly halted that statement

"No! No. Ladies, come on. Rumors. All of them. You know how jealous some people can be. They see a rich and handsome man and they just take his reputation and they stomp-"Helio gave the girls a smile as he turned on the charm, pausing to squish a small roach scuddling across the wooden table. "on it like a bug."

The blonde girl's expression melted into disappointment and she leaned back in her chair, folding her arms, "That's too bad."

"Yeah. We love a big...bad... man."The other woman moved closer and began to breathe in his ear as she emphasized each word.

Helio's brows raised and he straightened. "In that case, it's all true. I just rampaged aaallll across Avalia, murdering innocents and taking whatever I wanted from whomever I wanted. " He moved his hand across the air to further highlight just how much of Avalia he had been to. "I'm as bad as they get..."He paused dramatically,"...and you two are looking like my new treasures." He added in the token wink after his statement.

The girls looked at each other and giggled. They were blushing. Another win. This is going to be a good night.

Music:Vienna

As if to taunt his words, the muffled sounds of a broadcast could be heard from outside the tavern. The talking became hushed for a moment as the sounds of wooden chairs being scooted backward filled the room. It quickly got loud in the room again as folks began piling into the front door. Helio shrugged it off. He had intended to stay right where he was, but unfortunately, the women stood up too and began making their way outside too. He exhaled heavily.

Once he made his way into the road outside, he turned his attention upward toward the broadcasted screen against one of the buildings. His heart felt as if it had dropped into his stomach as the events played out. Hushed whispering filled the air and he barely noticed a few finger points in his direction. Echo. His expression broke and he began pushing his way through the crowd to get a closer view. "No!"He found himself shouting in desperation as he watched his little brother get his throat slit. "Fuck!" Helio threw the mug of rum on the ground he had in his hand.

His body trembled and tears brimmed in his eyes. This didn't have to happen.

"Helio. You don't have to go. Stay! You've been gone for so long already. Come on, I need my big brother."
"I gotta go, Echo. It's best for you if I do."

His knees unbuckled as the scene played out in his head further.

His mother, Elyna had stepped in and took her son's hands, "My sweet son...Oh my poor boy. We can make this work. We'll convince everyone it's you again. I-... I can't lose you again." Her voice had shaken and she had cried and continued to plead with him to stay.

But Helio couldn't. In everyone else's eyes, there would never be any guarantee he was truly himself again. In fact, he wasn't sure they'd even believe he changed at all. For the sake of his Kingdom, he had to go. "Exile me, mama." Helio told her softly as he moved over to kiss his weeping mother on the head. His father had looked on with misery.

It had not been long after that he had ended up in Roshmi, walking through the pouring rain. He had felt in his heart that he had made the right choice that day, but now...?

Helio did not want to imagine his parent's reaction to that broadcast and how worried sick they were over him currently. He knew he couldn't go back there now. There was nothing he could do and he felt as pathetic and powerless as he did that day.

"Are you okay?"

A hand fell on his shoulder but he didn't move to meet their gaze. He fell silent for a long moment. Finally, he spoke up. "I need more rum."He mumbled numbly as he slowly got to his feet.

He wasn't aware of his own movements as he went back into the bar and grabbed a rum bottle. The waiter's protest was muffled background noise as he began to chug it. What happened next was missing from his memory.

The sound of seagulls outside moved through into his ears eventually, his eyes snapping open once again. Helio scrambled upward on impulse and pain shot through his head. with a sideways glance upward, he became aware that he had hit his head into the bar table. He found himself sitting on the wooden floor of the tavern, the room deserted as the sun rays through the window lit up parts of the room. He had passed out on the floor at some point. Great.

"Time to go, lad."

Helio grumbled a few curses under his breath as he got to his feet, not immediately replying. His movements were slow and he felt sluggish. His gaze fell on his hands for a moment and he narrowed his eyes. Helio's gaze drifted over to the man cleaning a nearby table. He was the bartender from last night.

"They robbed your rings and what looked to be about 200 amas...The girls."

"Of course they did."Helio replied blankly and pulled his bag back over his shoulder. With that, he made his way outside into the busy street of Port Vanarosa.

[Alivefalling]

Barboda Teff

Time: 9am
Location: Port Vanarosa
Interactions: @Tae Lizzie @Benzaiten Éliane
Equipment:

Equipment

Repeating Crossbow

Mithril Plate

Long Sword

Backpack

50 feet of rope

Way finder

Waterskin

Ring (cold resistance)

Rations

First aid kit

Bedroll

Memory glass

Vial of his venom

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Barboda had been tracking his bounty for about a week, finally tracking him down to Port Vanarosa. This hunt was going to give him the highest pay he’d ever received if he finished the job. He had arrived in Port Vanarosa last night in time to walk into town and see a broadcast. Silently, he watched. He made note of the red-haired fairy with the emotional reaction, identifying him immediately as Helio Millinia. Once the broadcast was finished, he had simply retreated without much thought about it.

It was now the morning and he was right where he needed to be. He watched from a distance as two light elves opened a portal. Not long after, a red-haired female stepped out. The girl had suddenly bolted, leading the elves into a chase and Barboda as well. He followed swiftly behind the three, managing his distance by following through opposite alleyways. Eventually, he stopped and watched as the red-haired girl took a random citizen hostage, telling the two elves to leave. He knew they wouldn’t as this person had to be one of those humans they talked about on the broadcast. Barboda found the light elves going another way to catch her from behind. At that moment, he found them distracted enough and pulled out his repeating crossbow. With a swift movement, he launched a bolt into each of their backs and heads, killing them right behind two women. “You know this could have been a lot easier if you hadn’t sent me on a wild goose chase. If you truly want to escape this place, I know the location of their ship but first, we will need a crew and a captain who can drive."

[Potter]

Tigerlily Oceanheart

Time:Last night → 9am
Location: Port Vanarosa
Equipment:

Equipment

-Outfit Bought from Sailor’s Emporium
-Sword, strapped to her belt, enchanted with return enchantment
-Daggers tied her to pants and in her boots, sheathed
-Location sender
-Timeteller
-Eye protectors & dark sight glasses

Last night's events were something Tigerlily was trying to forget. The Twin headed bitches had slayed three royals, and the Light elf general. Watching as Helio’s brother had his neck slit had crushed her inside. The family had been through so much.. And now Helio had lost his brother. Tears had welled up in her eyes as she growled under her breath, scaring off the nearby male elves trying to woo her. She crushed herself and the damned, cruel world they lived in. She knew she had to help but how? She was too busy evading her own damned fate and then… Guilt settled in and threatened to overwhelm her. Tigerlily slammed her hand against a palm tree on the beach and tore off toward her residence.

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Next Day, morning

Tigerlily sat on the beach with her legs crossed and her hands out beside her. The warm sea salt air brushed across her skin. She shut her eyes, enjoying the ambiance. The water lapped at her toes and taunted her about her possible transformation. Fortunately, she wasn't deep enough to transform into her tail. She cracked one eye open as a seagull cawed high above, searching for food. She shut her eyes again and breathed in deeply. Warm sea salt air hit her nostrils. If someone would have told her nine years ago she’d be on a beach in Port Vanarosa, she would have laughed at them and called them a liar. To think of where she’d gone from, to now. She bit her lip and finally reopened her eyes.

He finally had met his demise with her sword. Glancing down, she noticed it was strapped to her belt still. If she lost this sword, she’d be devastated. It was the token she prized the most out of all her supplies. Lily sighed and began to relish the moment until the seagulls cried so hysterically, she was forced out of her reverie. These damn birds, she thought and watched as a few Light elf children began feeding them.

With an eye roll, she stood up and dusted off her outfit. She was wearing an outfit from Port Vanarosa’s shop and rather enjoyed it. It was different from her usual outfits. The hat, with its feather, was something she couldn’t help but play with and giggle. She looked so unlike herself and it was key. But her hair? That had to change, it stood out too much. Tigerlily was aware of her parents searching desperately for her. She bit her lip and felt her hands tremble and balled them into fists to make them stop. I’ll be damned if I go back…. Tigerlily scanned the beach, then stood up. Her hair flew into her face and she inhaled sharply, momentarily surprised. She had recently dyed it blue. It was so different from her usual dark brown… She sighed and shook her head as she pulled it into a braid.

Then, feeling her stomach growl, Tigerlily began making her way toward Yolichi's Restaurant hoping for some fish on the menu. She could kill for some genuine seafood. The idea caused her to smile, something rare for the siren.

purchases

-Outfit, 80 amas
-Hair Color Changer 500 amas

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Rosaria

Time: 9am
Location: Castle Hall of Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions:@Tae Raven @baraquiel Jomari @Alivefalling Caelan @Th3King0fChaos Ismael @Kazemitsu Kharne
@13org Nuallán @princess Sophie and Annya @Potter Saoirse
Equipment:

Equipment

Outfit
Unbreakable and returning enchantments on her swords
Bow and quiver filled with arrows
Dark sight glasses
Cleansers/hygiene
Rings (10), with enchantment for disguise
Potions (if anyones injured),
Palm warmers (so if anyone gets cold),
Location senders (2), one connected to Annya as well as her parents
Rope
Flask
Backpack
Portable bed
Hygiene supplies
Tent

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Rosaria felt relieved when one of the humans shook her hand and introduced himself. She smiled at him, grateful for his reaction. ”It’s quite nice to meet you, Ismael. Thank you for your cooperation. I’m so sorry you were probably disturbed in your private quarters. ” She told him kindly, her voice like honey.

Her eyes searched the room until she found Nuallán. Her expression softened, ”My dear Nuallán, would you mind fetching this young man a set of clothes? Actually, I believe Annya prepared ahead of time and set aside some clothing on a rack for them. It should be right outside this room in the hall. Could you wheel it in here?” She glanced towards the girl who had head in her book for the last few minutes, ”That girl also needs a pair of shoes. Small ones.” She glanced toward a nearby servant and she gently ushered them over with her finger. ”My dear, what is your name? Have you heard any of us talking?” She glanced at her book and took a few steps over to her. ”My my, your… art looks lovely. You do this yourself, right? It looks great, my dear. Do you mind joining the rest of us?” Then, she glanced over her shoulder at the other servants. ”Bring out the refreshment cart for them please.”

Annya took the time to elaborate further on what was going on, but everyone seemed terribly confused still. One human took it worse than the others and started shouting. She glanced at him in alarm as the elven guards all became alert as well. ”I apologize for the confusion, but we are not what you call ‘Spanish bastards.’ This is an entire different realm than yours. Also you are safe here; I won’t hurt you. ” With a sigh, she gently conjured a small ball of light in her palm, keeping her body language relaxed. ”I understand magic is a foreign concept to you in your land, but look here as I prove to you its existence. Take a moment to calm down.”

An elf wheeled a cart out, but seemed to be afraid of getting too close because of the shouting man with the dagger. She turned to the humans.

”Please everyone take a moment to relax, take things in, and have some food. When you are ready, three of you will come with me and three of you will go with my sister, Princess Annya here. My butler will also be accompanying me and the dragonborn, Kharne, will be accompanying Annya.” Despite Annya’s confidence, she had hired a mercenary to make sure Annya had protection and aid as well. They were high value targets.

During the silence, one of the humans spoke up, asking, ”How do we use these so-called powers? Cause I want to be called a hero, also the name is Caelan Knight, is that heroic enough?”

Rosaria glanced at his direction and stated, ”I will teach you as soon as I can. Just try to relax and enjoy some food for now.” A smile pulled at her lips and she added, ”That is undoubtedly an extraordinarily heroic name. On that subject, I need the rest of your names as well.” While she waited, she began to pull her hair into a low ponytail and faced the humans.

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Saoirse

Time: 9am
Location: Castle Hall of Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions:@Tae Raven @baraquiel Jomari @Alivefalling Caelan @Th3King0fChaos Ismael
@13org Nuallán @princess Sophie and Annya @Potter Saoirse
Equipment:

Equipment

Black long sleeve shirt, leggings, black combat boots, and red leather jacket with hood
Backpack filled with a wad of cash
Knives - multiple
Lighter and some matches
Mask to cover her face
Brass knuckles

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Saoirse finally began taking in her surroundings and the chaotic scene before her. Her attention turned to the brown haired-green eyed gal, apparently named “Princess Annya”. What the hell was this and where was she? What was this bitch talking about? As she listened, she began to guffaw at the end of the women's majestic speech. Heroes? Was she serious? She doubled over laughing, unable to help herself. She noticed the woman’s armor though, and knew this would be a difficult opponent to deal with. She glanced around the scenario and then back to the woman.

They were summoned here, to this random dimension, to help them with whatever war they were involved in. It was this or being back in Chicago and going to jail. Still, the idea of being a hero, instead of herself, felt foreign and unfamiliar and she was not comfortable with it. Yet, she needed their help and their knowledge. So she remained silent and narrowed her eyes. Shae hated to admit it,but these bastard elves had saved her life; but why her? Didn’t life know she was a criminal, a delinquent, street rat, and better off dead?

Her gaze moved over to Raven to assess her reaction. She remained silent, not replying more. Shouting caused her to move her hand to her pocket as she grabbed a knife. Mentally, she cursed herself for not having her gun on her. This man, clearly out of his fucking mind, was shouting about them beign Spanish bastards. Eyebrows raised. She remained stoic and tried not to laugh at him either. Ws she tripping? Had she been gassed? This was the craziest shit she’d ever been in. Subconsciously, she moved to Raven’s side and slowly let her hand move off the knife. The other elf, Rosaria, was now talking to the man and trying to calm him down. Saoirse took the moment to whisper to Raven, ”Raven, are we tripping?” Her voice was soft, as to only allow her ex-friend to hear. ”I’m not high on LSD am I?” She giggled at the thought, but glanced at her quickly. ”No, girl, I haven’t done LSD, don’t look at me like that,”

Shae folded her arms and continued taking in everything and rubbed her temples. This was unbelievable. A cart was wheeled out with food on it and Shae turned to it. Her eyes widened at the sight of all the food, and her stomach instantly began to growl. She had never seen so much food before. She moved towards it as if she were in a daydream. There were her normal foods he recognized, then unfamiliar shit she was going to stay away from. She looked unable to help herself with wide eyes. Saoirse bit her lip and then began to scarf down the familiar looking food. Hell, if it was poisoned, at least she wouldn’t die starving, which was always how she thought she might end up; if she wasn’t murdered first. She remembered Declan had given her protein shakes to bulk up and felt a twinge in her heart. Her gang… Were they alive? Was he alive? Would she ever see them again? This princess bitch said so, but she didn’t trust her word or anyone else’s.

Aware of a few eyes on her, Saoirse quickly began to slow down. Once she finished eating, she moved away and offered some to Raven. ”Try this. It isn’t bad.” She offered but otherwise didn’t make any attempt to speak to the others or move to help. Shae watched as clothes were brought in and bit her lip. What was next? Where would they be going? Would she be separated from Raven? Hell, who cared? Saoirse sighed heavily and rubbed her temples.