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Time: Late Morning
Location: Castle Gardens
Attire: Alexander and Lianna
Interaction: @Lava Alckon Drake
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A few minutes had passed, allowing the smiling couple to indulge in tea and sweet treats. Alexander had grabbed himself a cucumber sandwich served on a small plate.

“How do you like the tea?”

“We've had better, but otherwise, it's quite good. These biscuits, however, are delicious!”

“I was going to say the same!” Her enthusiasm matched her husband's before she raised her teacup to her lips. To be out and about with Alexander is all Lianna could ever ask for. To her pleasure, he commonly delivered without complaint or denial.

Even with most of his attention on his bride, Alexander never allowed his surroundings to fade into the background. His eyes caught Drake Edwards, son of the resident duke. The young man gave a courteous wave as he passed which was returned with a nod of acknowledgement from Alexander.

“Duke Edwards' son says hello from a distance.” Alexander informed his wife who wore a brief look of displeasure.

“Duke Edwards. The weird one?” She asked in a hushed voice. Alexander chuckled.

“Love, I think you're referring to Duke Vikena.” He couldn't wait to meet the disaster of a man just to get a bit of a laugh in.

“Ugh, that man is quite something but no. Isn't Edwards part of the-”

He is.” Alexander rested his hand on hers to keep her from continuing. “Let's not discuss that in public, love.”


Time: Late Morning
Location: Sorian Beach
Interaction: @princess Charlotte, @Potter Olivia, @Lava Alckon Hafiz Jr.

Lorenzo couldn’t help but sigh. Though it sounded like a neutral exhale, Lorenzo was disappointed that no one volunteered to test the water for him. He refrained from mentioning it again as the two young women shared their exchange of wanting to play a game in the water later. He’d surely know if the water was acceptable by then. His sight being closed off to the world left him with the reprieve to imagine his homeland, making his experience at the beach all the more exquisite.

“Yes, just like home,” He almost purred with a satisfied smile on his face. To forget the previous days this morning was his objective but Sorian always found a way to slink him back to his current reality.

"Well well well, some among you here look rather familiar."

The now familiar foreign accent assaulted his ears. Assailed his peace. One of his eyes slightly opened to the voice so Lorenzo could identify its owner. For Lorenzo, it could be any one of the Alidasht men. Fariz. He thought confidently until the young royal introduced himself to Olivia. Farim, yes. Knowing it was Farim, Lorenzo could put himself at ease, but he couldn’t help but think the rest of his kin might invite themselves to his oasis amongst the sand.

“Greetings Farim, the gorgeous mistress’ name is Olivia, and she is a family friend of the Vikenas, particularly young Devan.” Lorenzo introduced her from what he was told by both Charlotte and Devan the previous day. “And I don’t see any issue with you joining us but please try not to block my sun. A nice tan is the most I ask for this day.” Lorenzo briefly peeked his one eye out once more, confirming Hafiz was alone. The sounds of screaming children filled the air with the duke assuming it was just the typical horseplay amongst the youth. His focus lay on the Alidasht noble who had arrived. “Are any more of you coming?” He tried not to let his feelings bleed into his words but the slight hint of concern still found its way into the inquiry.
Alexander Deacon

Time: Late Morning
Location: Castle Gardens
Attire: Alexander and Lianna
Interaction:
Mention:


“Almost there, my love.” Alexander whispered down to his wife as he carefully pushed her in her wheelchair across the bumpy cobblestone path to the Sorian castle gardens. His wife, Lianna’s face crested with a close-lipped smile as her nose picked up the potent yet delightful scent of her husband’s cologne. Alexander was dressed for the occasion, though he was also attempting to impress the others attending the event. The serenade of music put a smile on his face as he reached the guards and a master of ceremonies charged with allowing entry into the venue. “Greetings and good morning, gentlemen.” Alexander said as an abrupt hand was raised by the master of ceremonies. He had not recognized Alexander nor Lianna. A man like him with a wheelchair-bound wife would have been a couple he’d remember. Sure, they dressed the part but he wasn’t familiar with their nobility. Alexander stopped in his tracks, his face still brimming with a smile as took in the melody of the quartet several meters beyond him.

“Excuse me, sir. Lord Decklan, master of ceremonies. May I ask who you are? Where do you hail from? I apologize in advance but I do not quite recognize you.”

“Of course you don’t. Alexander Deacon and my beloved wife, Lianna Deacon. We hail from Montague. Javaria, to be more specific.” Alexander gave a slight nod. “I’m visiting the grand city of Sorian during the famous or what few call the infamous courting season.” He whispered the rumored bit, leaning toward the master. “But! Don’t be so wary of us. Our place is here… amongst the nobility.” Lianna couldn’t help but smile at how fast-talking Alexander could be when he wanted something that he typically didn’t rightly deserve. The master of ceremonies in a fluster averted his gaze for a split second before matching Alexander’s smile.

“I assure you, I am not wary. I just enjoy getting to know the faces of those that are unfamiliar to me. Your place is definitely amongst the nobility, Lord Deacon. Find a seat to you and your bride’s liking.”

“I thank you kindly. I am looking very forward to this event.” He gave another slight nod before moving forth with Lianna. As he entered, he could feel the eyes looking in his direction. Even if she couldn’t quite see it, Lianna knew she and her husband would draw the attention of many this morning. It was the point after all.

“I think he liked you.” Lianna teased as the two approached a large table in the shade second closest to the quartet.

“I made him like me.” He shrugged before locking the wheelchair in place beside the table. He started to pull a chair back when Lianna replied.

“Are we also expecting men this courting season? Sorian has indeed changed you.” She held back a chuckle, covering her mouth with the back with a closed fist. However, Alexander let his chuckle fly freely.

“You say that but I think you would prefer that over my usual preference.” Alexander proceeded to scoop up his wife from the wheelchair and place her in the chair he had pulled out. He then pushed the chair in as Lianna wore a smug expression on her face.

“I don’t care who you… spend time with. As long as your mine.”

“Always, my love” Alexander whispered before kissing her on the cheek. He then took his seat with eyes looking about the venue as he tried to find the most notable attendants at the tea party.


Time: Late Morning
Location: Sorian Beach
Interaction: @princess Charlotte

If I am going to travel from home, what better way than to enjoy the sun's warmth? Lorenzo beamed as he lay comfortably against the massive forest-green blanket atop the loose beach sand. The sun’s rays were pleasant as the orb of heat had not yet reached the center of the sky. Usually, Lorenzo tried his best to stay away from large crowds but spending time at the beach was an exception. The music and crashing of the wave seemed to put him at peace, a rare occurrence for him when he was sober.

Today was stark from yesterday when Lorenzo spent most of his time indoors, keeping as much attention off him as possible. He and Charlotte hadn’t spoken about the events of the carriage and the invisible space they put between them was telling for those within their estate. On a positive note, Lorenzo was informed that the fugitives hiding in his home were gone. Instead, there was Olivia, a family friend that Devan brought along. Still, Lorenzo was still unhappy learning how many people had entered his home after asking Nathaniel and Delilah about the previous day. With things somewhat in order to, include the rooster that woke him around dawn with its obnoxious crowing, Lorenzo was content for the most part.

“Ahhhhh! What a wonderful day!” Lorenzo smiled with shut eyes as he took in the music and the sun wearing nothing but his vibrant red speedo. Edin’s new decree gave Lorenzo the chance to break out what would have previously been a controversial piece of attire. Though the smell of sweet treats tempted him, Lorenzo’s goal was to get a nice tan that would leave even the Alidasht with envy. “Could someone test the water for me? I don’t want to get in when it’s too cold.”

In Avalia 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Time: Morning
Location: Southwest of Roshmi
Interaction:Brigitte @Tae, Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, and Zeva @Pink Khione
Mention: Vaeril @Bearlof
Equipment:Fancy Ring, Cold Ring, Oak Wood Staff!, Brown Leather Fingerless Channeling Gloves (not worn), Transmission Bracelet, 560 Amas.


Mister Luum was quite ready to carefully study Zeva’s demeanor the moment she answered his question but the young elf was much too fast! He nearly gasped as she seized his hand in hers. In an instant, Mister Luum found himself not only captured but stunned by her straightforwardness. He found her mention of it ‘being nice to meet him’ combined with the vigorous shaking of his hand as a subtle threat. It was like she was telling him he was helpless in her grasp. And then, she thanked him for helping her? No, this cannot be. This is… This is madness. Mister Luum’s eyes widened as he was almost in shock by how well she was obscuring her intentions from the others. He was thinking of his next move the moment she released his hand but then she hit him with her slightly extensive backstory. All the way back to her birth?! No! Mister Luum kept up his smile, finding it difficult in the presence of… his foe. Luckily, she got to the point fairly quickly. He was not prepared to dissect an entire autobiography. Then she thanked him yet again, nearly causing him to sneer before hearing Brigitte say she was finished harvesting the owlbear that appeared to have swallowed a few useful items.

“Perfect!” Mister Luum replied with a smile to Brigitte while also giving her two soft pats on the head. When Zeva asked what they were doing there. Her first direct question. One of the traditional first direct questions a militant interrogator would ask. What is your mission? Mister Luum was quite ready to address her when-

"I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH!"


Bardulf’s shout caused the middle-aged elf to whip his head around to him, only to witness a bolt of lightning striking too close for comfort. Bardulf could have very well ended the journey of anyone if the summoned magic made contact with them. As bad as it looked, it did not end there. Bardulf lept forward at breakneck speed while electricity surged across his body. You’re kidding me, right? From the sky? He summoned a lightning bolt from the sky… AND DID NOT USE THAT AGAINST THE OWLBEAR?!?! Mister Luum calmly shut his eyes and took a breath to maintain his usual warm expression but his eyes caught Zeva’s, causing his smile to drop. Now a more neutral expression set upon his face as he absorbed the reality of what had to be done.

While Rue and Bardulf shared an intimate moment of apology and comfort, Mister Luum crossed his arms over his chest and looked toward the now overcast sky. He managed a soft chuckle. You weren’t kidding, Vaeril, you enigma of an elf. They really are quite powerful.

“You will not speak about this to anyone.” Rue’s voice called Mister Luum’s attention before he let out a burst of haughty laughter.

“Voiced threats useless. You should know better than anyone what’s required to keep a secret from being told by another.” Mister Lumm bounced his eyebrows up and down, being both subtle and direct with what his words meant. “But as a group, we are quite bad at killing, so I have a better idea! Zeva…” He returned his excited gaze to the young woman he found to be far too suspicious to simply let go. “How would you like to accompany me and my not-so-merry band of-” He took a moment to look at everyone to find the right word for their group. “Pals? Yes, band of pals! Forget Aegnor Stonel and help us save Avalia. It’s not like Aegnor has a school named after him because he was a prestigious student. Give reason to those new top-of-the-line daggers you’re itching to purchase. Forget about chasing the adventure. The greatest one yet has found you! So what do you say?” Mister Luum gave her a nod, selling Zeva promises of everything she yearned for.

Thank Solaris that her backstory wasn’t too long to commit to memory.






Time: 7 p.m. and beyond!
Location: Vikena Estate, Sorian
Interaction: @princess Charlotte
Mention:


Lorenzo let out a big yawn within the confines of the carriage, feeling rather groggy all of a sudden. However, that is not all he was feeling. A sharp dagger of regret was piercing deep in his gut. It started the moment he shut the carriage door and failed to subside despite his efforts to ignore how unsettled he was. Perhaps I shouldn't have yelled… She just doesn't understand… No one does. Lorenzo's head hung low for the rest of the ride and they reached his home, he, Benjamin, and Nathaniel carried the gifts inside, hauling them up to his room.

“Duke Vikena, I managed with much effort to capture a rooster while you were away and… wait, where is Lady Charlotte?”

“Lottie… Well, she insisted on walking a little of the way back. She ate quite too much of the Alidasht cuisine and didn't want to gas up the carriage. Don't mention this, please. She's already quite embarrassed by it.” Lorenzo didn't enjoy telling a lie, even if it was a small white one but he wished to continue with the night without any more trouble. Nathaniel raised his brows briefly at the strange yet relatable revelation and was unwilling to ask any further questions on the sensitive topic. “But you caught the rooster? Hmm… Um, let him out into the gardens. I think everyone, including the feathered priest will be happier if he isn't within the confines of the house.”

“I think everyone might be happier if I could serve it for tomorrow's lunch!” Gilbert injected from the first floor. Lorenzo chuckled but shook his head.

“No need Gilbert! No need! But while you're still in the kitchen, can you make a batch of cookies for everyone? I won't be partaking so more for everyone else!” Lorenzo called as his eyes met Nathaniel who looked to be waiting for something. And he was. Waiting for Lorenzo to share how the dinner went. The fact that Lorenzo was alive and present was a good enough sign but Nathaniel wasn't so optimistic in believing nothing went wrong. He knew Lorenzo nearly better than anyone, and though Nathaniel hadn't enjoyed watching the late Lady Vikena physically and verbally abuse the man, she kept his innate ability to cause havoc in check to a certain degree. He wanted to know but didn't want to ask, especially if it was a sore subject at the moment.

“Are you calling it a night, my lord?” Nathaniel asked.

“I believe so. I'm going to do some writing. Please ensure the rooster makes it out to the garden, Kier is comfortable, and that Charlotte makes it in. She shouldn't be long.” Lorenzo gave Nathaniel and smiled before taking a half step into his room before pausing. “Hmm… just a moment.” Lorenzo said more to himself as he stepped back into the hall. Nathaniel just stared not knowing what Lorenzo might be doing now. He watched as Lorenzo stepped to the nearest painting to his door and removed something from its frame and tucked it into his inner breast pocket. “That should do.” Lorenzo then continued into his room.

“Well, good night Lorenzo.”

“You as well, my friend. You as well.” Lorenzo finally entered, shutting and locking the door behind him. He needed to unwind and he started by first removing his shoes. “Ahhh. Much better.” He then removed most of his clothing before getting a much-needed warm bath as he hummed a song he had long heard in his childhood. When he was done, he got into his favorite robe, which was dark green on the outside and a lighter green on the inside reminiscent of an avocado. He walked over to the mounted pistol and lightly brushed along it with his fingertips. “Beautiful as ever.” He commented before going to his chest, removing the bulb flask of opium and the gin. He opened them and took a generous swig of both.

A big smile graced his face as he took in a deep breath.

“Finally…” Lorenzo whispered before putting his “medicine” away. “Time to write,” and with that, Lorenzo retrieved his notebook and pen before plopping down on his bed.

The so proud and fierce desert kingdom
Striped tigers and venomed snakes come from
Cuisine of rounded bread and hummus
These royal foreigners among us
Some of them will fall… love or die
Amora, Obitius, decide
A chaptered season of blood and tears
Tis season bring forth all of our fears…


Lorenzo continued, writing and writing, letting the milk of the poppy and alcohol take him again this night.

In Avalia 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location:Throne Room, Malthemoor


On the magical continent of Avalia existed a cold and unforgiving island. On this island was a deep cavern contained within solid walls of stone. Within the cavern was the grand city of Malthemoor, teeming with the life of those that were banished so long ago. Towering over this city was a castle of crude metal and stone. And within this very castle, sat the most powerful king in Avalia’s history. His heart, though dark, was also kindling. Like a furnace, it produced warmth for his kin and a blistering scorch to his enemies.

He sat firmly on his obsidian throne staring stoically at his subjects entering his dimly lit throne room. It was seemingly a normal preceding that occurred; a daily intelligence update brief of the goings within his kingdom. The briefers were adorned in long dark colored fabrics, kneeling several feet away. Besides the king who sat silently, their audience included his siblings, his eldest children, the worshiped demigoddess, Deyanira, Doctor Zalthraxis Morthelvaan, head scientist over the Dusk Project, and the wardens who were being projected through the transmission stand at the center of the spacious room. Those who were physically present stood on either of the throne room’s walls… waiting for their crowned king to speak.

“Stand. Share with us. Tell us of my kingdom, of our wards, of our people.” King Kyros Zanithel finally and deliberately broke the silence. He was always the first to speak, not because he was born to be king but because he had snatched the position and held it tightly within his grasp. In Malthemoor, heirs were not chosen through birthright, but through their actions and standout potential. He was conscious of every single word he spoke as his word was law. His word was true!

Deyanira was an imposing figure that stood at the side of the throne, her fingers tracing the details of the obsidian, her gaze fixed on the king seated below her. Her flowing white hair cascaded down her back, its ethereal beauty enhanced by its gentle, flowing movement, as though it were caught in an underwater current. Her cold eyes, which were a deep shade of purple, seem to pierce through any who dare to look directly at her. Though an ethereal beauty, the lavender-skinned being possessed a foreboding aura. As her King had addressed his wardens, she had shifted her eyes onto each of them with cool detachment.

Zalthraxis, a formidable figure stood among the royalty of the dark elves, he exuded an aura of ominous elegance. His ebony scales radiated a mysterious sheen, capturing the essence of the shadows themselves. Adorned in regal, intricately designed robes that cascaded over his scaley form, he stood with an air of undeniable authority. With hands interwoven, his grip firmly clasping the pommel of his sword, he observed the scene before him. His keen intellect tirelessly dissected every detail of his surroundings, meticulously calculating his next move. Like a predator in the night, his reptilian eyes darted with cold intensity, leaving no facet of the room unnoticed.

“My grace!” One of the cloaked dark elves announced as he and his peers rose up to address their king. “Every ward remains stable thanks to the governance of our wardens. Ironhold, Roshmi, and Myriamor continue to increase their revenue through trade and goods. Our standardized identification system remains in the works but the existence of disguise rings is still an obstacle we must continue to contend with. As you are aware from prior briefings, there are citizens who have used these maskings for decades or more at a time. We recommend a stop in production and to ban them from the markets, however, this will also decrease the morale of the people who use them for cosmetic vanity. I-”

“Our people. We are all Avalians and Avalia is my kingdom.” King Zanithel interrupted without a change in his demeanor, though his powerful words were felt in the bones of the dark elf that briefed.

“Apologies, my king! Our people. There are reports of an influx in the purchase of these rings lately, which coincides with our next update.”

“Proceed.”

“Rebel forces have begun to swell throughout the kingdom. With one faction managing to raid and burn down one of our middle forts between Myriamor and Illuminata. Reports indicate this is the same faction that includes a light-elven woman, and a dragonborn male. Unfortunately, we have failed to deliver their heads to you. But by the grace of Halastra, we will capture and kill them.” He assured before gulping as he prepared the next set of information from his sources. Make it swift. I will tolerate that cist.

“My king, there has also been a rumor of the summoning of humans by the rebel faction, New Dawn.”

“Humans?” The word would have been completely foreign to him if not for the existence of demihumans. Despite this, he knew some of the alien race from his knowledge of Avalian history. A race of beings from another realm capable of using magic beyond the level of even the oldest and wisest of elves and fairies. They were nearly forgotten but still acknowledged through the annals of history.

“Yes, my grace. Our sources say The New Dawn is rumored to have summoned humans.” the dark elf repeated, though adamantly.

“A rumor? In my court?” King Zanithel’s eyes pierced through the briefer, shaking him at the knees. “Though I appreciate this information but without evidence, how do you intend for me to act? I will not move our forces on the basis of rumors.”

Deyanira's voice cut through the tense atmosphere like a sharp blade as she chimed in suddenly, “If humans are truly among us, then this is the ideal time to step on them. They are unwelcome pests in our world…” She watched an ant crawl up onto the top of the throne, and with deliberate and ominous slowness, she delicately pressed her finger into it, crushing it into oblivion. Her lips then curled into a cruel smile. “The pathetic creatures will possess very little knowledge of the world they stand on.”

The demigoddess leaned forward to look down at the King, her eyes locked onto him with an unyielding intensity. “The humans pose a small threat if any in the long-run, which is more than what could be said for the rest of them. Investigating the rumor will provide no loss to us and ensure they never gain their foothold.”

“An investigation,” He spoke as if contemplating the idea. His eyes were upon Deyanira for a moment before he focused on the subject who had reported the said rumor of humans to him. “Do we have locations?”

“No, my grace.”

“Do we know many were summoned?”

“No, my grace.” This answer came out weaker as he mentally felt the weight of the King's ire.

“Their abilities?”

“We know nothing more, my grace.” The sound of King Zanithel's tense exhale nearly shook the reporting dark elf from his skin. He regretted even reporting the matter as it only put him in the crosshairs of his king's exploitation of the lack of information in it.

“Then do as the darkness calls for, my kin. Do your duty and give us our answers… And if you do find them, all of them, I don't think I have to tell you the next course of action. Do I?”

“No, my grace. Their light shall be extinguished from Avalia. From your kingdom.” King Zanithel finally broke a smile of pride before looking upon Zalthraxis across the dimly lit room.

“Precisely. Zalthraxis, can you produce a scout or two suitable to aid my soldiers in this task? I think your blessed fae could find some use… other than getting lost. His eyes pierced through the dragonborn as he exposed the knowledge of a failure from the esteemed doctor.

Zalthraxis felt acid begin to bubble in his throat as he was called out in public. If it were anyone else he would have killed them.

“My King, the one that escaped was a failure. Would you prefer I… terminated the subject? As for the humans, I shall send my most trusted two.” He said, bowing to the king who hadn’t faltered his expression.

“With such an esteemed reputation and a sharp mind, explaining what I want to be done to one of your failures would be a waste of breath… Instead, I look forward to hearing of the prospect your successes will bring to the Kingdom of Avalia. The creation of dark fairies is one of our greatest triumphs and the first of many stepping stones to the future I envision. Continue to keep me updated on their progress. No more secrets, doctor.” Zanithel’s expression eased as he turned his attention to the reporting subordinates.

“If there is nothing else, you are all dismissed. Mistress Deyanira, remain. I require your counsel. I wish to learn as much as I can about these… humans.”



In Avalia 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Darius by@FunnyGuy and Dante by @Alivefalling


Time: Morning
Location: Gaurav Village
Interactions: Menzai @samreaper, Cyrus @Helo, Ophelia @princess and Viola [13org]
Equipment: 2 shot glasses, 300 Amas total, Flowers from Phia, Dante’s cellphone, and Dante’s knife


After such a spectacular entrance, the twins had only a moment to truly assess the situation. They discovered that Phia was in the company of two others like her. Two winged people the twins had learned were fairies. A delicate yet tenacious race of people with the powers to heal and tap into nature itself.

Darius was getting himself up from off the ground after his fall, his eyes locked on the roc flying menacingly above the group. He was wondering how anyone would deal with such a threat just as Phia made her way to Dante and hugged him while speaking to him.

What the hell is that about? Ugh, nevermind, I gotta focus on the giant bird that probably wants to kill us.

Dante embraced Phia's comforting hug, listening as she did her little speech. As she gracefully lifted off into the sky once more, his resolve grew stronger. “That thing is scary as fuck, but I refuse to run or hide. I shall stand my ground and confront it head-on,” Dante declared with unwavering determination, preparing himself for whatever awaited him in the imminent battle.

“Sounds real heroic but you’re getting a medal of honor if you just stand there and let that thing eat you! We’re WORMS to that thing!” Darius shouted as he started moving toward the two fairies but he wouldn’t make it in time...

Dante’s eyes shot towards the familiar sound of his brother “Would you shut the fuck u-.”

Dante’s words were suddenly cut off by the piercing cry of the roc. The twins covered their ears as best as they could, wincing from the sharp screech. Then came a massive gust of wind that almost blew them off their feet. To make matters worse the roc used its massive body and wings to destroy the forest canopy around them causing debris from the large thick trees to fall upon the forest floor. It was as if the sky was collapsing around them.

As the roc flew over, Dante tried to shout to his brother “BUILD A WALL!” He screamed as loud as he could, hoping Darius would hear him over the chaos as he put his hands to the ground and formed a half dome to cover himself. Darius accomplished the same in an instant as he already had that same idea in mind. Despite Dante’s effort, part of the rock dome crashed into his left thigh as a large piece of tree broke through it. “Fuck, my leg!” he winced in pain trying to focus on keeping his dome up.

After the torrential winds subsided, Darius quickly peeked from outside his dome. He wasn’t as close to the two fairies as he had wanted to be but at least it seemed he, Dante, and those two had gotten through the devastation the roc caused. As far as Menzai and Phia, he couldn’t tell.

“Shit…” He muttered as he looked up at now opened area and the roc circling the area… searching. Everyone seemed so frozen in place after what occurred but Darius wasn’t the type to just sit still. He knew even with his gifted magic, he couldn’t combat the roc directly. He didn’t believe anyone of them could but he had to do something. He glanced at the tattoo on his right wrist as a call to action. “Let’s do this!” Darius exclaimed as he vaulted over the rock dome and sprinted as close as he could to the center of the clearing without getting too far from his brother. Focus, focus, focus. It’s only small pieces. Very small pieces! One way. Send them all one way! Darius let loose a grunt as he hopped and slammed both his palms to the ground. The impact caused particles of dirt in a large portion of the open space to rise high into the air creating a low elevated dust cloud approximately thirty feet above the forest floor that obscured the view of those on the ground from the roc.

As Dante peeked from around his dome to see Darius creating a large dust cloud to cover their location “Damn bro, Thats some nice thinking.” He said as he speed limped his way closer to his brother where he too focused all he could on spreading and increasing the radius of the already growing cloud.

“Of course it is. Now… EVERYONE, STAY BELOW THE DUST! ESPECIALLY THE ONES SPORTING THE WINGS!” Darius hoped he had concealed everyone but what was supposed to happen next? What would the roc do?

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