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Avalia

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

"Comerades of yours hm?" He asked Darius, who were located to his right. The moth fairy's eyes glimmered in the reflection from the fire, his white hair flickering slightly from the waves of heat. "Makes one wonder just how many be mourning their companions this night... Not always does things turn out as it does in the fairytales. If there's something I've learnt it is that the rightious do not always win out in the end." He softly mused, as he prodded the firewood with a nearby stick.

"The rebel leader, Risa Millinia. Is what she is doing right and just? Some would brand her a saviour, while others would regard her as an usurper." Elthrael softly chuckled as he put the fire-poking stick to the side, as his eyes kept on Darius.

"Then we have Aklenroth. The unliving king. Why did he become king? Why did he walk the path he did? I think not even he remembers at this point, yet even a tyrant king which upholds some order is prefered to utter chaos isn't that so? That said, there are so many who will not allow his rule to go unchallenged. Because they deem him evil or harmful to their ilk or land." The fairy crossed his legs and gazed around at those near the fire.

"What would happen if he is no more? This girl... Risa Millinia won't be able to take his place. I've ought to know as I have met her, she's far too young and naive. Her view on the world is warped as if poisoned by honeyed words fed to her since birth by the former royals. She lives in a world of dreams. If the undead king somehow would fall, the dark elves and orcs would swarm to the southern lands in masses to raid unhindered. The demons would seize places of power. The elves would surrender or simply protect their own interests. The fairies would scatter, be enslaved or outright destroyed in the ensuing carnage... and so forth." He shook his head softly, with a soft smile.

"It would become a new war of crowns, if there is no clear powerful successor to bind all together, there will be sheer chaos where all the efforts put forth by Risa Millinia and those whom follow her would have been for naught. A strong new ruler would be needed, who could make certain all these tragic things would never repeat themselves..." He exhaled briefly. "But who could possibly have the power and determination needed for that hm?" He smiled slightly towards Darius, his eyes setting on him with a fierce almost penetrating manner. This human did intrigue him, while not being female like Elsea, this male had something about him that made him a better choice than she had been. But for what? Humans were both feared and praised, but overall respected by both sides. A human would make a fine binder between forces, if he couldn't sit on the throne himself a puppet would have to do. As long as he could pull the strings. But as things now where, there were still many paths ahead to that throne. One thing was certain, there was no way that he would allow chaos to sweep across the world and burn the forests and the land more than this rebellion no doubt would. Perhaps this human male could be the key to it all? Time would tell. Risa Millinia would never accept the world he wanted either way, nor would Elsea or Kyran.

The dark elves want their land and slavery. They may keep it. The orcs must be domesticated or enslaved. Their chaotic way of living must be altered. The demons would abide by getting autonomy of their region. The elves would keep their traditions and the demi-humans would retain their lifestyle. The fairies would have to be brought into line and bow to the new King to come and the world that would bring. A world where all would win. 'I won't be Aklenroth nor Risa Millinia...'

Avalia

Terneus Andros

Of all the struggles in the world, why did he, the elf who shone brighter than any other have to struggle past the horde of commoners. While the path had been filthy, filled with people of lesser birth and race. The ever graceful and collected governor of the light elves had pushed his way to safety, stepping over a few demi-humans along the way, even if he considered his doormat in his tower to be of much finer quality. He had to get out of that place. The breeze outdoors was a pleasant thing for him, even if some of the lowly runts around him dared bumping into his near divine form. The governor soon made sure that he would not get stalked by that monstrous thing once/if it got outside. The governor ascended the stairs in the most hurried manner he could, while trying to uphold a sense of nobility and grace. There was no benefit in him sharing company with the others who exited the building, he instead took a left turn and began moving down one of the streets.

It was then he was reminded of the smell of the place, how it reminded him of stables mixed with filthy taverns. It was so unlike the sweet and refined air around his home, perhaps he had to smell this horror in order to further appreciate his home? But there were more pressing matters than the reeking of the city, one of them being able to leave it swiftly. But his carriage had a... unfortunate accident and his commander, Feldrin, had gotten himself killed. It was indeed inconvienient, he should have known better. As for the rest of his knights they were by the healer's place still recovering from that attempt on his person. He could have used them right now if there was a fine enough chair to sit on, so they could have carried him.

But they were most likely going to slow him down at this rate, with the loss of the commander he would have to give them every single command in detail. It was tiresome on his noble voice, it was unbefitting of someone of his stature to overexert his voice. That was something for underlings, not for him. Then came the thought to him, this fairy princess and her rebellion would likely affect even his domain. His home would likely be in an uproar, those ungrateful dimwitted peasants would likely try to blame him. -HIM- of all people, who had done so much to keep their home pure and unaffected as much as possible from the cruelty and filth of the rest of Avalia. Terneus tightened his hands into fists, this was annoying him plenty. He was without food and water, his carriage and even his servants.

He knew there was a long journey he needed to set himself upon, one of much strain and weariness. But he had to make it further north to one of the smaller elven villages. There he could get some food and drinks, but it was a far distance to travel on foot. The governor didn't even spend a second thinking that he could aqquire supplies within Roshmi. After all, he didn't have a way to certify the wares had been treated with the right care, or perhaps one should say noble hands. The thought of a demi-human even coming into contact with his food, drinks or clothes made him want to throw up. Perhaps he could encounter some elven caravan along the way, he had plenty of jewelry to part with in exchange for supplies after all. Yes, this was the plan he decided on. He was going to make his way to one of the smaller villages to the north, then promise riches for those willing to return with him to the sun elven village and bring order.

Then everything could proceed in whichever manner it would, if these rebels would be able to topple Aklenroth then he could use his influence and wealth to encourage his fellow elves to deal with the dark elven plague and seize any wealth left behind by Aklenroth.

'Have them do all the hard work, and then I will reap the reward. How sweet it is to be so clever. To take advantage of those stupid enough to not understand it, it is as nature has desired it to be.' He spent a few thoughts to himself to easen the mood, thinking of his own brilliance could indeed bring light into even the darkest of days.

The governor took a moment to look behind him, he had gotten past only two buildings? Were this how slow those not going by carriage were?

"Oh for the grace of the graceful... my feet are tired." He cussed, waving his mirror at himself, throwing glances towards the building the ball had been within. Perhaps someone would run from it who he could accompany. An elf perhaps? An elven man? Yes, that was prefered. He always found the females of his species to be too occupied with their own appearances, as if that was their top priority. Some of them would not even take the moment and opportunity to look at him. It was not only rude, but he considered it an offense. A crime. While he reassured himself that his own beauty was natural, and also a natural thing for him to display his noble features. His parents at least had the decency to make sure the other half were of noble birth and had a long line of purity.

He could still recall the day when he had delved into the old scrolls and family tree, just to make sure he did not have an ounce of commoner blood in him. When he had looked through them all, he was filled with relief. He was indeed pure noble and elven. If he would have found out there were a commoner in his past, then life might not had been worth living. At least that was the initial thought, but he later realized that he as a noble could likely post-humously make a dead relative into a noble. Thus he could solve such a despicable issue would it had appeared.

"I am really too good for this world, am I not? Is that why you test me, oh old gods of old? Testing your most favored child?" He said aloud to himself, it felt good to hear his voice. As if someone had licked his ears, or if he had been given honeytipped cookies with fourhundred old wine to it.

Baraian Paladice

The magics which the dark elf had flung relentlessly at the large demon, had not even scratched it's massive form. Even with the assistance of others, this foe was beyond them no doubt. People had gotten crushed and eaten by it, and also by the large dark wolf creature which had moments ago been finally shut down. Revealing it's form to be that of a small boy. Baraian didn't know what that creature had been up to, come to think of it he had little clue about who was fighting who within the grand hall. What he did know however was that now the moment had come to leave, the rebellion would likely survive and that was what mattered. Even if he would die here, it would be with a smile. Knowing that the world would be engulfed in the fire it had created for itself.

A man yelled to those still present within the grand hall to leave, and the dark elf sprung into motion towards the exit, turning only around to see the large demon drawing smaller objects and things towards it. Including the boy which had turned into a monster, he was sucked into the hole which the demon had opened in it's chest. "Move!" He yelled out towards anyone still behind, before he left with a group of people that had gotten out around the same time.

'Phase two is over... now time to build the army that will end it all. At last.' He thought as he was met with the breeze outdoors, he didn't linger for long but dashed down the stairs, ready to leave the city.

'Golden Death for everything. Use them well, little blue miss... like I will use you and everyone else to grant this world it's dying wish.' A soft upturn appeared on his lips, as his hair hung over the top part of his face. He though of the lich and his domain burning, but not only that place but the wretched home of his. The dark elven realm was beyond any salvation. The rebellious call of Risa Millinia had made him chuckle within, did she think the dark elves would simply forgive and forget? He knew very well that was most likely not the case. Hatred had borrowed deeply within his kind, towards the elves which exiled them but also to all those whom watched.

For Baraian he also hated their kind, for they were indeed as despicable as the elves which had exiled them to the barren lands. The darkness had lkong loomed over the world, even before the lich became king. He still remembered his days in Daka. Where he had been a fellow recruit beside Xenelith Dreadclaw, one of the commanders for the lich. But back then they both were recruits, whilst Xenelith excelled at the dark elven ways and his ambition seemed to be to serve Aklenroth. Baraian was the complete opposite, meek by dark elven standards and would have ended up dead in the final trials had he not left before those tests came into play.

Had his life had been different, he could had been just like commander Dreadclaw and possibly ended up the same way. But he wanted none of it. Why postpone the end of a world without hope? Why struggle and believe someday it would be peaceful? It was all a lie. There would never be peace, the world of Avalia would be filled with wars and new tyrants would vie for control after the power vacuum of Aklenroth. What Baraian found important now however was to first remove the lich, then he would work for all sides. Pin the largest armies against each other, make them burn down all the cities until nothing and none would remain. Make Avalia a barren dead world.

'It's a pity you are one of a kind Ilan. But I cannot spare this world even if it has a single good person in it. People will repeat their mistakes and never learn.'

Avalia

Zelginn Darkmane

'I've got you now!' The lust for blood was growing stronger for each passing moment, the thought of biting down and killing Myra filled the demon with unbearable impulse to push forwards. But as he was lunging forth, he was interupted as a ball of light slammed into his form, causing him to recoil from the impact, the light magic burning like scorching fire on his fur and skin. The painful sensation causing him to stand still for a moment, his eyes searching for whomever had attacked and wounded him. Upon setting sights on his attacker, he was attacked again from a different direction as three metallic shards crashed into the side of his body, the large wolf-like creature let out a loud whine and pained growl. It's head snapping to see who the other enemy were. It was her. Azriel.

'Betrayal!' He thought in a vicious manner, if he would get his claws and fangs on her later it would be the end of it. But for now withdrawal was required, he was bleeding from the slashes and cuts made by Myra, by the impact of having been locked in place by O'Ner. But also singed and badly burned by Malachi and had now three metal feathers imbedded into his side, which would make further battle difficult. His body was durable, in time these wounds would surely mend themselves. As he was about to make it for one of the doorways, another attack struck him. Right at the nose and jaw, like as if someone had spun and hurled a high propelled stone at him. The impact sent water flying all over it's form, but also sent the large wolflike creature to the ground a distance away, the metallic feathers borrowing deeper into it's skin. Soon after, the creature's form began to become grey in colour, twisting and turning, gradually becoming smaller until there was only a small figure lying there on the side, bleeding, burnt, partly impaled and drenched in water.

Zelginn didn't like the feelings which he was feeling, this was new to him. How had he gotten overwhelmed so quickly. All he wanted was to have fun, and eat that... 'That thieving... bitch...' He thought, as he could feel a pull, one which he had never felt before. What was it? Was he dying? He who had lived for so long, so long that not even he knew how old he was. When his mother Lilith had saw them made.

'Mother? Why destroy a world you could have so much fun in... Is this how death feels like?' The small figure thought, his vision becoming blurried and things seemed to slow down all around him. He could hear the screams, the people fighting and the brother he saw in Ahzmorath. 'I don't like it... I don't like it at all. This... isn't.. fun.' The demon blinked a few times as it rose it's head, looking up to his attackers, Malachi and Belle.

"An immortal like me... by people like you? What a joke...unghn.... uhh..." His vision darkened and his head fell down, his body limp and not moving against the ballroom floor.

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

As the hours had gone on, the weather had too changed. Dark clouds on the dark sky, the rumbling sound in the distance of thunder with the promise of a downpour. "How noisy... scream all you like it won't change a thing! It's time someone shut you up or shut you down." He said in an amused manner, although being unable to hear his own voice nor anything at the moment, was something he found irritating, more so were the fact he had lost grip of the fairy princess. As the moth fairy watched the area where his attacker no doubt were hiding in, as the poisonous dust were covering the place. He was attacked from a different angle, this time it came from Risa who sprouted vines in an attempt to apprehend him.

He had a look of surprise on his face, but he instinctively closed his wings causing him to dive downwards slightly before the vines took hold around him. The moth fairy focused and began to utilize his own chlorokinesis to form a bark-looking layer across his body as as shell almost as the vines would wrap around him midair. As his form was fully enveloped by a mixture of the layer and the vines from Risa the fairy went to work. He channeled his magical prowess to press the layer outwards against the vines with full force. He knew it wouldn't be long til the ground, thus he had to act quickly. The vines snapped to the pressure of the ever growing bark-shell until it exploded alltogether, with shards of bark and wood flying in all directions.

"Haaah!" Elthrael yelled aloud, spreading his arms wide and his wings soon followed, giving a few flapping motions to halt his fall, the two large eyes pattern at the inside of his dark wings making itself fully visible.

"That's it! That's what it's going to take princess! Strength of body and mind!" He said aloud, his arms lowering momentarily as his mouth formed a grin. "To stop -him- and stop this world from burning from your rebellion! Those whom cannot foresee the future are doomed to perish in it! Then go about the path you chose, Usurper princess!" The moth fairy raised one of his arms dramatically to gesticulate, as the rumbles in the sky were replaced by a large bang. A bolt of lightning slamming down just outside of the city and behind Elthrael. Causing his wings to cast dark shapes on the ground below, and his face lit up momentarily to show his smile. Before he quickly fluttered his partially scruffed up looking wings, and darted away quickly into the forestation.

Avalia

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

He snorted slightly on hearing Risa's defiant words, then let out a scoff. "Hah! Yet here I am now? What does that tell you hm? A queen without her people is no queen at all, yet a people without a queen is nothing. Just a rabble of headless chickens, running about without any purpose." Elthrael said softly, still scanning the surroundings.

"Let me tell you then about their fates. Kyran will lose himself in rage and get himself killed, possibly because of you. Elsea has not the mindset needed to master the power she holds. She will die and take others with her. As is the fate for all those who crave the power, but cannot control it. They will find themselves controlled by others, and ultimately tossed into the fire when their usefulness is at an end." Elthrael said in a grim manner, a slight smirk forming on his lips, causing his cornerteeth to be visible. Then came the question from Risa, if Elthrael had loved ones himself, the question seemed to both stun him but also amuse him.

"My loved ones hm? Why don't you ask your grandparents? What their ancestors did. About what happened to my family line. How the just and noble forest fairies killed, imprisoned or exiled them all. You might not want it to be the truth, I don't want to believe it neither. But unfortunately it's true." Elthrael gritted his teeth, eyes darting from side to side.

"My destiny has always been... to take it all back, and I'll do it. With or without you." He said softly, as their conversation was cut short by a loud pitched sound. This in turn caused his hands to reach for his ears, after he had tossed Risa up into the air. The moth fairy however, while being unable to hear, quickly glanced around for an enemy and he noticed something coming towards him from behind, he fluttered his wings sideways, dodging the stick as it flew off into the distance. Had someone just tossed a stick at him? Someone had indeed laid a trap and was trying to catch him or Risa. Elthrael's eyes grew grim, as his eyes set on the area from where the stick had been propelled from. He removed his hands as he was effectively having his hearing dullened by quite the amount. He couldn't see anyone as it was, they were hidden well. And he couldn't hear anything due to the ringing in his ears. The fairy nontheless stayed put and glancing about, before opening his mouth to call out.

"Servant of Aklenroth! How considerate of you to save me the trouble of finding you! I cannot see you, nor can I hear you. But... I can smell you! Mhm..." He stretched out his arms and began to channel his plant magic, creating a powder of a poisonous plant and allowed it to trickle down before increasing the amount and fluttering with his wings to send it towards the area where the stick-attack and sound had come from. This particular powder had the properties of being able to cause fierce stinging in the eyes, mouth and nose. And upon consuming enough of it, it would cause temporary paralyzation. Paralyzation were one of Elthrael's favorite things when it came to poisons, while other types of poisons could be used to weaken enemies physically or mentally or potentially kill them, for someone of his teasing nature it was perfect. For by using it, he could often find himself taunting his foes while they would be unable to retaliate.

Avalia

Terneus Andros

Chaos. The entire ballroom were in chaos. Yet amidst the chaos, the light elven governor found himself as an example of order, civility and levelheadedness. There was no voice in his head denying him these things. There were at least three demons in the room, the first were the one stomping and eating people left and right, then the other tall demon which had located itself near him yet for now ignored his radiance. How did it dare! The third demon he had laid his eyes on made him sweat, he recognized this demon from fighting which occured before Aklenroth became king. This demon was known to his people, but overall amongst mages as Spellbane. A demon which had aided Aklenroth in his conquest of the world by fighting alongside most of the other demons.

This particular demon was known to have killed many mages in the old glorious elven days, and likely even more in the past. Even to someone as esteemed and grand as Terneus himself, he did not want to cross that thing. For a creature which would be able to even resist his powerful magics were terrifying, only Aklenroth had a terror which surpassed it. The dragon serving the king, whilst certainly a powerful creature were not as worrysome for the light elf. After all, as long as his foe were not resistant to magic he could best it. At least that's what he believed.

As the carnage in the ballroom continued, the elf began to worry. What would happen if all those less important people down there would all be killed, would these demons set upon him? That would not happen, not on his noble watch. He watched as some other beast and a mage attempted to fight Spellbane, keeping that hound of the lich and demonkind busy. That was good. And the rest of the crowd were occupying the big one. Terneus found himself looking to the side, as a human had propelled himself up to the railing where the demon stood using some kind of magic Terneus was unable to identify.

'What -is that-?' He blinked quickly, how could such a simple looking creature possess magic which he could not? The human appeared to have the audacity to take on the large demon by itself, this was the moment where Terneus saw his moment of opportunity. The elf smirked at his own cunning plan as he held out his hand and prepared to shoot a beam of light towards the demon (Umber). He could always blame it on the human later or that he 'missed', while the latter should only be used as a last resort explaination. The beam of light shoot out from the governor's hand and towards the demon, but due to some twisted unholy play of fate, the human had forced the demon out of the way as they both went over the railing and into the main room. The magical beam slammed into one of the walls and the governor cussed slightly.

'For the beauty of me- Curses!' He thought as he hurried over to the railing next to him, looking over it. People seemed to be able to get out now. The wardings were fading? This was his moment to move, even if he hated moving quickly, it ruined the elegance and caused his hair to bounce abit.

As he made his way down the stairs, he was met mid-way by a demihuman who was panicky. "Ahh! Ruuun-" He said to Terneus face, grabbing unto the elf's noble garments. This is where he chose wrong.

"Unhand me you inferior idiot! You are luring that thing towards me!" The governor yelled in his face, grabbing the man's arms and kicking him in his stomach, causing him to fall backwards and tumble down the stairs.

'Ahaha! I can make it.' His left eye twitched as he began to run, which wasn't very fast or elegant looking. He really hated to run. Terneus then heard a big stomp behind him, it was the large creature. Why were it so close to him now? In front of Terneus he saw a young woman looking startled while sitting on the ground, she seems to have been trampled over, she looked up at the silverhaired elf with begging eyes. "H-help... please help." It was in this moment, that the governor knew he had to mend his ways. There was no way he could leave her there, he could never forgive himself. There was one person he had to save. He quickly stretched down and took hold of her hand, pulling her up to her feet.

"Oh thank you, thank-" She said with tears building up, as her panic ridden face was trying to gather what was going on.

"Help? Why ofcourse! Do make yourself useful..." Terneus said the final words in a low voice to her, before he pushed the woman into the direction of the large demon, giving himself a head-start to get away from it and make his way towards one of the exits. He had to save himself. A larger crowd had been gathering by one of them and were pressing to get through, stepping on each other and screaming.

"Oh look! It's Lord Andros! Thank the elder trees!" An elven man yelled and turned back, pulling at Terneus clothes, he was soon joined by a female elf which was pulling on the governor's other arm. "Help us Lord Terneus! The doorway is too crowded!"

"My people! Everyone calm down! Get out of my way!" He threw both of the other elves aside as he began to pull person after person from the line in front of him. "Get out of my way you half-bred imbeciles! Important people first! Then other elves! Then women and children of noble birth!" Terneus screamed in a mix of anger and desperation as he pulled demi-human after demi-human out of the path. He wondered if his hands would ever be able to be regarded as clean after all of this. All these dirty half-breeds.

Avalia

Zelginn Darkmane

The 'chicken-stealing' demon had eluded the snapping jaws of the wolf like creature, not only that but she had slashed away at his side using her own claws. Zelginn's head quickly turned at the jaw snapped after the white demoness as she jumped away from him. The stinging pain in the side caused by Myra's claws, the scent of blood and the rage boiled in the dark beast. Zelginn lunged after her, it was almost as if she was taunting him. This made him even more thirsty, as he crashed through a few tables and chairs, with some unfortunate people being caught in the path got trampled.

'Fast! So fast! I like fast food! You make me salivate!' The beast thought, picturing the moment when it's jaws would clasp down around it's prey and crush it. The large black wolf-fox like creature snarled as it readied to pounce on Myra, despite her being awfully quick, the beast was only thinking of making her it's dinner. The beast lunged forwards, but mid flight it was stopped dead in it's tracks as some things had attached themselves to him. Zelginn let out a loud whine, as a dog which had gotten stung by a bee, before looking to what was holding it stuck. Chains. Magicals chains were attached to it's limbs. The beast turned it's head around, spotting a man standing still amidst the chaos. Zelginn attempted to break the chains by brute force, but they would not break, he was stuck. The man didn't waste time, he yelled out some orders for his allies. Zelginn was far too riled up to pay much heed to the command, but he did watch that mage's movements. The man quickly hurled a magical energy spear towards him, seemingly aiming for his restricted limb.

Zelginn, the Spellbane then opened his jaws wide on seeing the magical spear fly towards him, and as the spear came into contact with his fanged jaws it seemed to vaporize into nothingness. The jaws quickly closed and he snarled at O'Ner menecingly, the mage which had trapped and attacked him. Zelginn proceeded to open his jaws again and bit down on the chains restricting him, causing the magic to vaporize upon getting into contact with the snapping jaws. The beast took a second to watch the mage before looking towards it's initial target, which seemed to be tempting him. And he gave chase again, using it's head and neck to hurl a man who got caught into the path several meters up into the air.

Avalia

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

He had successfully managed to grab hold of Risa and lift her up into the air and Kyran would surely be unable now to catch them. The reaction he wanted from Kyran was partly obtained in that his rage got the better of him, to the point of him changing his very shape. Elthrael had previously assumed the big fox which had fought against the dark elven warrior time past, had been Kyran. Yet this transformation was nothing like that. It were as if the young man had thrown away all sense of reason and turning into some more primal beast on two legs.

'Oh? You've lost! You vicious vulpine! More than the lady, you even lost yourself! How truly ironic!' He thought with glee as he watched over his own shoulder, carrying Risa who was beating on his arms in an attempt to let her go. He couldn't let her go now. The moth fairy had seen these kind of creatures before, the one which Kyran had turned himself into, although they were extremely rare in the forest he dwelled in, they were most surely more common the further north you went. Kyran, or rather the beast he had turned into had given chase for abit, but soon changed his direction. Once himself and Risa had gained sufficient elevation he turned his attention on her.

'To think that foxboy had that kind of thing in him... even so a power you cannot control is not a power but a curse.' He thought to himself, thinking back to Elsea momentarily before looking over Risa.

"She needs you? Who does? Your friends? There are things you can and cannot do princess. Your friends such as Elsea are beyond any help which may be given right now, you know these words be true. Foxboy even turned into some frenzied beast." Elthrael said in a calm tone of voice, without looking at her, the fairy inspected the large building to the side which almost seemed to shake and there were screaming within. The trap had been sprung and now the ones which triggered it would have to pay the price for doing so. The moth fairy softly shook his head to himself. He had refused to enter the place himself, keeping himself however in the vicinity just for the potential to snatch Risa and fly off with her.

"Risa.. you are too important to this world than you know, without you the rebellion will ultimately bring the rise of a new tyrant if Aklenroth is indeed defeated... everything would be for naught. Everyone would want a chance at his throne if there is no clear powerful successor to bring back order, and who has the support of the people. Your friends, family... these humans... all would have died in vain for a peace which would never come. As long as you live, the claim on the fairy throne can be used to bring true order back to this world after the lich is defeated. This is your destiny Risa, this is the path you are meant to take. The hope that so many has no doubt has died believing in, and still believe in. Join with me and we can destroy Aklenroth together and bring this world peace under a grand fairy empire."

"As of now Risa, I am the only one who has not abandoned you. I will not allow them to harm you. You are under my protection now." He said softly, trying to comfort her by looking to her face. He began to fly towards the north, further away from the large building and the screams within it. "We cannot help the ones within, to keep you alive is to aid the rebellion and keep the beacon of hope lit. The dreams and hopes they all shared." He said softly to Risa's ear, his eyes darting around to survey the surroundings for any dark elves or beastlike foxboys.

'Now I just need to get her to one of the fairy kingdoms and the right to the throne will soon be mine. Oh I wonder if you will make it on time for the wedding, oh ever persistant foxboy.' Elthrael mused inside of his head, as of this moment things were all in his hands. He was the one holding the cards now, now he just needed to play them right.

"Do you believe in destiny, princess Risa?~" He asked softly in a seductive manner of voice.

Avalia

Baraian Paladice

Upon hearing the words of Caius, the dark elf had remained quiet and leaning up against one of the walls in the grand hall. He knew that the possibility of a trap being made was highly possible, but the humans would nontheless likely be drawn towards it like moths to the flame.

'In life or death. All hail the king, the king will soon be dead. Along with everything else.' Baraian thought to himself, watching the attendees get more unruly and panic strickened, even more so when some winged woman had opened a rift. This was not a calculation that Baraian had expected, even less the large demon which came through it and began to spread chaos across the entire room. Grabbing, stepping and barging through various people. Even seemingly eating some. This enemy was not something he could easily dispatch on his own, especially not with his recent injury. When he thought of it, who within the ballroom could possibly stop this juggernaut of a creature from ending the rebellion right here? This wasn't good, if the rebellion would die here then he would have to spend who knows how many years to build up another Golden Death and wait for a second wave of humans. This obviously was not a liked option. He had waited too long for this, the earth and skies screamed for revolution and liberation. It had to be given to it right now.

There had been various humans revealing themselves in the grand hall, much to his own displeasure, whilst he had expected someone to yell out and cause a mess. To have so many of them reveal themselves were simply just folly to him. So much folly in fact that he realized that at least one of these humans must have been aligned with the lich king, attempting to lure the rest out by stating their stance. This was a most likely case, and such also concluded there were a very cunning human about. Just how gifted were these humans anyhow? That even the lich king feared them so much? They must not die so early in the rebellion, that was important to Baraian. They needed to further spread mayhem across the land. Drive the elves, the fairies, the demi-humans, orcs, dark elves... every race on Avalia had to be plunged into the conflict. They however had to band together first to kill the lich, after that he could personally support each faction by giving them useful information about the rest. So that the most amount of damage could be done. Drawing the largest armies to duke it out with each other until nothing would remain.

It was this dream, the only reason he still drew breath. The world he hated and the creatures which inhabitated it, himself included had to be rooted out and disappear forever. The dark elf's thoughts fell on Illan for a moment. If only all would have been like Ilan then there would be no reason for the world to be destroyed, however the real world wasn't as kind as such a fairy tale! The dark elf slid his way across the wall of the grand hall, glancing to the warded exits as people slammed into them, trying to get away.

'There's something beautiful about seeing the true nature of life being shown at the verge of death. Trying to save each other, step on one-another, trying to press yourselves over the bodies of others. You all deserve to die in this world, together with me.' He thought as he lowered his head, watching some other large beast rampage in another section of the hall. The rebellion had to survive for now however, if there were no exit to be taken, there had to be an exit made. The dark elf glanced at one of the large walls of the building. If he could lure that brute of a demon to slam with it's massive arms or weight it could possibly breach the walls, thus creating a passage for the rebellion to live on.

He relocated himself to a fitting wall where he thought it was thin enough, before he reached out with his dark magics, his aim set on the large creature. Whilst knowing his magic would no doubt only be able to tickle it, as long as he could grab it's attention he could possibly lure it to do as he please. He readied himself also for the moment when he had to dip into the shadowy magic to avoid getting flattened or grabbed by the thing. To make sure the little miss which was leading the Golden Death was also important. She was after all unwittingly doing his work for him and would save him much strain and bother.

Avalia

Zelginn

Zelginn had perked his ears up and his tail had flapped from side to side very fast on hearing Caius words to the crowd of people within the grand hall. Then moments later Caius had revealed his true form, and it was one which Zelginn knew of. But not only that, Azriel had opened a rift to welcome an old aqquaintence into the ball. The fox boy smiled broadly when he saw who it was.

"Ahaha? This is great! I haven't seen him in ages!" He said aloud in a cheery manner to some frightened women next to him, some of whom had pinched his cheeks earlier. The looks on their faces were that of terror and stress, they couldn't understand what had caused the small boy to be so cheerful.

"It's time~" He snickered before he leaned down abit, placing his hands on the floor as darkness would begin to swirl around him, his small frame beginning to distort and grow. His limbs extending, his face elongating and his tail growing longer. The eyes of the fox-looking boy had soon shifted in both shape and colours as his form began to grow, and grow and grow. His hands and feet turned into large clawed paws, his teeth and jaw grew significantly. His white fur began to become grey and then darker until it became black. The form was growing to the size of a horse before it stopped and the large black fur ridden tail swirled around, knocking a few people over. The fox boy was gone, and had been replaced with a creature of nightmares, close akin to that of the demon which was now unleashed into the room.

Darkmane appearance and size comparison with Baraian

"Grr! Darrrkmane hungers! Let us feassssst dear brotherrr, to honor our motherrrr and the rrrrightful king!" A growling voice came from the fur clad beast, as he lifted his head to unleash a terrifying howl across the room, his eyes quickly scanned his surroundings until he found what he was looking for. The woman which had taken his food before. Myra. Zelginn took a lunging leap forwards, biting hold of some unfortunate souls in his path towards Myra, hurling them to the sides and into the direction of Ahzmorath.

She ate his chicken, now he was going to eat her. His jaws opened wide as he attempted to snap them shut around Myra would he get close enough.

Avalia

Terneus Andros

One of the noble eyebrows of Terneus had risen slighlty upon hearing one of the ball attendees raise his voice and address the crowd which were scattered all over the grand hall. It was with a mixture of disgust and rolling of his eyes that he listened to the man, who was obviously trying really hard to flatter the king. What did the lich king have that he didn't have? Aside from his powers. Terneus was confident that he was indeed more fashionable, more fair in both judgement and looks and far more liked by the people. Especially his people. Ofcourse there were every now and then a critic, but such could easily be dealt with using ol'chop chop. The somewhat cheery name for the guilliotine located in the middle of the light elven place where Terneus governed. As a sign of his power over life and death, of justice and order. This man which had addressed the crowd however seemed to not be what he appeared to be. The noble elf seemed to recall seeing him before, but maybe it was just his imagination. After all, commoners and those of not as noble blood as his own all looked the same. More or less. The new form the man had taken were however far more grotesque, and to what Terneus was concerned this man was no man at all. He was a monster... or a demon... to Terneus these words were more or less the same and not overly far away from orcs, dark elves or demi-humans either.

The governor reached for his napkin, placing it before his nose as if to ward off some possible incoming smell.

'Yeuch. Revolting. All these heaps of meat and no brains.' The elf thought from his elevated position, leaning slightly over the railing to observe what was going on below.

Terneus could soon after see a winged creature, whereof it was male or female was beyond even his perception. Not like there was an easy way to distinguish one kind of dirt with another anyhow, at least that's how he regarded it. It wasn't an important matter. But the feathered thing had tossed something in the middle of the hall and hurling something quick to hit it. Even the overly gifted and humble governor had to agree it was indeed a quick action. Then came the rift. The elf pushed himself off the railing and took a step back, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping slightly. What was going on?

'What in the pure elven graces is going on? A DROM? No this is-' He felt sweat falling down his face and he suddenly felt both warm and cold at the same time, a cold shiver down his spine as he watched as a large creature, far larger than the one which had spoken to the crowd, had begin to make it's way through the rift.

'A demon. An old demon. He thought quickly, trying to fathom that this was indeed happening and he was located within the same building as the rebel scum and this monstrousity. The elf stood still for a few moments, watching as the demon crushed a few people under it's feet. One of them being the pigfaced man who he had encountered earlier, then the demon had swooped down and picked up a dark elf. Not just any dark elf but Commander Dreadclaw. Terneus blinked a few moments, as if trying to collect himself. Was this really happening? Then the demon had bitten down on the dark elf, seemingly killing him.

"Yes!" He exclaimed in a joyous manner, his hand tightening into a fist as he raised it slightly, he felt like he had scored a victory on seeing one of his enemies get killed. Before he snapped back to the grave situation, there was something far more important than looking at the carnage and destruction of his enemies, or capturing rebels or a human. That thing was to preserve his own life, for what was more important? He couldn't think of anything even coming close. Then he turned around swiftly and began to move up the stairs towards the balcony, he had to find a way to get down from that place.

'While those mindless sheep get butchered in there, I shall use my great intellect and make my own retreat...' He thought in a smug manner, if such a thing even was possible. That's when he went facefirst into an invisible wall, his mask slamming into something he couldn't see. The mask fell off his face and began to fall down the stairs before stopping.

'What?! A warding here? You must be jesting with me! I am not going to be made a fool of, not here, not anywhere! Not ever! These damned stairs.' He mentally cursed his predicament as he turned back to move down the stairs to the railing where he had stood before, albeit a distance away from it, just for safety measures.

'Where is that useless piece of trash Commander Feldrin. This is all his fault.' The elf grunted lowly as he surveyed the grand hall and the demon again, and then he saw his commander. He was moving towards the direction of the stairs, albeit closely to the middle of the room. 'Ahh there he is, once I get my hands on that good for nothing...' Terneus snarled and glared in the direction of his commander who moments later bumped into another person and fell to the floor, before the demon descended it's feet at him, crushing him in an instant, leaving only a bloody mess behind.

'Argh! That idiot! Now I need to find another commander, how I hate having to do all the hard work all the time. Elven gods of old, why must you test me so?' He lamented in grief, not over losing his commander, but over him having to waste time finding another.

If only he could get outside, he could make it to his carriage and- his carriage... The elf's face grew grim and his frown clear as day. How could he have been trapped indoors with these rats and none had told him? Was it that difficult to alert the most highly esteemed and respected elf of the lands that something was being prepared for the rebels? So what could he do now? It was wreaking havoc below, and he had no intention of putting himself on the line unless he knew he could gain something from it. If the rebels would somehow fight it and be winning... then maybe he could unleash his powerful magics on it and get the glory. But that would earn the ire of the king. But if he just stayed up there and the rebels lost, then he could possibly have to face that demon by himself.

Ofcourse no low-life demon, no matter it's size could possibly stand against his brilliant mind and magic, but if there were no witnesses of his heroic and legendary power, how could he possibly benefit from it. The dilemmas plagued him as he watched the chaos unfold from his little nest. Sooner or later the wards would surely go down and then he could withdraw from there. Even if everyone else in the hall had to die, as long as he made it out it would all be worth it. As long as he survived. His eye began to twitch violently as his sanity began to tingle.