Dezuel

Avalia

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

The port, during the night.

The moth had allowed the winds to carry him into the air, away from the park, away from the demi-bat and into more housed areas of the port. He slowly descended and landed on a roof which was overlooking one of the many streets within the port. Not long after he had landed he heard a horn, someone was rallying the militia or arranging a meeting? To him it could be many things, a warning call or perhaps even a trap. Yet to not inspect it from afar would be folly. It was then he saw a blonde elf make his way out of what seemed to be the local centre of healing, making his way towards the direction of the sound.

'Well aren't you fancy in your attire... too fancy for a port such as this no doubt.' The fairy thought as a smirk crawled up unto his lips and he jumped off the roof and landed softly on the ground below, as if he had indeed been about as light as a feather, his wings opening briefly to dampen the fall. The moth winged fairy then began to walk calmly forwards, travelling on ground this time. The healers and patients within the healing centre may have noticed a dark shape slide past the windows, a pair of golden orbs staring into the centre itself before the dark shape continued along it's way. Further into the direction of where the elf had gone were some white creature with a long tail, some other person had moments before left something by her. Elthrael kept the same pace, calmly observing his surroundings and approaching the creature. An apple. It had been given half an apple.

'My my, what have we here? What manner of being is this?' His eyes scanned over Myra, she seemed unlike anything he had ever seen before, were she a vagrant or someone's pet? Is that why the other person fed her half an apple?

'Pity is it? Not to one such as I.' He made a soft exhale, reaching out with one of his hands and creating a small vine quickly, which shot out right towards the apple. Soon he allowed his magic to channel through the vine and make the apple grow into a complete one. The vine soon detached from the apple after his work was done and he gave the strange looking creature a slight smile.

"Who or what manner of thing are you?" The dark winged fairy asked, allowing one of his hands to rest at his waist as his golden eyes searched for Myra's gaze. "You are... beautiful." He said in a softer tone, his lips forming a smile with his cornerteeth still visible. "Something you are looking for? Perhaps I can help you..."

Mentions: @13org

Avalia

Terneus Andros

River Fairy Kingdom-> To infinity and beyond

Mentions:@Tae, @Funnyguy, @Potter and @princess

The governor had allowed one of his most noble eyebrows to lift in a reaction to hearing the odd looking fairy speak his name in a dramatic fashion. It was appealing to him that someone found excitement in hearing his refined and beautiful name, but also provided the appropriate title. Even if it came from a creature of obvious lesser standing than himself.

"Mmm.. yes.." He allowed himself a self-appreciative thought, perhaps more than one. But the fairy did speak the truth, he was indeed the finest and most handsome of all the elven lords. Come to think of it, there were not many elven lords remaining. He had made sure to eliminate the opposition shortly after the lich seized the throne. But he couldn't remember all of them, for it was true hardships that he had to go through removing those which could have posed a threat to his position of power and wealth. If Aklenroth couldn't be removed from the throne, then the best course of action was to make the most out of it. Taking things from those which didn't deserve their things.

"I appreciate the hospitality, if all places were as welcoming to one of my stature perhaps this world would be a far brighter place." He mused in an even more self-appreciative tone, as if indeed he was eating the most delicious of meals, or had the finest wine to drink. But then the fairy before him had called himself a king? A great king even? Helio? Oh right. He remembered what Halma said moments before, this was a remnant of that foolish fairy kingdom. Perhaps the fairy had taken too many blows to the head that he was living in the past? But it was far below the noble governor to further look down on creatures with obvious mental challenges. After all, everyone couldn't be on par with his brilliance and charm to boot. He felt a rush of further pleasure the more he thought about his mercy in not outright putting the creature out of it's miserable existance right there. And why was there a bird person present? Perhaps it was a pet? And a demon? Likely one of the king's messenger boys.

"I am a very busy man, but I assure you I am full of vigor despite my refined age, I shall have to make graceful haste elsewhere. You have the appreciation of an elven lord, Hedio Mirina." He addressed Helio before setting his eyes on Azriel which seemed to have the audacity to address his magnificence and with a revolting grin on her face. There also seemed to had been some other beast inside of a nearby cage, but what creatures others kept as pets were none of his concern.

"I am fully certain that you would indeed be happy to offer up your primal beastly services for one of my standing, much like these horses that pull my carriage, overgrown pigeon. But I have the carriage to take with me and three servants, and you do not seem capable of carrying all of that. I mean look at you, it's a wonder you can even carry your own weight." The governor stroked the ruffles of his shirt with one of his hands as gracefully as he could while condescendingly looking over the demi-human, before setting his sights on Umber.

"You there... thrall. You will report back to the king immediately that I require emergency powers to suppress this rebellion buisness right away. Tell his majesty that I highly recommend appying a purging process to Roshmi. They are little more than beasts, if they have gone rabid it's merciful for beings such as I, of greater worth and wisdom to put them out of their miserable existance. Take it from someone whose done his fair share of making the world a better place. Mm. Just look at the smaller villages, they are now pure of any... beastly creatures. Years of hard work given fruit." The elf allowed some more prideful thoughts to reach his mind, his mind was indeed his. Full of himself, by himself and for himself. What else could possibly contend with his magnificence?

"But I have dallied long enough here, I shall have to bid my farewell for now. Do no worry, you shall likely gaze upon my gracious visage again very soon. Try to keep things tidy here for his majesty, Hevio Miania." The elven governor gave a noble nod in Helio's direction, before continuing along his way with his carriage and servants shortly behind him.

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Galdin Frayheart

Mentions: Xing @PandaBrady

"Pleased to meet you, young miss Xing. Do forgive me for not realizing you came from a line of combatants. I would have thought I had plenty of experience in being able to tell who are capable fighters and who are not." He said in a sort of self-reflective manner, as if he spoke to himself rather than Xing.

"I suppose I do have plenty more things to learn about this world of ours. Despite my many years. 20 to be in fact." He added and looked Xing over yet another time, scanning her body over this time and disregarding the outfit that was certainly foreign to him. He hadn't been able to see her capabilities as an unarmed combatant before, was it because of the cake having distracted him? The area being new? The sounds of people all around? He discreetly enhanced his vision to focus in on her.

'My first impression was wrong? This just won't do. She clearly knows how to defend herself, you don't get a shape like that from nowhere. With enough physical exercise you can achieve great heights, even higher if you got a strong will. Perhaps I should test her martial prowess later...' The noble pondered on the young martial artist before him, having realized that she was most certainly what she claimed to be. Yet despite that, it was her personality and reactions that was the hardest thing to deal with. He tried to hide his smile for as long as he could, but ultimately had to put one of his hands in front of his own mouth discreetly to halt his snicker as he thought of the the young woman's defense from his accusation that she were a kid.

"My appologies, I just thought you seemed very youthful that's all, not that you were lacking in anything. Ahh but marriage and a fiancée?" He repeated the words, making sure that he indeed heard the words correctly. Despite his ability to adjust the levels of his hearing, he couldn't be a hundred percent certain, with all the chatter around the pair. Also it appeared to him that Xing was embarassed about something, as she had blushed and crossed her arms. Clearly there was something which was making her abit uneasy. After a brief moment of consideration he addressed the issue directly. After all, a full frontal attack was often the best option to deal with many issues. Right?

"Do not appologize, it's allright to be abit immature if you are youthful and enamored. And I remind you of your fiancée? Physically? Is that why your face grew abit red just now?" The young noble asked as if it had been just about any other question that one would ask, there was no use walking around the subject. It would likely also save them both valuable time to not complicate matters further. He swung his hair briefly in the wind, and twirled a lock of his hair. "Not in the weird way huh? What weird way? Do you mean to say that you have fallen for me, little lady?" He tapped his own chin in a ponderous manner as he said the line aloud, a slight smile forming on his lips which showed clear amusement.

"A similar air..." Galdin soon after said, wondering what that could imply to. Was it the way he carried himself? His way of attire? His mannerism? His face? Had he some lost relative around resembling him?

"Come then. Introduce me to this fiancée of yours, provided he isn't out-of-town so to speak? In which case, I shall keep you company for a walk if you so wish. You are an adult righ? So I am certain you can make up your mind about such things. Unless my resemblence to your fiancée is too much for you?" The young noble rose up from his seating and offered out his right arm to Xing, in case she wanted to hold unto it. Wasn't that how nobles took walks anyways? It certainly looked far more refined than simply walking side by side. It was also unbecoming of him to leave a conversation partner without offering them a chance to join him.

Avalia

Carneylus Creznek VS Elthrael Vol'Kerno

The plea from the demi-human child had reached Carneylus ears, for a moment he felt hesitation, it was wrong to fight in front of children. But at the same time it was wrong to leave bullies to continue on their way. Justice demanded that this mothwinged fairy would have to be taught a lesson. The pixie whilst certainly not impressive in physical strength did not deserve to be poorly treated by anyone, for she had caused them no harm. Or so he thought. It didn't take him long before he spread out his batlike wings and gave two big flaps from the ground, hurling himself into the air with his saber in hand, flying upwards towards the fairy slightly located above him. "Justice is on my side!" He swung the blade through the air smoothly, not as fast as the fairy but more forcefully and with such precision, as if he knew exactly where the fairy would be the moment he got close.

Elthrael grinned on seeing his nightly adversary take flight to greet him. 'Such audacity. Allow me to teach you what makes us different...' He thought before opening his mouth to retort to the man. "Hah! Do you even know the meaning of the word?!" The moth fairy mocked as he air-dashed out of the path for the sword, which seemed to almost cut the very air itself with it's force. That and a chunk of his white hair that was trailing slightly behind him. The fairy made an attack of his own, as he flew straight past him, aiming to stab the bat-man with his jian sword. The blade met flesh. The scent of blood filled the air. The bat-man had been struck. First blood had been drawn. Carneylus eyes narrowed and his teeth were gritting, as his free hand had found itself grabbing hold of the sharp edge of the jian sword, keeping it firmly in place from piercing his chest.

"Rarghh!" He exclaimed in pain and in a display of force as he lifted his saber and made a cutting motion towards the fairy's swordhand, aiming for his wrist. "Hnnf!" Elthrael quickly allowed his hand to slip from his swordgrip as he propelled himself backwards out of reach for Carneylus sword, his moth wings quickly fluttering.

Their eyes met again, one dark as the very night, the other blazing like the sun. Carneylus then threw the fairy's sword back towards him, as if he was tossing any other object. There was after all no honor in striking an opponent who was unarmed while he was himself.

"You abandon your sword so easily when it is your lifeline." Carneylus said as a matter of fact, with some hint of surprise and disappointment.

"A man who relies on a single fang, will eventually break it one day." Elthrael said with a slight grin, as he moved his left hand behind his owm back as good as he could with his wings fluttering.

The bat-man frowned at the comparison of a sword with a fang. He had fangs of his own, but this fairy seemed to regard his own weapon as nothing more than a toy of some kind. It angered him. He didn't take fighting seriously? Was he toying with him? This man was looking down not only on that pixie... but him aswell? Elthrael could hear his mentor's words in his head the moment Carneylus had tossed the sword. 'Don't lower your guard!' A line he had heard plenty of, a line he remembered well. Yet his opponent showed no sign of pressing an attack upon launching the sword. The moth fairy grabbed his sword as it flew through the air, making a slight swing in the air with it to rid it of the bat-blood still covering it.

"Now we continue... try to hold on better next time! I don't want to beat a fairy without a weapon!" Carneylus made a few flaps into the air with his wings to hurl himself towards Elthrael again. The darkwinged fairy remained put this time around waiting for Carneylus to get closer, the much larger wings of the batman almost seeming to envelop him in it's shadow, provided by the very moon itself which shone down upon them.

'What is he playing at? Does he want me to strike him down? Fight me!' Carneylus lamented in his mind as he realized the moth fairy had not made any show of movement in his pose or swordstance. But then he saw it, the moth fairy was moving it's left hand from it's back. Had he retrieved an item of some kind? Carneylus blinked as he saw some form of plantlike thing enveloping the fairy's other wrist, it was bright green and almost seemed to glow abit in the dark. As if it was filled with some illuminating liquid. A shot of bright green liquid shot out from the plant and towards Carneylus who stopped midair to raise his sword, causing some of the liquid being shot to avoid hitting him, but the remainder of it splashing him across the face.

"Ahh! Coward!" Carneylus yelled out, covering himself momentarily with his leathery wings as painful stinging began to spread across his face, he brought up his bleeding hand to attempt to wipe it away from his face as good as he could while bracing himself for the fairy's next move.

"Coward? Not at all! This is how a true warrior do battle! With all his fangs at his disposal! Your sense of some kind of honor is making you weak." Elthrael smirked as he remained afloat from where he were, allowing the plantlike thing to fall off his wrist. Carneylus left eye was stinging and the entire left side of his face seemed to be sharing in it's pain, he however resumed to flap his leathery wings, gritting his teeth at his opponent which was openly mocking him and calling him weak.

"You think I am weak? Is that it?!" He called out to the moth, but he needed no further words from the fairy. It was clear as day to him, the fairy thought he was weak. Not because of his swordplay but because of how he were as a person. A man of honor, a man of justice and a man of virtues. Memories came back to him, as if they were all swarming on him like a swarm of bees. How all the elves had treated him and those like him in his old village, how people like them always looked down on others. This fairy was no different from them, he would pick on the weak because he was strong. For a moment Carneylus felt his face go grim. No more playing games. His eyes began to flare up in a slight hue of red and he opened his mouth, showing his elongated teeth as he began to lose himself. Rage. Unbridled suppressed rage. It burst.

It was with a roar that the demi-human spread his wings wide and his entire body seemed to tense up and grow more veiny, his gaze filled ywith bloodlust as he focused in on the fairy ahead of him. Elthrael tilted his head slightly to the side on seeing the spectacle before him, was this some form of transforming demi-human hybrid? No. This man was holding back before. Upon realizing this the fairy quickly raised his left hand and quickly created large vines which shot out towards the bat-man, gradually slithering over his body, but the large leathery wings remained unhindered. Then came a roar and the bat-man tore himself free from the vines with sheer strength, even reaching out to grab the main vine in order to try pull the fairy closer. But the moth fairy would have none of it, he let go swiftly before dashing through the air. The much larger bat-man chasing him through the air, they dove downwards towards a park.

"Have you gone bat-shit insane on me?!" Elthrael yelled mockingly back to the man chasing him through the air.

"I am not weak! I will be strong for those I must protect! Raaaagghhhh!" Carneylus swung his saber with sheer force towards the fairy, which had landed on a wooden pillar, one of the many within the park, keeping the lanterns hanging by them.

'Berserk!' Elthrael's voice echoed in his own head, he had seen these kinds before. But he had only seen them in feral beasts and orcs before. The fairy pressed his feet against the wooden pillar he had landed upon, and hurled himself through the air with a backflip. Carneylus saber cut into the wooden post, severing it by the sheer force itself cauring the top of it to fall down. His blade was a tough one to be able to do such a thing, but the demi-human would have immense strength to do such a feat. Carneylus eyes darted quickly after his opponent which had yet again evaded his blade, he felt how his emotions were overpowering him, only the stinging in his face and hand was feeling real.

It didn't take long for the fairy to land on the ground, and when he did he landed he quickly knelt down to place his hands at the ground itself. The demi-human was not far behind, he dove down with an overhand swing of his blade, as a storm of thorny vines shot out from the ground below to envelop his body, yet his blade still managed to slice them through moments after, forcing the fairy to roll to the side to avoid becoming split in twain.

"Rabid hound! A man whose wielded by his weapon is no warrior at all!" Elthrael taunted as he felt a strong gust of wind blowing towards him, causing his footing to loosen, his hair began blowing backwards and his coat flickering in the strong wind. The large batlike wings was flapping with such muscular force that it was difficult for the fairy to remain grounded, and thus he allowed himself to simply fly up into the air by the current.

"By the elder elves! A fight!" A man in the park yelled out in surprise and worry, soon followed another voice of a woman exclaiming her fears. Elthrael payed them no mind, they were beholders nothing more. People who watched, unlike people like himself who were people of action. But it was these voices that brought the demi-human out of his rage and he blinked quickly, looking at his own hands and how they were trembling, he could feel his own power and the adrenaline pumping through him from the fighting. But also from his slight injuries.

"I.." He started, throwing glances to the people around which gazed upon him as if he were a monster. These were people he was supposed to protect, to look after to take care of. Innocent bystanders which had now been drawn into his quest for justice. He could feel his body suddenly losing it's strength, he felt weaker and weaker. Even weaker than he were before. What had caused it? Had he pushed himself too far? Not a chance... he hadn't fought that long? Or had he?

"My my, it seems that you are not in the best judgement... bat-man." Elthrael said in an amused manner, but slightly panting from his very urgent descent out of harms way, which would be more ascent up into the air.

"But then again.. how could you be after I poisoned you." He chuckled softly, sheathing his blade midair. Still aware however that at any moment, the man below could potentially leap up towards him again.

"Ughm... Don't underestimate people you know nothing about! Everything only has one life and that's why no life is worth more than the other! So treat others with respect even if they are your enemies!" Carneylus yelled out towards the fairy above which gazed down on him as if he was standing at the gates of the gods themselves. The fairy's eyes scanned the man below, this man had proven to be stronger than he first appeared to be. Yet what was it that drove him to withhold such anger? He didn't know.. But there was respect now. Not for his way of fighting, but for his belief.

"You've made your point, as I believe I have made mine. Yet you ought to embrace your nature, not flee from it....You are the coward here! Hah..hah..hah.." The moth fairy placed a hand at his waist, hovering in the air as he did. Slowly distancing himself from the other man.

"My nature...?" It was true, he was indeed suppressing his anger, his rage, his sorrow... he was suppressing it all, but it was because of being able to do so that he had been able to focus and let those things be at the side. To not hinder him in his quest for strength. Were he wrong? It was a matter which he felt he would have to ask Valaeon, for he most surely were the opposite of him. Or so he thought. The two nightly combatants threw some last glances at each other before they parted ways, with some form of new understanding for the other side. Yet the night was yet young.

Avalia

Terneus Andros

River fairy kingdom.

The path to the river kingdom of the fairies had been relatively peaceful for the governor, which had now gotten some time to rest and recuperate in his remaining carriage. The two knights were sitting at the front of the carriage while he was sitting inside speaking to his aide, Halma. His aide had suffered during most of the travel, answering all manner of questions that the silverhaired mage had for him. Most which more or less involved himself and his belongings. He also learnt that Kenia had indeed not delivered the 'elf beastman' to his doorstep, so it was most likely that he was indeed the one he saw in that forest. Had the feral creature killed Kenia and broken loose while under transporting to his land?

Not that it mattered anymore, since he had lost his castle. His bastion of light. His mighty tower. How many years had he gazed out of those windows looking down at those below, it had made him feel as if he indeed was a god. How dared those ungrateful commoners dare raise a hand against his right and just authority. One of the things the carriage passed by was a village which had been... put through some grotesque treatment that made the carriage come to a halt.

"Oof! You idiots don't stop the carriage that rough, I was looking at myself!" The governor snarled as he had hit his face in his handheld mirror from the impact. One of his knights knocked on the hatch before opening it. "M-my lord... this village has been... you better look at this my lord." The knight stuttered slightly.

"Look at what?!" He cussed and peeked out of the window at a village which had been seemingly ravaged by something dire, with dark elves and fairies piling bodies together. "Am I supposed to care? Some peasants and witless dark elves cleaning up some mess. They likely made it themselves! Now continue along the way, I have wasted enough time looking at this distasteful scenery." He pouted slightly and motioned for the knight to continue and close the hatch.

Some time later...

"My lord, we are approaching the gates!" A knight opened the hatch at the front of the carriage to deliver the message to Terneus.

"You shall knock before opening the hatch, you unfit dimwit!" Terneus raised his voice in a reprimanding manner to the audacity of his knight, which had dared to interupt his thoughts about himself.

"Stop the carriage, I shall educate the imbeciles at the gate." He waved dismissively to the knight and adjusted the collar of his shirt, rising up from his seat once the carriage stopped to let the passengers off. His spare carriage lacked a proper red carpet to go along with the wooden stairs. There was some mud along the pathway. The governor frowned and wrinkled his nose, looking over to Halma for a moment. It didn't take long before his aide found himself pushed out of the carriage and falling into the mud below, and the regal looking governor would follow shortly after using Halma as a makeshift mat. To get dirty again was highly unappealing and highly inappropriate for one of his standing, his aide was meant to aid him after all. And he had much things to pay back for.

"Attention you of lesser birth, I, Lord Terneus Andros, governor of the light elves demand passage through the lands of the king." Terneus motioned and held out an arm towards the dark elves stationed at the gates, while there were several fairies looking him over and hushing their children and elders. There were also some demi-human refugees from Roshmi making camp outside which had given him glares.

'These insignificant mongrelbreeds, they do not know how lucky they are to even gaze upon my radiance. But at least these spineless fairies are whispering, they know their place for certain. Enlighten your offspring bug-folks, tell them of the day that the fairest of all elves graced them with his presence.' The elf mused in his own mind as the dark elves seemed to look him over and then inspect the papers provided by his knights. How much he wished that he could wipe out all of those dirty dark elves, but alas with the situation of the world it was not safe. Just how many more years would he have to tolerate their simply unbearable nature and arrogance? Thank the elder gods that he was a high ranking official of the lich king.

"All seems to be in order... you may pass." One dark elf almost seemed to snarl out, as if the mere sight of the governor was fueling his hatred and spite anew.

"Ofcourse it is. Now stop wasting my time, I have places to be and people to reprimand for their failure to suppress this ridicolous rebellion." He said in a non-chalant manner, waving his hand dismissively. While his words were indeed a lie, he had no wish to speak truth to some dark elf of his real intention to grab more power for himself during the conflict. If Aklenroth would somehow be removed he would be possible to force the weak into making him a regional ruler. Maybe even a king? The elf licked his own lips as the thought crossed his mind, but there was some annoyance in being king. Such as hearing pleas of people that didn't matter, or to work extra hard. That was tiresome. A puppet on a throne would be better, as long as everyone knew -he- was the one in charge. Maybe he could put some disabled idiot on the throne? Maybe that feral beast-elf could do? Terneus began to walk as soon as he was able, the knights taking care of his carriage as it entered the river fairy kingdom, while he walked in front of it alongside Halma.

"This is terrible..." Terneus said after awhile, looking around at the various buildings and people looking at their treading into the kingdom.

"I know, I feel really bad for all these poor people... what manner of monster would do such a thing like what happened at that village?" Halma said in a ponderous tone, his face growing whiter by the minute, despite being covered halfways in dried mud.

"Not that you, acorn brain! I seem to have gotten a mudstain on my coat and what is that smell?" Terneus wrinkled his nose in disgust as he walked past the fearful looking citizens, some of them just peeking out of their homes or from behind their stands.

'These people could carry all manner of sicknesses. This is like treading into some kind of sewer. Ugh. Who would do such willingly?' The ever so thoughtful and caring governor thought while fetching a silk napkin from his pocket to use as a temporary mask to reduce the horrible scent in the air. "Are they roasting some beastfolks? This reeks worse than mournwine or those filthy hounds that Dreadclaw fool had with him." He grimaced as they approached the market and shops district, when they came upon an odd scene.

There was an odd looking fairy sitting on a throne in the middle of the shopping square, all around there were groteque twisted things. Were those arms? Dead fairies? Dying fairies? The governor couldn't quite make out what terrible sense of art it were, just that the smell was overpowering his noble nose and making him feel sick. There were many onlookers, and they certainly made note of his arrival. Halma and his two knights seemed to become near panic stricken at the sights unfolding in front of them, but they followed Terneus nontheless forwards. The fairy on the throne were also keeping a few other individuals nearby.

Terneus icy eyes scanned Umber, Azriel and Artemis over. He snorted in an arrogant manner, what manner of gathering was this? Some carneval of the grim and gruesome? Of the wicked and wretched? Of the ugly and poor? And then it happened, some gathering of fairies began to cluster around him and pulling at his clothes and pleading.

"Please help us! They've gone mad!" A fairy man said in a hushed but fearful manner, his eyes widened in sheer terror. He was soon flanked by a female fairy crying. "They killed my husband, please you got to help us." She pleaded and pulled at his coat.

"Stop touching me! Whose gone mad? Whose in charge here?" He demanded as he shook the fairy man roughly by the shirt.

"H-helio M-m-m-millinia..." the man stuttered as his face was overcome with fear and sweat and he fell to his knees as soon as Terneus let go of him.

"Millinia? That name sounds familiar.. where have I heard this before? Halma?" Terneus raised an eyebrow aloft and looked at his terrified aide who seemed as if he had seen a ghost. "M-my lord Andros... this is.. I.. Risa Millinia is the one leading the rebellion and also a remnant of the old fairy royal family. This... is her brother? But.. he died? Oh by the graces what has happened to this place..." The elf's words crumbled into mere mumblings as he seemed to realize what all the bizarre 'art' really were.

"Ahh! Yes, I knew I knew that name. It is of less importance than my own but it does cast some light on this situation." Terneus began to stroke the ruffles on his shirt thoughtfully, while still holding his napkin with the other, the crowd of fairies still looking at him.

"Terneus Andros?" One fairy said in a questioning manner, and soon after there seemed to be a domino effect of whispering amidst them, and then there was some rising in voices.

"Lord Terneus! Please help us! We can pay you for helping us! He killed my daughter!" An old fairy man spoke out, followed by another which chimed in a similar voice. "I give you all I have if you stop this madness!".

"Help you? Do you people really think that I am- Pay me? All you have?" The elf raised an eyebrow in sheer surprise, but also in the same moment an idea was born in his head. As if it had indeed been his idea all along. It was truly a blessing that he was so gifted, not only in looks but in intelligence too. The governor took a few moments to adjust his coat, and assumed a pose as if he was the subject of a master artist. Like a sculptor or a grand painter looking him over.

"I, Lord Terneus Andros, have heard your pleas of aid and shall do my noble duty. If you have the amas so that I may feed the poor orphaned children of the elven orphanage in turn. Your donation shall be most welcome." Terneus said in a calmer voice than usual, his face depicting a shimmering smile as he unhooked the cloaks of his knights and ordered them to hold the cloaks as if they were sacks ready to carry things of wealth. Soon after he beckoned the fairies forth.

"We must all help each other in these troubling times..." He said as if he was eating on the most tasteful piece of meat ever eaten, as if there had been butter sliding all over his words. Halma merely looked on in a mix of shock and disbelief. Soon enough there was plenty of jingling sounds coming from the two makeshift sacks and the Governor waved to the fairies in as if he were a british queen, and they were the unsuspecting crowd being duped. "Rest assured, I shall spring into action right away, in the meantime please stay indoors." He said as he bit his teeth together shortly after to conceal his cruel urge to chuckle at their hopes.

'These idiots deserve all that is coming their way, and I deserve this for being so much more clever... mmmmm...' He loved hearing his own voice in his head, it was like soft silk licking his very soul. The four elves and their carriage continued towards the area where the throne were located, after the knights had put in the makeshift sacks of fortunes into the carriage itself.

"Who is in charge here? Are you Herio Milpenia? I, Lord Terneus Andros, governor and servant of the king, demands to know what is going on here. I require some methods of long distance travel and what is that terrible smell?" He felt it more strongly now, the reek of... death? As he addressed Helio and those present near him. Grimacing at the wingless fairy.

'And I thought they were disgusting with their wings on...'

Avalia

Carneylus Creznek and ???

Day 2 afternoon-> night. The port. Near the park.

There was a sense of admiration for the dragon-kin, Valaeon. Few had the immense strength and durability that he held, and fewer still were having a good heart to go with it. The last day's dinner with Valaeon and the bovine-demihuman Minothea had been a refreshing time, where Carneylus felt like he could momentarily put his thoughts away. Thoughts of combat, thoughts of what would soon be on their doorsteps and what would have to be done. Was he ready for it?

For a large majority of his life, he had honed his skills to the best of his ability, learning from others but adapting it to his own style of fighting. But no matter how much training there were things in Avalia which were deemed impossible to fight against. The lich and his dragon were two of these things. Yet it was these two things which needed to fall in order for Avalia to be rescued. There were often thoughts wandering in the demi-humans mind, on just how many lives would be lost in this rebellion of the fairy princess. Were they truly unavoidable? Like rain falling down, you could not dodge all the raindrops. Or could you? It was questions such as these that always pried their way into his mind.

Of what could have been if he had been stronger, if he had been faster or wiser. Was there even a use to dwell on the past, when it was unchangable? For him it was something he couldn't avoid, it was after all what had made him into who he was this day. But who was he really? As he sat in the seaside park, duking out with his thoughts and remembering nightmares of the past. The hours seemed to fly him by, pondering on how he and Valaeon would be able to identify rebels from Aklenroth's minions.

Ultimately he found himself without a plan, they couldn't just openly gather them up without drawing attention and risks to the port and everyone in it. The winged man felt that he needed some more time to ponder, and taking a flight through the late evening sky was relaxing. He stood up from the finely made wooden pillar which he had sat upon, spreading his batlike wings out wide before flapping up into the air. Feeling the soothing wind clashing against his form as he dove through the sky was so liberating, he couldn't imagine a life without wings. Yet so many people didn't have wings, and they made do nontheless. He suspected that they wouldn't mourn something they never had to begin with.

While Carneylus was able to fly, there were others far better at it than him that was for certain. Yet it was from the sky, overlooking the port that his eyes noticed something on a nearby roof some humanoid stood. A stargazer? The bat-winged man decided to swoop down and land a distance away on the same roof the figure stood upon. The figure itself was winged, but not of the same variety as himself. As the figure turned around to gaze at him, even before he had properly landed he was met with a golden eyed gaze. The figure stood there with one arm by it's waist, dressed in a lightblue coat. His white long hair blowing slightly in the gentle wind, perched upon his shoulder sat a smaller figure which could easily be recognized as a pixie. But this person was something else. A fairy?

"Pardon the intrusion, I couldn't help but notice you from up above. Anything the matter or are you just enjoying the night air?" Carneylus began to address the two figures as he folded his wings, offering a courteus bow akin to how a butler would greet his employer. His dark ponytail blowing slightly in the wind and his red coat flickering in the wind, his dark eyes scanning the odd pair in front of him.

"How very perceptive, you have good eyes, bat-man. Yet I hear having good ears be far better. Oh nothing is the matter, yet at the same time... everything matters doesn't it? The night air brings out all manner of creatures of the night." The goldeneyed man said in a soft voice as a smirk crawled up on his lips.

"I am not following. There is no need for speaking in riddles. Please speak plainly." Carneylus explained before he noticed another presence, coming up to the roof of the building they stood on was none other than the young bovine girl, Minothea.

"Dingbat! What are you doing up on this roof? Whose that? I knew you were up to no good again!" Minothea spoke in a hushed manner almost to herself, as she was cloaking herself in a small black cloak and hood, coupled with a lantern she carried by her belt.

"Minothea, that is my line. What are you doing up on a roof in the middle of the night? You don't live here." The batwinged man threw a judging glance at the young girl, who replied by quickly looking elsewhere. "That's not important! Not your buisness creep." She chirped and then pointed to the mothwinged fairy in front of Carneylus. "What is that thing? A demon? Is that a pixie?" The bovine girl pointed with her right hand index finger to the goldeneyed man and the pixie on his shoulder.

"Little girl, it is past your bedtime for fairytales..." The fairy chuckled softly towards the small bovine girl

"Grr! I am not little!!" Minothea was preparing to leap out towards the fairy but was grabbed by the back of her collar by Carneylus. "Let go of me, I am going to run him over!" Minothea barked and her eyes flared up towards the fairy. But as she did the lantern by her belt loosened and began to trail down the roof, the light fading from it. The fairy looking man got airborne for a brief moment, but quickly fetched it before it slipped off the roof, by hurling it up into the air using his own boot, snatching the handle with his left hand.

"Temper temper..." He said in an amused manner and floated back to his former position as the bovine girl seemed to calm down. "Oh thanks... I guess." She said with a pouty face on seeing the fairy saving her lantern. "See? You can be nice! Good work! Almost pixie perfect!" The pixie cheered from the fairy's shoulder.

"Not at all little girl, it is I who shall thank you." He said with a chuckle, as he opened the lid of the lantern after a few moments. His eyes soon after darted to his own shoulder, and his right hand found itself snatching the pixie. It was then the pixie found itself in a new enviroment, in the form of the inside of a lantern, with the lid neatly attached on the top.

"H-hey! Let me out! Come on!" The muffled sounds of the pixie could be heard from within the partly glass container, it's fists slamming on the glass to no avail and with aq pouty facial expression.

"I knew that guy was a jerk! Let me down Carney! I am going to pound him into a pulp!" Minothea's nostrils flared and her eyes seemed to flare up, her tail wagging impatiently and her ears twitching.

"What is the meaning of this? What are you doing to that pixie?" Carneylus asked the fairy as his eyes narrowed, while the fairy placed the lantern down on a chimney.

"I was putting a lid on a little annoyance, is there a problem with that?" The fairy smirked towards the demi-bat, the golden eyes scanning him over.

"If there is something I cannot stand it is when the strong bully those unable to defend themselves." The demi-bat continued, letting Minothea down as she had calmed herself.

"Oh what are you going to do? Cry on me? The strong do what they wish, it is the natural order of things. It has been and shall always be so." The fairy chuckled as he walked away from the chimney, this time sideways across the roof, observing the bat-man.

"I am going to teach you a lesson in empathy. Prepare yourself." Carneylus drew his saber from it's sheathe and pointed it towards the fairy in front of him.

"So you are going to cry on me... well look at that. You are a fool to take on a moth in the dark." The fairy smirked and drew his own blade from it's sheath.

"You are the fool here. Bats catch moths in pitch black." Carneylus answered, his wings flickering briefly as if preparing to be used for flight at any moment.

"Amusing. I thought you hung upside down in your own feces and had gotten it backwards..." The fairy mocked in a beckoning manner using his free hand, as he walked across the roof very gently.

"Your mockery fall on deaf ears!" Carneylus yelled out and moved towards the fairy slowly, readying himself for the initial swinging motion of his blade.

"I hear your ilk have keen hearing! How very sound rumors indeed!" The darkwinged fairy hurled back with an amusing tone in his voice, his blade ready to thrust into the bat-man.

Elthrael had the initial speed and began to thrust his sword towards Carneylus, aiming for his arms, but the bat-man began to slowly change his posture mid-swing and the fairy felt something was seriously wrong and put his wings fully in reverse and getting out of the overhand swing from Carneylus saber as it fell down. But it never struck the roof of the building, the man had such fine control of it that it stopped far before that.

"You are quick!" Carneylus hurled towards his opponent, which replied in his own way. "And you are duller than your blade!" Elthrael taunted, but internally both men were having thoughts of their own.

'This fairy is different... just what is he? He avoided my blade at such remarkable speed, despite that I knew where he was going. I must not let my guard down here for a second.' Carneylus thought as he watched his opponent being airborne now.

'This man is able to see through my strikes? As if he could foresee them. Precognition? No demihuman possesses such things...A demi-bat. Echolocation... He senses my movements...' Elthrael's golden eyes feasted on his nightly opponent.

"Punch him a new jawline Carney!" Minothea yelled from behind the chimney as she pocketed the lantern with the pixie within it. Throwing a few air-jabs while she were at it.

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Mentions: Xing @PandaBrady
Location: Magnolia (Outdoors)

His eyes wandered a second time over Xing's entire form, once she had told him her age.

"17? So you are a child after all, but also a pugilist? So the outfit is a mixture of practicality and tradition. Fair enough." The finely dressed man said in a ponderous manner, while cupping his own chin, his thumb under it and the index finger tapping his lips. He did have some questions, but after hearing her words she seemed to answer most of them. Such as why she had approached him, a chef in need of a critic?

"I wouldn't go as far as calling myself a food critic, but if the food or cake is flawed, one should point out the errors so that the baker can improve. I am not familiar with this Crocus you speak of, come to think of it though. It does sound like the name of a flower." Galdin said calmly towards Xing, before taking a soft breath to continue. "I am not an actor, but I find plays to be amusing at times. I am currently unemployed." The man explained after a slight bit of pondering, I mean it wasn't a lie. He didn't techincally have a work to go to, and being a noble was hardly a way of work. Or so he thought.

"So you are a practical, traditionalistic child chef? What's your name? No, allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Galdin Frayheart, I am a traveller from a distant area." He said, having risen up from his seat to offer a courteus bow in greeting. That he was a traveller and from a distant area wasn't a lie neither, his home was quite a distance away and he was out travelling from his home, his home which he saw as little more than a prison.

Avalia

Baraian Paladice

Party: Kuroi, Ayita, Torvi and Caelan.

Baraian had left Torvi and Ayita the lead in the group, he was after all not the best with people, despite having been the leader of a group. It was more a neccessary thing, than something he wished to do. Belle and Kuroi had come to prove very valuable for the rebellion, the young woman was at least visually trying to lead and spur the flame in the heart of the people. Kuroi had however been seemingly drawn into it not by his free will but out of the same neccessity as Baraian.

Because the removal of Aklenroth from power were in the benefit of all. But the rebel forces were scattered all over Avalia, and without Belle or Risa Millinia the rebellion would surely suffer a major loss in morale. It had been imperative that they would push forwards, even if some of them die along the way. The four rebels had finally found a place to rest in the back of a cart, or was it a wagon? They all seemed the same to the dark elf.

It didn't take him long to slide down and actually fall asleep in a sitting position. There was no use avoiding falling asleep any longer after all. They needed the energy, and was his destiny to be betrayed by his temporary allies or ambushed by some of Aklenroth's guards then he was prepared for that possibility. Death was after all a thing he longed for, not just for himself but for every living creature in the world. The only thing which he was worried about was becoming one of Aklenroth's undead servants, forever bound and unable to escape. The fear was enourmous within him, that such a fate was even possible if the worst of luck would happen.

He had managed to find some shut eye, but there had been someone talking to the group even if they were on-and off dozing off into sleep or perhaps it was just him? He couldn't be bothered to focus on whomever was talking to them. If this man was intending on killing them, then there wouldn't be much Baraian could do about it at this point, he didn't have his dagger with him and he felt drained. His arm was still aching from the encounter with Terneus Andros aswell. While he knew that he was most surely the weakest fighter in the group, that in itself gave him a position he favored. Where he wasn't expected to create miracles. There was something highly dislikable about hope itself, but at the same time it was hope that was driving him forwards.

Hope that someday he could put things into motion to kill everyone in the world. A war unlike any other, created by Aklenroths death and a few well chosen whispers. To pin everyone against each other and then provide information to all sides so that their armies would all suffer as much as possible.

Avalia

Terneus Andros

Oh the way to the River fairy kingdom...

It was a sight of darkness that met the elven governor, was he dead? No there was no way he could be dead. He was to rich to die. Too rich in character, too rich in amas, charm, wit, beauty and so much more. But the thing he could feel the most of was now his body being suppressed by something being on top of him, an odd building. Terneus tried to stand up but he felt the hut itself not moving an inch from where it had fallen on top of him.

He began to pant and cough, how had this building gotten the better of him? Better of him? There was no way he would allow himself to be beaten by an inanimate object. He would be the laughing stock for generations to come, and this was something he could not allow. He felt the anger within him swell until it reached the boiling point as he shot out his light powers from himself, sending the debris on top of him flying in all directions and some of it disintigrating on the spot. Then he was met with light again. He could see. The hut was gone and so were all of his food and drink supplies.

"Ahhh!" He gasped when he looked back at the remnants of the sack with just a scorched big hole in it. Not even the wine had survived.

"Hnn..." He got to his feet, clenching his fists as he did, he felt how he got instantly warmer in his face and one of the stitches that held together his facial would snapped.

"Ack!" He lamented and grabbed unto his face in the swiftest yet gentlest way he could.

"I'll flay that beast and his dark elf friend for this..." He spitted to the earth itself, as if cursing it for having done this to him.

But there was no use to linger in the forest, and thus the governor began the long and tiresome journey through it, scaring away all manner of animals and things in his path. Cutting down trees that simply were in his way rather than going around them. After all, he was an important person. No. The most important person. As the next day dawned he came upon a sight, that he for a moment thought was an illusion. He rubbed his weary eyes and blinked a few times. Further down there was a road, and upon said road a carriage was travelling. Not just any carriage but his second carriage. The first thought crossing his mind was joy, followed by a gasp and anger. Who had dared to take his carriage out for a ride without him? The elven noble made his way down to the road and waved both his arms.

"By order of the dawnlord, hold it right there!" He yelled out as loud as he could and the man holding the reins brought the carriage to a halt. This man was someone he recognized, it was one of his men which had been left behind in his elven home.

"Milord Andros, is that you?!" The finely dressed kknight yelled out as soon as the carriage stopped.

"What does it look like you idiot? What are you doing out here in my carriage?!" The elven governor stormed closer with fierce steps as the carriage doors were opened and two more elves appeared. Another knight and the other was a shorter blonde elf which he knew very well. It was his advisor and local aide, Halma. Who had been left to govern while Terneus had attended the ball and searched Roshmi for humans.

"Terneus! By the elder elves, what has happened to you?!" Halma spoke out and blinked his eyes in sheer surprise as the governor stormed closer and closer, until he found himself having the governor's firm and noble hand grabbing unto his shirt.

"Halma! It is LORD TERNEUS ANDROS! And I ask the questions here! What are you doing out here?! I didn't give you permission to take my carriage! But... I can oversee this minor thing." Terneus allowed himself to regain his composure and brushed off Halma's chest momentarily before adjusting his own dirtied attire.

"I shall board my carriage right now and we are going to return home to regroup. The humans have slipped away... according to my plan." He explained as he moved towards the doorway leading into the carriage, pushing the second knight out of his path.

"My appologies my lord, I didn't think throughly... I was overcome with joy on seeing you. B-but we cannot return to our home... there's been complications." Halma explained ans his entire form seemed to sink in on itself. The ever so patient and understanding noble governor raised his even more noble eyebrow and turned to look over his own shoulder. "Hm? What? Speak up!" He turned quickly and walked up to look at Halma.

"Wait.. who did you leave in charge? There was only three of you... don't tell me you.." Terneus head tilted slightly as he gave his aide a judging look.

"In your absence, there was an uprising back home. They began to execute your... I mean our supporters, using your highnessess guilliotine. Then they came for the tower..." Halma said and gulped slightly, looking more nervous by the second.

"Nevermind the useless fools, I had planned to get rid of them eventually anyways. You cannot trust those slithery second rate nobles anyway, but my tower? What about my tower?! Did they break into it?!" Terneus voice raised and his eyebrows twitched as he waited for his aide to continue.

"M-my lord.. when they came to your door... we... got scared and they would kill us if we didn't... please try to understand... we... opened the doors..." Halma said in a tone that was both filled with shame and fear.

"YOU DID WHAT?! YOU IDIOT! YOU LET THEM ROAM INTO MY HOME AND STEAL MY THINGS?!" Terneus screamed aloud so loud that the knights flinched in reaction to it.

"No my lord, when we opened I deviced a plan to save what we could so.. I took a torch and opened the door and then... I put the tower on fire.. and faked that we were with the rebels... please I had no choice..." Halma held out both his hands in a begging manner and looked at Terneus with pleading eyes. The governor who was a man of great age, wisdom, charisma and knowledge of elven culture took the news well. Another stitch on his face snapped.

"Halmaaaaaaa!" The governor screamed as his noble hands wrapped around the shorter elf's neck and throat, lifting him up and pressing his body up against the side of his carriage, choking him bit by bit.

"You bastard! You put my castle, my home to the torch! How daaaare yooou! All of my amas! All of my collection! My wine! My garments! All gone! I shall kill you for this!" The silverhaired elf began to press more and more against the shorter elf's throat, and Halma was trying to speak and hold on without passing out.

"My lord! Master Halma was able to save some of your garments, food and drinks! It's in the carriage! We were going to find you! It was master Halma's idea!" The knight closest to the carriage door said and tried to easen the situation. Terneus eyes darted to the side and momentarily let go off Halma who fell to the ground. The governor soon after went up to backhand the knight across the face.

"Can't you see I am busy?! But fine! I shall postpone your immediate death for now, Halma, I require you to pay back for your incompetence! And that useless commander Feldrin got himself killed in Roshmi! And it was you who recommended him!" The governor barked out before going into the carriage looking over his supplies and finding an outfit he could make do with.

"A change of plans! We are going to the River fairy kingdom, those disgusting dark elves should still have it under watch and we can catch an amora from there and head north. We shall confiscate supplies from the fairies along the way. We are after all servants of the king it is fully within our right to do so." Terneus explained as he began to undress inside of the carriage and dress up in some new clothes and clean himself with some towels and water.

"My lord... isn't that banditry?" The knight next to the door asked, without looking inside the carriage.

"No you dimwitted beastbrain, all of these lands rightfully belong to the elves. Besides what are the fairies going to do? Stop us? Please." He allowed himself a rare amused chuckle.

"This setback of losing my precious home... and wealth shall be remedied in time. The elven gods have a master plan, and I am in the main role. I shall become richer tenfold no... thousandfold! Hah hah hah!" He allowed himself a cruel laugh as he peeked out from the carriage now dressed fully in a black overcoat with golden details to it. "Well? Get into the carriage, we have work to do. Pull your idiotic self together Halma or I shall snuff you out like a candle!" He barked and soon enough the carriage was on it's way towards the River Kingdom of the fairies.

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Mentions: @PandaBrady
Location: Magnolia (Outdoors)

The second piece of cake found it's way to his mouth in a smooth manner, but it came accompanied by someone approaching on his location.

A common commoner? No. An uncommon commoner. A foreigner of some kind most surely. Of this he was convinced. Was it someone seeking directions? He allowed himself to softly breathe out of his nose, taking his time to taste the piece of cake until finally swallowing it. To multitask was something he had gotten used to, so he adjusted his hearing to it's regular level, causing the initial muffled sounds of the girl which had approached him to become more clear.

"The cakes are of acceptable quality, but are held back by not having better ingredients. And what exactly is Crocus? I am not familiar with it. I however find enjoyment in trying out a few new things, providing ofcourse they are not revolting. Whereof that is enough to label me as a connoisseur, I do not know. As for me being deep in thought, I wouldn't go that far... this is after all just a piece of cake. However I find enjoyment in analyzing it's contents." He said as he placed down the plate with the cake on the armrest and also his cup, before smoothly crossing one leg over the other. His eyes looking Xing over from top to toe, looking over her outfit, her haircut and trying to determine her age.

"Are you here with your parents? A child should not be alone in a place like this." The man held out one of his hands, with the palm facing upwards as if what he just said came as natural for him. "Also what is with that outfit? I've never seen anyone dressed like that before. Some ceremonial outfit?" Galdin said aloud, which sounded more like a verbal thought than a question. He threw a second look over Xing's outfit in the same inspecting manner as he did with the cakes.