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Wreak Havoc in Astaria

Once Marcaunon had declined the offer of a beverage, it had seemed to show an indication of disrespect towards Claudius, stating with irritation that anything that no form of trickery was to be had, and anything he could ask for that was drinkable could be requested without complications. Instead of replying back to him, Marcaunon kept quietly to himself, refusing to say or request politely for anything.

Once everyone had settled in with their beverages had, Claudius rose from his seat as he began speaking of the reason as to why Marcaunon and the other creatures were brought together on such occasion. With the elf paying close attention and his hearing fully focused, Claudius spoke of the various monsters that has been plaguing the sky and descending down onto the land, known to be happening a for only a few years now, yet Claudius mentioned that they will indeed begin to terrorize once more.

As he continued listening, Marcaunon hears that the purpose of their arrival was to band together and help protect and defend the land from anymore incoming evil beings, Claudius stating that with their skills and abilities that together they will work as an alliance to end the terrorization of monsters destroying the populace of many races. Once the man had finished his statement, Marcaunon seemed confused.

The biggest question that was running throughout the elf’s mind was to how did this man know of him? What purpose would he want of him and the others specifically to endure such a task, and is there something in it for them? Questions clouded Marcaunon’s thoughts, yet him being convinced that this would offer something of value to him was the opposite.

“So if I can understand you properly,” began Marcaunon, “You want to link us all together and use our supposed skills to inherit a task that many other beings have been carrying out for quite a while now, correct?”

The elf laughed to himself, thinking that the idea was of nothing more than a ridiculous manner, feeling that there is more than meets the eye with this purpose. Clenching his hands together on the table in front of him, he kept quietly giggling to himself, merely finding the situation humorous yet ridiculous as well.

Wreak Havoc in Astaria

As Marcaunon had stepped out of the portal that had seamlessly taken him to the planned destination, he was immediately presented into what had appeared to be a dining room. Accompanying the room was a long table, presumably for dining, along with chairs pushed under formally for neatness. Odd enough was the light trip from the middle of a forest to a questionable meeting of mystery and strangeness, but Marcaunon handle it best by simply allowing himself to process the situation carefully while staying alert.

As the fox that had greeted him earlier came in after, the portal closing behind, a mannerly voice had greeted the elf.

“Hello kind sir. Please take a seat, we will get this meeting under way.”

Though he had seemed formal and polite, Marcaunon spoke no words as he did what was kindly told of him. Such things as nice gestures weren’t of importance as things still remained a mystery for now, but hopefully soon will the answers be revealed of what brings such an occasion of strangers to meet.

As he promptly found a seat, he witnessed that he was not the only creature to be brought up into this mysterious event. In the room before him was the likes of a devilish looking creature, familiarized with the sights of red skin and horns. Unusual it was for the elf, but the situation started becoming more strange as another elf had made an appearance through a portal, one wing on her back.

One more person had made their way into the dining room, this one being a humanly looking woman of a very timid personality as she made her presence known by simply saying hello in a stuttering tone, taking a seat afterwards. Marcaunon was becoming suspicious as to what the purpose was of brining not only him, but the people that had now surrounded him as well. What is the purpose of all of this?

Stating that there is more beings to arrive, the man that had brought them here made his name known as Claudius Ravenwood. Simply suggesting that everyone was to greet each other and try to know one another, Marcaunon did the opposite and kept to himself. He had no interest in knowing anyone else in the room, nor did he care to hear of what they had to say. Instead, he kept his eye closely on Claudius, wondering as to what his intentions were.

Soon after, a shadowed figure of a man made his way into the room, using what looked to be a bottle of wine as he poured its liquid content into the glass next to Claudius. With superiority, Claudius stated that this figure named Adam would give any sort of food or drink if asked as the dark smoking figure began making his way around the table.

Once he was done with the red skinned creature, the figure made his way towards Marcaunon, awaiting to what request would be made, though the elf wasn’t in need of anything offered to him.

“No, thank you,” spoke the elf with a tone of condescension, “I’d rather keep myself attentive than drown myself in beverages that devolve me to intoxication.”

Declining the offer, Marcaunon rested his elbows onto the table in a position of careful thought, focusing on Claudius carefully.

Wreak Havoc in Astaria

“This weather is intolerable,” stated Marcaunon as he awaited in the forest for his next victim. Mundane best described the current situation as he kept his eyes sharp, keeping out of view from any sign of life that would soon make way, yet was becoming difficult both ways as rainwater was pouring at a constant mass. Though minutes turned into hours, the elf stayed positioned but was growing weary from no activity passing by.

His mind had wandered onto what his next move would be if nothing would come up as opportunity. Maybe a walk into the next town or village could promise more for better findings, or so he thought. His luck was fortuned more into using what abilities he used best, not merely resulting into a measly action of becoming nothing more than a pickpocket, but at a time like this, it was becoming clear. The more he waited, the more agitated he was becoming, and irritation was not something he could adjust to well.

It wasn’t like he wanted to wait in the woods, but he was more under the assumption that a flow of common folk or a many array of creatures would present themselves passing by. It was showing that just the slightest of bad weather could postpone any sort of activity, and it looked as if nothing more would happen through the remainder of his stay.

Just as Marcaunon was forming out of position, hopping down from the trees of which he was found still and waiting, a sound of crackling limbs was becoming heard, and they were coming close to his surrounding. Considering it was too late to ascend back into the trees and hide, his position was to remain behind the tree to keep hidden away from his apparent target, armed with a dagger just in case the encounter would make a more difficult turn.

Once he heard the steps of whomever this creature was become close enough to him, Marcaunon was ready to take advantage, but for some apparent reason, the sounds had stopped. It was as if it had known Marcaunon was hiding from him/her, and was ready for him to present himself. Though it deemed unusual, the elf wanted to be sure this wasn’t any trap of some sort, considering that he has been wanted in many towns and villages for thievery and hostile situations. Whoever it may be though, he wasn’t going to let it have the chance to take a hold of him.

Now arming the crossbow in hand, Marcaunon wasted little to know time as he stepped out from his hiding position with haste and pointed his weapon to whomever stood in front of him, yet to his surprise, the apparent foe deemed to be of a much smaller and unlikely circumstance.

“A fox?” questioned Marcaunon, surprised to see a small, gentle but dark creature present itself in front of him. For what purpose he was certainly unsure of, but he also sighted what looked to be a piece of paper being held in its mouth.

As the fox laid the letter in front of him, Marcaunon slowly reached and picked it up to observe what reason a creature would bring something of the likes to him. It deemed harmless, yet it was also a shock to see that his name was presented on the folded paper as well, but the question was why? As curiosity bested him, he opened the paper to find it was a written letter to him.

Reading the letter, it seemed that someone was in need of Marcaunons talents, offering him a job. Reading through to the end of the letter, it had a name signed at the bottom reading Claudius, a name the elf has never heard of.

“I assume you work for this ’Claudius’ fellow,” said Marcaunon to the fox, “And it seems that my abilities are to be deemed useful for him in a certain matter to whatever this apparent job may be. Enticing to say the least, but I only do for myself, not for any other man or creature.”

Dropping the letter onto the ground, Marcaunon was not easily convinced as he turned the other way to walk away from the fox, but he stopped as another surprised had became present to him. Seeing a portal had formed in front of him, it was obvious this was of immediate action, yet Marcaunon still had no interest in taking up the offer.

“Am I suppose to step into this?” said Marcaunon, “I’m taken to assume this will lead me to your master, correct?”

As he turned to speak to the fox, the creature remained still, awaiting for a final decision from the elf if he had one. It had Marcaunon thinking for the moment what could come out of this offer. Maybe this person could give him whatever he wanted. Or even better, he could take whatever he sees that is in possession of this Claudius fellow and keep for himself. It seemed promising, but he would be taking a risk as well.

“Hmm…” quietly spoke the elf as he though to himself, “Fine. I shall see of this man you follow and find out what his purpose is of this. Take me to him.”

As the fox heard Marcaunon’s response, the fox wasted no time and rushed into the portal, Marcaunon sighing heavily as to not knowing what he could have possibly gotten himself into. Once he was ready, he too stepped into the portal.

Wreak Havoc in Astaria

Marcaunon of Ollmesera

Name: Marcaunon of Ollmesera

Age: 451

Race: High Elf

Strengths: Marcaunon is quick on his feet but maintains silence in doing so. His stealthy approach makes of good use to assure that his enemies never catch a glimpse of what’s to come when they cross his path, even from a distance.

His surroundings of nature are used to his advantage, able to hide and blend to almost any natural aspect to his assist. Though he finds nature admirable, his attention span draws less from its beauty and more from it’s purposeful usage to maintain silence and eliminate his foes.

Weakness: Arrogance plays a big role in Marcaunon, preferring only to his views and standards as being of correction, making him a very opinionated individual. He also prefers to work alone a majority of times, able to only fend and look out for himself with no distractions or annoyances to be in his way.

Though he is very fast, he has rarely partaken in hand to hand combat, making him more or less inexperienced in battles face to face. Due to his background as a scout, he has heavily relied on stealth as a use to take down enemies, but has never attempted to fight in the arts of a fair act one on one.

Bio/History: Marcaunon was once a part of the army of Ollmesera, elves who fought with great pride and intellect to gain peace and prosperity throughout the land. Acting as a scout, he was one who always found information and reported back to his men with his discoveries.

As times had grown dark, the numbers of the elvish army were descending. Rather than being one who remains loyal, Marcaunon abandoned what was left of the band of elves and decided to make a turn more beneficial to him. With his skills to rely on, he detoured into becoming more of taker than a giver, utilizing his abilities to become a thief.

As the times had passed, Marcaunon became merely selfish in his actions. He cared less of what would happen to the world and cared only of what would happen with him. He relied on his abilities to gain anything he wanted, and if he wanted it, he would get it no matter what the cost.

Extras: Though his dagger deems useful to deceptive confrontations, his crossbow works as more of a trustworthy ally, allowing him to strike at distance without being seen.

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Wreak Havoc in Astaria

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Wreak Havoc in Astaria

Character

Marcaunon of Ollmesera

Name: Marcaunon of Ollmesera

Age: 451

Race: High Elf

Strengths: Marcaunon is quick on his feet but maintains silence in doing so. His stealthy approach makes of good use to assure that his enemies never catch a glimpse of what’s to come when they cross his path, even from a distance.

His surroundings of nature are used to his advantage, able to hide and blend to almost any natural aspect to his assist. Though he finds nature admirable, his attention span draws less from its beauty and more from it’s purposeful usage to maintain silence and eliminate his foes.

Weakness: Arrogance plays a big role in Marcaunon, preferring only to his views and standards as being of correction, making him a very opinionated individual. He also prefers to work alone a majority of times, able to only fend and look out for himself with no distractions or annoyances to be in his way.

Though he is very fast, he has rarely partaken in hand to hand combat, making him more or less inexperienced in battles face to face. Due to his background as a scout, he has heavily relied on stealth as a use to take down enemies, but has never attempted to fight in the arts of a fair act one on one.

Bio/History: Marcaunon was once a part of the army of Ollmesera, elves who fought with great pride and intellect to gain peace and prosperity throughout the land. Acting as a scout, he was one who always found information and reported back to his men with his discoveries.

As times had grown dark, the numbers of the elvish army were descending. Rather than being one who remains loyal, Marcaunon abandoned what was left of the band of elves and decided to make a turn more beneficial to him. With his skills to rely on, he detoured into becoming more of taker than a giver, utilizing his abilities to become a thief.

As the times had passed, Marcaunon became merely selfish in his actions. He cared less of what would happen to the world and cared only of what would happen with him. He relied on his abilities to gain anything he wanted, and if he wanted it, he would get it no matter what the cost.

Extras: Though his dagger deems useful to deceptive confrontations, his crossbow works as more of a trustworthy ally, allowing his to strike at distance without being seen.

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Defend the world

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The abused [FairyXDivineIntervention93]

“Well…kind of,” said Roland, taking a seat near the kitchen table, “I’m kind of worried.”

“Well Roland, we’re all worried,” said Mr. Noonan, laughing a bit, “I mean we know you care about Avery, and we-”

“Yeah, but..” continued Roland as he interrupted, “It’s just that…well…I have a feeling that he’s going to find her, you know? And that when he does, he’ll try to kill all of us for trying to-”

“Roland” said Mrs. Noonan interrupting Roland this time, “Are you talking about Avery’s father?”

“Yeah,” replied Roland as his face expressed a worrisome look, “I mean, I want to help Avery, but I’m scared also. Her father will probably do anything he can to find her…but I don’t want anyone of us to get killed trying to protect her. It’s just not right.”

As Mrs. Noonan walked over to the sink to clean her hands very quick, she knew that not only was Roland worried of Avery’s safety, but everyone else’s as well.

“We’ll figure something out along the way sweetheart,” said Mrs. Noonan to Roland happily, “If it comes down to it, we’ll have a patrol of troops guarding outside the house, you know like in the movies?”

“Exactly,” said Mr. Noonan laughing a bit harder now, “We’ll be ready for whatever happens Roland. Even if we have to leave town or go into another continent, we will be one step ahead and do everything in our power to keep each other safe. You need not worry ok?”

As they spoke of their plans, it made Roland feel a bit calmer, but the feeling still stood within him. He believed Mr. and Mrs. Noonan, but he wasn’t sure as to what could happen, or if things would be too late. It was boggling him so much that he couldn’t think straight, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to fight it off unless something could be done.

“I’m going to try to rest a bit too I guess,” said Roland as he got up and began walking away from the table.

“You aren’t hungry?” asked Mrs. Noonan, “Dinner will be ready shortly.”

“Will you save a bit for me and Avery?” asked Noonan, “I know she’ll be hungry when she wakes up.”

Mrs. Noonan smile back at him nodding, agreeing to leave leftovers for both him and Avery. Once all was said and done, the only thing Roland wanted to do now was get a couple of hours of sleep.

“Steven,” said Roland, plopping down onto the couch, “Try to keep the noise down ok? By the way, dinner will be ready in a few moments.”

“Really?” said Steven, “Well then I’m going to the kitchen. You can have the living room all you want because I’m starving.”

As Steven rushed out of the main room, Roland made himself more comfortable by laying across the couch, resting his head onto the armrest and closing his eyes. Even though there was still a bit of noise coming from the kitchen, it wasn’t too much to keep him awake as he starting dozing off and eventually falling asleep.

Hours later, Roland had woke up hearing a noise that sounded like footsteps. The rooms were dark due to the lights being out, but it wasn’t going to prevent him as to finding out who was up roaming around. As he got himself up off the couch, he reached up to the ceiling fan and pulled the switch to turn on the lights in the room.

“Someone awake?” questioned Roland, waiting for a reply to find out if anyone was up and near.

The abused [FairyXDivineIntervention93]

Roland looked over to Avery, his eyes wide of concern as he expressed them yet he didn’t want her to be worried of him nor of what he just learned, replying with a lying nod as he began scratching the back of his head.

“Y-yeah. Yeah, I’m ok Avery. Nothing to worry about,” he said, unconvincing as he turned his view back to the tv.

Steven looked over to Roland, knowing that he was lying as he crossed his arms in disbelief of what he was doing. He knew when Roland was lying, and also knew how not good of a liar he was.

As Avery got up and was heading to Roland’s room, now fully prepared for her to rest in as Mr. Noonan left the inside of it, Mrs. Noonan waited before shutting off the lights, wanting to make sure Avery looked comfortable enough to sleep. Once it had seemed confirmed, she shut off the lights.

“Try to rest ok sweetheart?,” said Mrs. Noonan with a comforting tone, “We will be here if you need anything. Don’t be afraid to ask.”

Once all was said, a simple but sweet “Goodnight,” was said from Mrs. Noonan as she closed the bedroom door.

With Mrs. Noonan walking back into the kitchen, the only ones left in the main room was Roland and Steven. Both were still surprised from learning of the escape of Avery’s father, fearing of the events to come.

“I would have told her, ya know,” said Steven to Roland, “She has a right to know.”

“Dude what the hell?” said Roland with a more frustrated tone of anger, “I’m trying not to get her upset, and you’re over there saying I should tell her that her father is coming to find her? What I should just tell her ‘Hey, you’re not going to believe this, but your dad just busted out of prison and is coming to find you right now’ and hope she’ll be ok with it? Seriously.”

As Roland was now more ticked off, he wanted nothing more than to just steer clear of Steven’s stupidity of words. In doing so, he picked himself up from his seat and was making his way into the kitchen.

“It could be worse,” mumbled Steven to himself.

As Roland had entered the kitchen, he sighted both of Steven’s parents keeping busy. Mr. Noonan was reading over some bill papers at the kitchen table, while Mrs. Noonan was preparing dinner. Once she turned to notice Roland’s presence, seeing his face was pure red and distraught, she question him to see what was the matter.

“Roland?” asked Mrs. Noonan, “Are you ok? You look as if you’re going to explode.”

Mr. Noonan raised his attention to notice Roland in the kitchen as well, his face puzzled as to seeing that Roland wasn’t looking too happy on something.

“Steven is just keeping me in a bad mood is all,” answered Roland, popping a question afterwards, “Can we talk for a minute?”

“Yes, of course,” said Mr. Noonan, getting up to pull out a chair for Roland to sit in so that he could sit down and discuss his issue with each other, “Something wrong?”

The abused [FairyXDivineIntervention93]

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