Dezuel

Avalia

Terneus Andros

It was with a shaky vision that the governor found himself going in and out of conciousness, the sight blurry. What had happened to him? Oh that's right. The last thing he had done was to eat those godsforsakened apples. Some unsavorable forest scoundrel had unfairly done this to him. How dared they do this. Terneus felt his focus slowly returning, and when it did he remembered he was on the ground. How non-graceful for one such as he, to be crawling amidst the maggots and the peasants down there. He knew not what was worse, the experience itself or that someone would see him in this state. The humiliation enough could be potent enough to even harm him.

Speaking of harm, it was then he realized that his body was aching and stinging, not only in his own face but everywhere. But at least he had managed to get some rest. But what were those red dots that were all over his arms, had the poison caused some kind of skin affliction to him? There were so many of them. But that didn't add up, since he had long sleeves there was no skin to be afflicted there. It was then he noticed that the dots were moving, and it wasn't his blurry vision making it so. Ants! Red ants! An ant army was fully away at biting and making his body into their next thing to bring to their hive.

"AHHHHHHH!" The governor exclaimed as high as his vocal cords allowed him as he realized his dilemma, thinking quickly and remembering what to do when on fire. To lie down and roll, and luckily for him he was already one step ahead as he was already lying down. The elf quickly rolled over from side to side, kicking up dirt and leaves along his path. Even going so far as to roll right into the soft and gentle foilage that were the nettles. The numbing and stinging sensation of the nettles mixed with the ant stinging as if they were tag partners in a fight. Or how his face got along so well with a mirror.

The elven governor cursed aloud and threw himself up on his feet, shaking and touching his attire to rid himself off any ants, to such a degree the once so finely dressed man didn't see the soft and smooth stone in front of him, causing him to fall into the nearby spring. In some stroke of fortune, the elf found himself in a spring to relieve himself of his temporary setbacks. He coughed as water fell down his body as he ended up on all his fours in the spring.

"Ughhnnn..." He groaned, but he was disappointed as he wanted to curse, to blame someone for this misfortune but he was too weary and at this rate the only person he could blame was himself. And that was certainly not an option. With a stinging, and now drenched attire the elf got out of the spring and made his way towards the hut. There had to be something to eat in there. The doorway was blocked by some form of vines, it took the governor abit of strength to conjure light to cut away the branches and roots blocking his path, and then he allowed abit of light to shine on him to lighten the interior.

It was a small hut. Very unlike his own mighty tower of oppression, but surely it must have something the elf could eat. He began to throw away various furniture, or at least he thought they were. Until he found a storage room and within it the elf's eyes lightened up, first in a sense of joy but soon followed by anger. There were at least thirty different brands of alcohol and various dried elven food within it, but worst of all he recognized them. These were -HIS- brands! His missing shipments that was coming from the cheap work labor the fairies provided. Some thief had raided his caravan and now the gods had delivered him justice.

"Hah! Take that you lowly thief, you steal from me and now I am taking back what's duly mine!" He had forgotten how sore his throat had gotten, but the mixture of joy, anger and a feeling of revenge was too much to contain. The elf grabbed a bottle of his favorite wine and bit into the cork with his teeth, pulling it lose and sweeping a third of the bottle in a single go, while pocketing his mouth and pockets with the dried meat and fruit. Never had the 'emergency' supplies tasted so good to him. This was truly a sign from the old elven gods that the unworthy were to be delivered to him, and he would cast due judgement on everything under his magnificence.

Once the silverhaired elf had filled himself on food and drinks, he grabbed a sack and filled it with as much supplies as he could. After all this wasn't stealing, it was divine retribution. The only thing he wishes was that he had some fire with him so he could light up the hut, if it wouldn't damage the forests. The dilemma. Long have the fairies and others considered them their own, but Terneus knew deep inside that all forests, more or less belonged rightfully to the elves. Those of his kind. The best ones.

While consuming the drinks, which alleviated his thirst and the stinging pain in his body, it also added an extra -push- to his leg movements as he searched the hut about who the culprit could be. That's when he saw a drawing on one of the walls. It depicted a kind of fairies which not even Terneus recognized, or at least he thought so on first glance. On each side of the oddly drawn fairies were more familiar kinds, the forest fairies and the winter fairies to name two. He knew those well enough. They made decent servants, even if they were both physically and mentally weak. At least they knew their place under his normally prisine boots.

The lightly buzzed elf looked abit closer at the odd drawing, why had someone made such a odd drawing of fairies killing each other. Those weird fairies in the middle being the focus. It was then he recognized some characteristics, they weren't completely identical to something he had seen not too long ago. But it did make him realize.

"That creature which shamelessly attacked me on the balcony were one of these things?! This is it's home?! That does it! I am tearing it to pieces! AHAHAHAHA! Isn't justice SWEET! This is payback for what you did to my carriage!" The elf screamed out inside of the hut, shooting his beams of light in all manner of directions, severing much of the plant furniture within. Even the plantlike pillars. And it wasn't until he heard the creaking sound that he realized his error. He cut off the supports of the hut. "Oh.."

The hut crumbled in unto itself, but more importantly and unfortunately on himself.

Avalia

Carneylus Creznek

Some time had passed since the dark elves had been taught a valuable lesson, some of the locals had saw to dragging them to the healers for aid. Keeping them alive would be far more beneficial for all involved, as they would no doubt have a newfound respect for the locals. And if they did not like the treatment they receieved they could always report their failure to their superiors who in turn would punish them even further. Surely they knew better to cause more trouble from now on.

Carneylus found himself standing and leaning against a wooded fence, looking through the darkly tinted glass of his visors at all the different people walking around. How long could there be relative peace in the port town which he had spent so much of his time? Surely the days of peace was nearing an end, or was it actually beginning? It was hard to tell, and the breeze in the air didn't answer any of his questions. The winged man was brought out of his thoughts as he felt something being hurled in his direction, and he tilted his head to the side to dodge the projectile flung in his direction. The pebble flew past and with a plopping sound landed in a waterbarrel slightly behind the winged man.

"Carney! Ya stupid seasnake!" A loud yet high pitched voice reached the keen ears of the bat-man, who couldn't help but stick a finger into his ear to momentarily give relief to it, before he turned fully towards the direction of the voice.

"Hnn... ya bastard! Ya think I didn't see what ya did?!" A short demihuman with bovine ears, a pair of horns and a tail spoke out to him. This was however no stranger, but someone he knew well enough for the last few years. An opportunistic, yet resourceful youngster with a temper.

"Good day, Minothea. Afraid you've caught me at a bad time, I have no idea what you are refering to..." He explained, a soft smile on his lips and his arms folded over his chest.

Minothea

"Don't play games with me ya stupid dingbat! I saw what ya did to those dark elves!" The youngster retorted fiercely, her eyes glimmering as if on fire, nose slightly fuming and the ears twitching just a slight bit.

"Oh.. you mean that." Carneylus said while closing his eyes, his right hand reaching up to scratch his neck. "That was just a misunderstanding... it wasn't a fight. You'll get it when you grow up." The winged man explained calmly, yet with a slight sweatdrop at his neck.

"Don't play innocent! Ya probably just beat them up because ya were bored! Have ya forgotten our bet?!" The girl reached out and pointed to his face accusingly, her face fierce despite her barely reaching up to his waist.

"Oh right.. that bet. I must have forgotten..." Carneylus said as if there had been a sudden revelation from the very sky itself, and he was bathed in the enlightenment.

"Ya couldn't even stay away from meddling for a single day! Ya are hopeless! Ya suck! Easiest hundred amas I've ever made, and an extra fifteen for having to look for ya dumbass! Ya better cough it up or I am going to bullrush ya! I'll also bite when I am hungry." The girl barked out in a demanding manner, holding out her right palm facing the sky. It was in that moment of need and realization, that aid came in the form of another voice in the distance. A loud voice which could only belong to one man.

"I think I can hear Valaeon. It sounds very urgent. Do excuse me!" Carneylus took flight with his wings, lifting from the air and flying towards Valaeon.

"Get back here with my amas ya swindling swampbat! Grrrrr!" The girl yelled out and rushed after him through the various people wandering the port town marketplace. Once the bat-man landed he had his old friend, Valaeon in sight he landed close to him. "Valaeon! What's the matter?" He asked as if the matter was one of life and death, and it might aswell had been. Speaking of possibility of death, the sound and footsteps coming closer had the bat-man slightly turn to the side to reach up a single hand to block the horned rush of the short girl that had charged into him. Minothea was cussing, and being held from plunging her horns into the man, by a placed palm at the middle of her forehead keeping her at bay.

"Grrr! Tell this flying leech to pay me for his lost bet, Vally! The bun & shrimp are only going to be open for a couple more hours and I am a growing girl! Ya better pay or I will make ya pay!" The girl said in a manner of promised pain to come, whereof the bat-man began to reach for his sword- no... it was his pouch with amas.

"Ofcourse, I always pay what is due, Minothea. Thank you for understanding..." The man had barely finished his sentence before the pouch had been snatched from his hands, and hidden on the girl's person.

"Pleasure doing buisness with ya." The girl took a few steps back, and twirled around, placing both her hands at the back of her neck. "Try keep this idiot out of trouble, Vally."

Avalia

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

None had attacked nor followed him by the looks of it, in his investigation of the scent in the air. Yet the closer he came to the source, the less pleased he became. Perked up into a tree a clear distance away he stopped, taking cover behind a tree, the various branches and leaves the tree was offering and extra layer of camoflague. His eyes soon enough searched the area ahead to confirm if what he had thought was true. And indeed there she was. Elsea

'So she's still alive? I guess she is more lucky than most, but that alone will not suffice. These companions likely share her views.' He thought as he observed Cade and Corvina, and also Ezeri.

'Another human? A pity the company has no doubt destroyed any chance of making that one into a potent weapon. A weapon which do not heed it's wielders command cannot be truly called a weapon.' He shook his head softly to himself, before letting go of the tree and dashing into the forestation again, flying back towards the direction that Bowyn, Kenia and Zepherin had wandered off towards. He would have to catch up to them, yet adandoning all sense of reason in a forest was not wise. Even if he was most certainly the most dangerous thing in it. After all the forest itself was his area of expertise, unlike the plains or the many towns and cities. After he had travelled quite the bit by air, although under the tree crowns to avoid being seen from above, he allowed himself to briefly ponder.

Does the key even exist? The male human who controlled the earth proved unwise and unreasonable and died for it. Elsea failed too as far as he saw it, yet she still lived. The other man human, Darius was behaving oddly compared to the rest. He was more withdrawn. Something was not right with that one. Why had the elven man told him to stay behind with him, when the humans were the key to defeating the lich. The elf was most likely using the human for his own design, perhaps having paid him or made promises. This other girl which had just been seen alongside Elsea, it was too late to mold her into a weapon most surely. How many more humans were remaining in Avalia?

What if there would be none capable of defeating the lich? He had considered that possibility, what would he do if the rebellion itself would fail and the humans perish. There was no point in keeping up a struggle against the lich without them, while the moth fairy didn't doubt his own power, there had been many who had defied the lich. They all were slain or made into his servants or worse. When the rebel force would amass, if there would be no sight of a key. Then he felt the best cause of action would be to return to the forest he called home. It wouldn't even matter if he was able to seize the fairy throne, when the lich would hold all the other cards.

It took him awhile to track the others down, and when he did he announced his presence while standing on a branch up into a nearby tree, still aware that at any moment one of them might be startled by his sudden appearance. "What a pity, I found nothing of interest over yonder..."

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

The blonde young man had truly given a longer answer than what Mandi had expected, but it had been just what the red-eyed mage had hoped for. Someone to verbally explain things for those which appeared to be completely clueless. If this had been all, it would had been enough to make him a valuable friend to have, but he also seemed capable of altering his appearance to match that of someone else.

"Oh! I understand now, thank you for explaining that part. That's a neat trick you have there too~ I wish I was able to alter my appearance like that too. But I am not a powerful mage at all... not like you." Mandi tilted the head slightly, while leaning forwards just a tiny bit, looking straight into Karn's eyes smiling widely, while the blonde young man began to talk of a harvest festival. 'A festival of harvests? Those which plant seeds, eventually will have things grow from them. Add enough time and water and it may prove fruitful.' The young mage mused in the solitude of it's own head, or so it had thought as a voice reached out to Mandi's head. It took the voice of a young woman, pleasing to hear but with some form of irritation in it. Where was this voice coming from? A mindreader? A telepath?

'Who are you? Reveal yourself! Why are you inside of my head?' Mandi asked in a defensive manner, sounding far more serious in the head than how the mage had appeared to those around. As the voice continued talking it became clearer what was going on. Some kind of item, a trinket or a weapon was communicating with the hydromancer. It seemed to desire to protect it's wielder, someone by the name of Brianna. Mandi's voice, even in the young mage's head became more like how it was to those around it. "Oh and I am not all that interesting really~ Brianna huh? I don't know this one. Oh and I've got nothing up my sleeves but more sleeves~ Honest~ But it's abit rude to invade someone else's head don't you think?' Mandi mentally asked before being approached by the beautiful young woman which Mandi had smiled to before. She introduced herself as Brianna.

'So this is Brianna?' Mandi thought, looking the woman over from top to toe, spotting the blade carried by her side before settling on the woman's face, where Mandi smoothly grabbed hold of the yellow robe it wore and courtesied. "I am pleased to meet you, fair lady Lyffobelt~ But... " The yellow clothed mage began to raise both of it's sleeves to it's face and then proceeded to sniff into them. "I am sorry... I am not allowed to talk with you. Your friend, the talking sword... " Mandi pointed to the sword by Brianna's belt. "...told me to stay away from you. It thinks.. *sniffs* I'm a horrible person which would shatter you. I...I should just leave..." The ponytailed mage moved both it's sleeves up to cover it's face from the nose and down, turning around momentarily, yet under all the sleeves the mage allowed it's lips to form into a wide grin.

'Intriguing enough for you, swordie~? Must get pretty dull in that sheath. Maybe she'll replace you with an axe if you keep being such a meanie to an innocent bystander... like little old me~? Is it just me or does it smell like a hot spring in here~?' Mandi thought as if trying to communicate back to what item the mage thought was doing the talking. A talking sword, was this truly what was doing the talking? One could only wonder what other magical trinkets were kept within the halls of the most prominent guild of light. The dark may hold many secrets of it's own, yet the light can also be blinding and hide things.

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Phoenix Wing guild hall

After the redhaired man had seemingly ignored Mandi's words, that or something more pressing was on that ones mind. The red-eyed hydromancer instead found a few others gazing in it's direction. 'How is she able to tell what magic I possess? Mind prying or is she truly able to discern a person's magical affinity?' The yellow dressed mage thought while studying Penny and the young man which had decided to seemingly hide behind her.

"No worries~ It's fine, It's fine." Mandi quickly replied to Penny, waving one hand in a dismissive manner.

"Thank you~ Oh and I see! It sure is massive this hall!" Mandi said in a cheery manner, whilst tilting the head slightly to the side, a smile decorating the young mage's face and eyes momentarily closed. Though the darkhaired mage's eyes did not remain shut for long, and once they opened the hydromancer stepped forwards to try and slowly take hold of Penny's right hand using both it's hands.

Smile

"I'm Mandi~ Nice to meet you Penny~ Oh and help me? I don't know. I am just having a little look around. Getting to know the area. I am not sure what this S-class means though, is it like which study class you belong to?" Mandi smiled with calm looking eyes, looking Penny over carefully before tilting the head from side to side, the black ponytail flapping from side to side.

'S-class mage huh. What does that even mean? What makes one an S-class mage? Raw magical power? Skill? Knowledge? Or is it just a simple official title? We'll see soon enough.' Mandi couldn't help but ponder, while being reminded that when it came to raw magical power the young mage's father had alot of it. Yet despite that he was ultimately slain by a less powerful mage who knew how to pick it's battles. No matter how strong someones ties to magic would be, even the most powerful could be brought down with the right approach and tactic. How many had relied on sheer brute force to overcome their obstacles, how many more had fallen because of that reliance? There was also another woman which had noticed the red-eyed hydromancer, who Mandi in turn smiled to with closed eyes and a slight tilt of the head.

'Such beauties.' The mage thought to itself, further interactions would be highly intriguing. These people were no doubt all capable mages on their own, all with their respective views on the world, life and magic itself. Time would surely tell what those views were. Would they be much different from Mandi's own views? The chances were high, after all not everyone had the same upbringing, training and other factors which would gradually form a person. Much like such could form what manner of magic one would wield, for what purpose and how.

'If you gaze upwards too steeply, you won't see the strike that comes from below.' Mandi thought for a brief moment on a sentence the mage had once heard from someone no longer amongst the living. But even if that person was no longer around, the sentence nontheless rang true in the mage's ears.

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Mandi El-Alzaru

Theme

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After having walked for awhile and taken in the various views that Magnolia was providing, a peculiar building drew the attention of the young mage. A guild hall to be precise. What manner of things would be kept within such a place? There was only one way to truly find out. Mandi's eyes began to wander over the architechture of the building itself and the pathway leading into it. Just how many people had walked here with the hopes of seeing the inside of the place, and how many had been truly able to explore all of it. Such questions would surely yield answers in dear time, and time was a thing of importance. The mage walked in a somewhat jolly manner up to the doorway, whose doors had previously been opened by someone else. The mage tilted slightly to the side, peeking inside before moving inside. Mandi's ponytail bouncing up and down in rhytm with each jolly step.

'Well would you look at that...' The darkhaired mage thought to itself as it's eyes wandered along the floors, the walls and ultimately the ceiling itself. Soon after looking over the various decoration, it was time to look at the various people scattered about.

'Guild mages hm? No surprise seeing them in a guild hall. They were more rare in mountains after all...' The mage bit it's lower lip slightly, before adjusting it's backpack slightly to make sure it was neatly in it's place. That things remained orderly like that was important, even if everything else would be chaotic.

'Time to not draw unnecessary attention to myself... calm like water.' The red-eyed mage thought before coughing into it's hand, before taking a slight jolly stride forwards towards a gathering of people. It was time to select one of them, the young mage settled on one with very fierce red hair. Bellus.

"Whoa~! You must be a guild mage! You look really strong~ Are these guys your fans? Bet you have some really impressive spells!" Mandi assumed a ponderous facial expression while tapping the chin with a single finger, the mage's eyes looking at Bellus and then over at the others gathered. The head tilting from one side to the other, and the ponytail flapping about in conjunction with said movement. Mandi adopted a smiling face soon after, with eyes momentarily closed.

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Mandi (INACTIVE)

Appearance

"Hai hai, Mandi here! Whoa you are really cute in that dress! We gotta get you to try some other ones really soon okay~?"

Name: Mandi El-Alzaru
Age: 17
Gender: One of the two. But which one?
Birthday: 13th of May
Magic: Lost Magia: Hydromancy

Hydromantica: Creates water which the wielder can manipulate as they please while also being able to utilize some other water-based spells to amplify or change it. This is a low effort channeling of magic, which is in effect until the caster loses focus or it is removed. It can be made to create jets of water, whirlpools, orbs of water, vortexes and basically anything the wielder wishes from water, which may be hurled or propelled towards foes. Or be used defensively. Mandi is also able to feel if anyone or anything comes into contact with water under the young mage's control. Be it from feeling the change of pressure or ripples in the flow.
Thermocia: Adjusts the temperature to minor or drastic means in water controlled, to create steam or ice. Mandi cannot control said ice nor steam once it takes it's shape, the young mage may however use the water controlled to hurl it into other directions.
Hydrosancti: Blesses the water under Mandi's control to become holy, becoming dangerous for undead, devils and darker creatures while imbueing non-evil things with minor healing if bathed in water of such properties.
Aquaservantum: Creates one or several golems made of water which obey the creator's commands. These servants are mindless and only heed simple commands such as "Fight, Follow, Guard, Hold" and actions which require them to lift something, open something or very mundane tasks. Mandi can currently summon a maximum of three golems, they hit hard enough to leave people breathless or may knock them down or away but not enough to leave serious injury without any application of steam or ice on them. With the exception if one of them grabs you, where they may cause drowning if left unhindered for too long.

Magic Level: A rank, but attempts to downplay this whenever possible. As if trying to hide it.

History:

Mandi El-Alzaru is the youngest child of a declining noble line of mages, most of said line however became corrupted while fighting dark mages and turned to evil themselves or were slain or imprisoned as a result. Such were the case with Mandi's older siblings, father, fraternal grandparents and many other ancestors. But occasionally there has been some which has been able to resist the lure of power and not give in to evil. Mandi prefers to not speak of family nor past much, but the young mage still carries the name El-Alzaru. But not with pride, but rather with just a tone of certainty, of confirmation that this is in fact true. When confronted with the crimes and even the good done by family members, Mandi grows silent and prefers to walk away if possible, one might easily figure out it isn't a favorite subject at all.

Mandi's magical training and uprising was always done with a feeling of restraint and control, the young mage seldom allowed others to see the true extent of the magic wielded by the youngest of house El-Alzaru. While some suspected there to be some power in the bloodline, others thought it was a matter of a persons will or personal magical affinity that played a larger part. There are those who deemed those of El-Alzaru to be self-rightious, doomed, cursed or weak-willed. While others considered the house to have the potential to provide strong and capable mages, but that the wrong training and the lust for power had driven them to unfortunate ends. Some blame were also put on mentors and teachers. When the time came for Mandi, it was with a silent yet determined nod that the young mage set forth to face the same challenges that those that came before faced. Question remained however, would this young mage be able to succeed where others could not?

Personality:
Mandi is highly talkative and formal in speech, the voice soft but with a hint of sting in it, which might be shown would Mandi lose the temper or there is a need for urgency or seriousness. It would be noticed upon first meeting the androgynous youngling, is that Mandi's own personal achievements, talent and progress is being downright downplayed by the young mage, being very humble when others give praise and merely waving it off as nonsense. Mandi finds more liking in praising others, often over-praising them as a result.

A wild discussion has always gone about if Mandi is a boy or a girl, but none has so far been able to get proof supporting either. Some individuals have in past even made it their personal goal to discover the truth, but to little avail for Mandi would not tell them if directly asked, merely answering with a soft "Hmph." This aside, Mandi is very steadfast and strongwilled, always carefully considering things in advance before going forth, providing such is given ofcourse. Mandi likes to verbally discuss matters of magic, the world and various philosophical beliefs. Ultimately the young mage shows a keen interest in conversations with others, but the known reasons for this overly social desire is unknown to most.

Guild and guild mark location: None yet.
Team Members: None

Three Strengths:
1. Keen senses
2. Physically tough
3. Steadfast

Three Weaknesses:
1. Vulnerable to sonic attacks due to keen hearing.
2. Vulnerable to strong spices and airborne stronger smells. Due to enhanced senses.
3. Terrible cook. Much to the displeasure of everyone else.

Additional Details:
- Is 168cm tall, weighs 60kgs.
- Carries a regular wooden staff.
- Carries a backpack with various extra clothing and food. Including some books and pens for writing down things.
- Dagger: A long and slightly curved dagger carried by the belt.
- Hair-sticks: Improvised piercing weapons or lockpicks.
- Water container: Carries emergency water. Can also be used to whack someone over the head with for minor bruising.

Relationships: None yet.

Galdin Frayheart

Appearance

Name: Galdin Frayheart
Age: 20
Sex: Male. Only male.
Birthday: 6th of January
Magic: Art of control: Sense manipulation & Frayheart family spells.

- Art of control: Sense manipulation

Taste manipulation: Increase or decrease the taste a person/creature feels, or make a piece of food either taste more or less, even make it tasteless. It cannot however change what it tastes like in flavour.
Scent manipulation: May enhance his own or others ability to smell things, even taking it away completely from others within a distance of 20 metres.
Feeling manipulation: Any person he choses to touch, with his weapon or using his bare hands can have their sense of feeling things either lessened or empowered, even to the more extreme degrees of not being able to feel any pain at all, and on the other end being able to feel intense pain from even the smallest of stings.
Hearing manipulation: May make his own or others hearing stronger or weaker. Can use this to make himself or others completely deaf. This only works for those able to hear him, those in the same world as him and within distance. This will not work on summoned magical beings, spirits or creatures which do not have physical hearing.
Sight manipulation: One of his more potent powers, where he can enhance his own or others vision. That or take it completely away for all who meets his gaze or even look at him, rendering them blind. This won't work on people who cover their eyes, averting their gaze or lacks eyes alltogether. Nor will it work on spirits, ghosts or creatures that do not have physical eyes.

The various effects last for 1 hour to as little as 10 minutes depending on the severity of the condition in question.

Sixth sense:

Galdin gains the ability to perceive everything around him for 15 seconds, but will make him receive something akin to a migraine after the fifteen seconds have passed. The mage may also use this on a another person within 10 metres, giving them the same boon and drawback.

- Frayheart family spells:

Fray Flare: A very basic but quick spell created by the Frayheart family, it looks like a small blue fireball the size of two clenched hands together. It doesn't deal much damage on it's own, it causes a stinging pain on whomever is hit by it, like a slow burn. But the effect itself isn't fire, but rather simply just magical energy.
Retreat barrier: A pretty standard magical barrier envelops the caster for a few seconds blocking most magically created attacks. The caster is able to move while the barrier is up, but unable to cast a spell from inside of it. The barrier however has a secondary usage, in that the caster can detonate it, causing the magical energies to blow out from the caster, causing anything near to be hurled away from it up to a 100kgs of weight.
Glovely Lovely: A pair of large blueish colored hands appear on the caster's own hands. The magic imbued into these make them act as if they were solid in nature rather than spectral, as if they were an extension of the mage's body itself without the pain receptors. They are however more sturdy than hands made of flesh, bone and flesh. Being able to withstand a few hits from weapons and even projectile type of spells. Though this is relative to what force is behind the weapon swung or the power of the spell used. The hands themselves are large, but weightless. And can grow in size if the caster so wishes, but only if the caster discards the magical hands from it's own hands. They would then grow big enough to be able to grab around a normal person. The uses for these two magical hands are vast, even more so than ones own hands as they can levitate within 50 metre radius of the caster.

Example of uses:

- Tighten into a fist and used as a battering ram.
- Grab and hold a person
- Make a 'stop' motion to block incoming attacks.
- Slap a creature's entire body in one motion.
- Pull a lever
- Lift something

While Glovely Lovely are active in both hands, the caster cannot use any weapon in it's own hands or cast any spell which requires use of the hands. Such as his Fray Flare.

Magic Level: A

History:

Born into a secretive noble family, Galdin was raised as most young nobles were. With a firm hand, proper etiquette and manners. His ancestors having been soldiers, which were able to buy themselves into nobility following a fortunate mineral find on their land. As such trinkets from battles, books and things of magical nature was a common sight for Galdin when he was young, his father having been a very determined man and took pride in the fact that his family had worked themselves up, to the point he was a very strict and stern man of very few smiles. Galdin and his father very seldom saw eye to eye however, mostly due to the formers desire to leave home and growing bored of it.

The call to see the world was growing too tempting for Galdin, feeling that the very confines of the mansion was a prison rather than a home. So when his father had an unfortunate accident in the family mine, it didn't take long for Galdin to declare that he was leaving home. He was now after all the head of the family, as he had no siblings nor close relatives to contend with him for the position. His mother however was given charge of the mansion, a considerable amount of the wealth and the servants which would aid her in overseeing things at home. Galdin's relationship with his mother was better than with his father, but even so felt stale at best. While the time at magic lessons and dueling other young nobles had been a way to pass time and hone his magical powers, it had earnt him many enemies and sparked ire in other noble families due to the nature of how his spells were.

While most mages were trying to make powerful spells capable of leveling buildings, or make flashy lights capable of inspiring awe and admiration. Galdin's magic had been partly selected by his late father, and the rest by himself. His main magic consist of spells which strip away other peoples five senses and at such leave them at a severe disadvantage which he exploit to the fullest. There is nothing beautiful about his magic, no flashy lights, no grand incantations or powerful blasts of energy. And this is why he is despised. The ability to strip his opponent of their dignity by rendering them unable to see, hear or feel. They would find themselves so humiliated that they wouldn't even refer to him by name or ever see him again, instead giving him names and not speak of how he bested them.

Galdin's magic might itself not be flashy one bit, but he makes up for that in trying to make himself look and move in dramatic manners, having always had an interest in theatrics and acting. He even finds enjoyment in some music, books and art. The mansion where he had spent most of his life was not far away from Magnolia, which had always fascinated him. So it didn't take the man long before he left the cage that was his parents mansion and boarded an airship to take him to Magnolia.

Personality:

Galdin is generally qutie laidback and conservative about his energy, confident in himself and his magic, yet this confidence doesn't blind him to the fact there are other powerful mages. Even if he may occasionally become very enticed and challenge more than one person to fight him. A thing he does have going for him however is his looks, which can help him in the initial stages of making a conversation or gaining attention. While outwardly he may seem like a social and open individual, his heart is sealed shut, in the sense that he doesn't let anyone get close to him. If someone tries he attempts to change the subject or remove himself from the situation.

Philosopical discussions however is highly appealing to him, as it helps him ponder on others way of life and compare it to his own. Even if his views may end up being very twisted to others. But since he is so very closehearted knowing what he really feels or thinks can be a tricky thing to uncover. Those who dig for gold may find it, those which dig for coal may also find it.

Guild and guild mark location: None
Team Members: None
Three Strengths:
1. Hand-to-hand matters
2. Graceful
3. Multitasker

Three Weaknesses:
1. Overambitious
2. Awful at running
3. Stone hearted

Additional Details:

-175cm tall, 68kgs
- Carries a cavalry saber in a sheathe
- Wears various small pouches at his belt with smaller trinkets and a small flattened backpack on his back with necessities. A comb, a signet ring, books, pens, a water container with fresh water, some dried meat kept in sealed containers, among other things that a young noble needs.

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Mandi El-Alzaru

The howling wind and falling rain was deafened by the roaring thunder, flashes of lightning striking the peaks above the old stone bridge. On the bridge itself, two mages were drawn into a full on magical clash. The first wore a light blue mantle, a white robe and carried a metal looking staff in it's grip. The second was dressed fully in black, hooded and cloaked and armed with a sword.

The darkhooded man moved with slower yet more trained steps, his arm movements were that of a trained and older one. The other individual was far quicker, yet not as refined in it's casting. A blast of fire shot out from the darkhooded figure, a massive bolt of lightning came from the sky to collide with it. The echoing sound of the lightningbolt striking the stone itself sent tremors along the mountainside. Heavy breaths came from both of the adults on the bridge, their grip around their respective weapons of choice was tightening. As if it was their very lifeline. Their footing on the bridge became more entrenched.

"Dracon flare!" The darkhooded figure screamed out, while at the same time the other figure screamed out a spell of it's own. "Holy aerial!" Was soon uttered, and a golden bolt of lightning struck the middle of the bridge with such force that the bridge itself was cleft in twain, sending both the mages tumbling down the mountain crevice. Then came a deep rumbling sound, being followed shortly by the howling winds and the falling raindrops... then came the darkness.

[BOINK!]

It was with a slight bump that the young mage woke up, finding itself in the back of a wagon carrying hay. Oh that was true, this was after all a way to avoid having to walk all the way to Magnolia. "Aouww..." The mage lamented softly. And then with a yawn, some armstretching and wiping of the eyes, Mandi's gaze soon began scanning the town for things of interest.

'So this is Magnolia?' The young mage thought in a ponderous manner, taking in the sights of the town. There seemed to be plenty of things to inspect, and most surely alot of people to talk with. Mandi couldn't help to ponder on what kind of people one would be able to find in a place such as it. Was there even going to be hotsprings or mixed bath areas? The mage peeked over the top of the wagon to the driver, who was still unaware of his thoughtful passenger. There was a time for paying for caravan rides, and there was a time to bounce. This was certainly a time to bounce, and with little further ado Mandi crawled to the back of the wagon and jumped down with both feet on the ground.

"Yuush! Here at last~ Oho! Would you look at that." The young mage lifted one of it's hands above it's eyes in a spectating manner, right towards the direction of a clothes vendor which had some girls browsing the wares.

"Whoa that looks great~ Neat wares." Mandi chimed in as one of the girls was checking out a dress, which in turn they both blinked and looked at the young mage.

"Thank you, I think this dress is pretty." The girl holding unto the dress said with a warm smile.

"Oh... the dress? That's fine too." The young mage began to tap it's chin with a finger after rising it's gaze by just a slight bit to get leveled with the girl, offering her a playful wink.

"Uh..." The girl lowered her own gaze before raising her arms and folding them before her chest, looking to her companion momentarily before going back to Mandi.

"Catch ya later~ I've got a town to exploradicalo!" It didn't take the mage long to close it's eyes and smile in the general direction of the two girls and the vendor, while passing them by with both hands crossed behind the neck. This was no doubt going to be an eventful day, and if it wasn't intending on being that way it could always be helped along the way. After all, if a soup was not flavourful enough it could very easily be spiced up with the right ingridients. A sprinkle of this, and a sprinkle of that and all of a sudden there could be alot of various scenarios which could benefit opportunistic foxes or creatures like them. But more than that, foxes were very cunning and very sly, for one moment you think you might understand them, and then poof... they have stolen your lunch and you are left blinking and wondering what just happened. Mandi obviously found foxes to be fun creatures, especially the more playful looking ones.

'I wonder where the library is... maybe if I could find the village idiot I could ask them? Shouldn't be too hard to find one.' Many were the thoughts that travelled through the young mage's mind, surely there would be answers not too far away.

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Mandi

Appearance

"Hai hai, Mandi here! Whoa you are really cute in that dress! We gotta get you to try some other ones really soon okay~?"

Name: Mandi El-Alzaru
Age: 17
Gender: One of the two. But which one?
Birthday: 13th of May
Magic: Lost Magia: Hydromancy

Hydromantica: Creates water which the wielder can manipulate as they please while also being able to utilize some other water-based spells to amplify or change it. This is a low effort channeling of magic, which is in effect until the caster loses focus or it is removed. It can be made to create jets of water, whirlpools, orbs of water, vortexes and basically anything the wielder wishes from water, which may be hurled or propelled towards foes. Or be used defensively. Mandi is also able to feel if anyone or anything comes into contact with water under the young mage's control. Be it from feeling the change of pressure or ripples in the flow.
Thermocia: Adjusts the temperature to minor or drastic means in water controlled, to create steam or ice. Mandi cannot control said ice nor steam once it takes it's shape, the young mage may however use the water controlled to hurl it into other directions.
Hydrosancti: Blesses the water under Mandi's control to become holy, becoming dangerous for undead, devils and darker creatures while imbueing non-evil things with minor healing if bathed in water of such properties.
Aquaservantum: Creates one or several golems made of water which obey the creator's commands. These servants are mindless and only heed simple commands such as "Fight, Follow, Guard, Hold" and actions which require them to lift something, open something or very mundane tasks. Mandi can currently summon a maximum of three golems, they hit hard enough to leave people breathless or may knock them down or away but not enough to leave serious injury without any application of steam or ice on them. With the exception if one of them grabs you, where they may cause drowning if left unhindered for too long.

Magic Level: A rank, but attempts to downplay this whenever possible. As if trying to hide it.

History:

Mandi El-Alzaru is the youngest child of a declining noble line of mages, most of said line however became corrupted while fighting dark mages and turned to evil themselves or were slain or imprisoned as a result. Such were the case with Mandi's older siblings, father, fraternal grandparents and many other ancestors. But occasionally there has been some which has been able to resist the lure of power and not give in to evil. Mandi prefers to not speak of family nor past much, but the young mage still carries the name El-Alzaru. But not with pride, but rather with just a tone of certainty, of confirmation that this is in fact true. When confronted with the crimes and even the good done by family members, Mandi grows silent and prefers to walk away if possible, one might easily figure out it isn't a favorite subject at all.

Mandi's magical training and uprising was always done with a feeling of restraint and control, the young mage seldom allowed others to see the true extent of the magic wielded by the youngest of house El-Alzaru. While some suspected there to be some power in the bloodline, others thought it was a matter of a persons will or personal magical affinity that played a larger part. There are those who deemed those of El-Alzaru to be self-rightious, doomed, cursed or weak-willed. While others considered the house to have the potential to provide strong and capable mages, but that the wrong training and the lust for power had driven them to unfortunate ends. Some blame were also put on mentors and teachers. When the time came for Mandi, it was with a silent yet determined nod that the young mage set forth to face the same challenges that those that came before faced. Question remained however, would this young mage be able to succeed where others could not?

Personality:
Mandi is highly talkative and formal in speech, the voice soft but with a hint of sting in it, which might be shown would Mandi lose the temper or there is a need for urgency or seriousness. It would be noticed upon first meeting the androgynous youngling, is that Mandi's own personal achievements, talent and progress is being downright downplayed by the young mage, being very humble when others give praise and merely waving it off as nonsense. Mandi finds more liking in praising others, often over-praising them as a result.

A wild discussion has always gone about if Mandi is a boy or a girl, but none has so far been able to get proof supporting either. Some individuals have in past even made it their personal goal to discover the truth, but to little avail for Mandi would not tell them if directly asked, merely answering with a soft "Hmph." This aside, Mandi is very steadfast and strongwilled, always carefully considering things in advance before going forth, providing such is given ofcourse. Mandi likes to verbally discuss matters of magic, the world and various philosophical beliefs. Ultimately the young mage shows a keen interest in conversations with others, but the known reasons for this overly social desire is unknown to most.

Guild and guild mark location: None yet.
Team Members: None

Three Strengths:
1. Keen senses
2. Physically tough
3. Steadfast

Three Weaknesses:
1. Vulnerable to sonic attacks due to keen hearing.
2. Vulnerable to strong spices and airborne stronger smells. Due to enhanced senses.
3. Terrible cook. Much to the displeasure of everyone else.

Additional Details:
- Is 168cm tall, weighs 60kgs.
- Carries a regular wooden staff.
- Carries a backpack with various extra clothing and food. Including some books and pens for writing down things.
- Dagger: A long and slightly curved dagger carried by the belt.
- Hair-sticks: Improvised piercing weapons or lockpicks.
- Water container: Carries emergency water. Can also be used to whack someone over the head with for minor bruising.

Relationships: None yet.

Avalia

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

"What I want? Haven't you listened, my vengeful friend?" He mused softly his mouth forming a slight grin, then he slid down closer towards Bowyn, almost as if trying to circle around him. Then the moth fairy lowered his voice and leaned in slightly.

"Names matter not as much as the actions one take, to advance oneself in the world is a natural thing which all living beings do since birth. Would you think me an exception to that? Hahah... ahh... but what would I sacrifice in the name of rebellion? The least for the best effect." He smirked as he flew back abit.

"There's more in my words than mere letters. Ahh, a pity the dear little 'princess' didn't heed my words neither, or she might not had been taken by that servant of the lich. Oops... the princess is out of the bag! I forgot to mention that part... Not that such a thing is going to discourage you from continuing along the path now hm? Have more faith in oneself than others, that way you are less likely to be disappointed." He added and set his eyes on the others in the group wandering over them with his eyes.

Zephyrin had spoken up, having said that the rebellion didn't matter to her, yet at the same time she craved adventure. Her words were not adding up. For what greater adventure would there be in attempting to dethrone a king? The matter in question wasn't simply a thing that was irrelevant to anyone present, the outcome of the rebellion would shape Avalia for times to come.

The winter fairy girl was hiding her true feelings. Were she an opportunist seeking to gain a thing or two along the way? To Elthrael it didn't matter, what did matter was that he would find the tool necessary to kill the lich and hone that tool well. Only after the lich would be dealt with her could seize control over the fairy kingdoms. It was imperative that the fairies would be kept out of the rebellion as much as possible so that the takeover after the lich would be a powerful and swift move. Once the king would have no place left to run. Elthrael knew he had to return to the river fairy kingdom, or at the very least the flower fairy ones.

Though such matters were for a later time, for where they now where, there were still various conditions which had to be met. Would the key to end the war be lost or simply insufficient, it would be pointless to fight the lich. It wasn't that he doubted in his own ability to do battle, but in the past many had fought the lich king and died trying to stop him. To simply face the lich face to face was not a wise action, if at all it had to be done on his terms. The winter fairy, Zephyrin began to point out to the sky about something in the distance, and Elthrael had already caught whiff of the scent. Fire. Something was burning in the distance. A forest fire? A campfire? It could be many things. Yet to not inspect it would be folly, yet diving in too deep would be even more so.

"Indeed... we are not alone. Do excuse me... I have a key to find. Catch you folks later~." Elthrael made a half-efforted bowing motion in the air, before he darted away quickly through the air in the direction of the scent, making sure to also keep an eye over his shoulder in case someone would follow or attack him. To animals, the scent of fire could be caught from far away, his own senses were impressive aswell. As he began to get closer he caught whiff of another familiar smell which caused his eyes to narrow slightly.

'It better not be...'