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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Night
Location: Damien Estate
Attire: Alexander’s attire / Alexander’s mask and Lianna’s dress / Lianna’s mask
Interaction:
Mention:@Tpartywithzombi Violet, Count Calbert Damien

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With masks donned and tonight’s wickedness behind them, Alexander and Lianna approached the magnificent Sorian estate owned by Count Damien.

“The party doesn’t seem to disappoint so far. Even from out here, there’s a liveliness to it.” Alexander commented as he pushed his wife in her wheelchair down the neat rounded walking path, giving his beloved all the details she would miss.

“What else?”

“Well…” Alexander chuckled as he suddenly stopped. “Though they may be a small obstacle due to their lack of steepness, there are quite a few steps. Besides, that…” Alexander raised the wheelchair’s front wheels over the first leveled step, beginning their climb. “The shrubs and trees are trimmed to perfection. In a way, it's poetic from what I know of the count.”

“Large iron gates…” Lianna commented.

“No straightforward approach…”

“Complete and constant maintenance of all within his domain...”

“A man can only hold on so tightly to many things on his own,” Alexander said as he cleared the first round of steps.

“We’re rolling again.”

“Only for a moment, my love. Count Damien has graced us with more of his wonderful steps before we have the pleasure of reaching the front door.”

“More?” Lianna nearly whined but settled for an unpleasant frown.

“Worry not. My wife desires to attend this party, and so we will get there. Not even a thousand steps can stop me from making you happy. Brace yourself, my love. These steps are steeper.” Alexander turned the chair around to proceed scaling the steps backwards while Lianna held its armrests firmly.

Lianna fell silent from the affection. This unconditional love was all she ever needed. She cared little for what he did to others, how high he wished to climb up the social ladder, or what he'd become. As long as the two could cherish each other every day like it was their first being in love… As long as she felt undoubtedly that she was his and he was hers… Lianna would ensure Alexander kept hold of that ring of his.

“Sir, would you like assistance?!” A man at the door called as he noticed the two coming up. He moved to approach the pair but Alexander promptly stopped him with a few words.

“No need, good sir! A little exercise before engaging in a party is a pastime of mine… Last step aaand we have arrived!” Alexander announced with glee. He turned to the doorman, shooting him a charming wink. “Thank you for the offer but the door is where you'll shine brightest. Please.” Alexander nodded toward the door where the sounds of the partygoers and music leaked from. “Alexander and Lianna Deacon.”

“Welcome! Count Damien is delighted to have you.” The doorman bowed his head before opening the door for the couple.

"Our pleasure." Pushing forward, the two entered the open foyer and proceeded into the festivities. Though Alexander beamed as he entered, none could see it behind his mask, leaving Lianna’s modest smile to carry their fashionably late appearance. They dare not think to mention Violet or her absence. The situation was behind them and dealt with. For now, it was time to absorb any stares that came their way and mingle with the others in attendance.

Tonight is our night, but I can't but be curious.. where might he be?

Avalia

Time: Evening
Location: Aboard the Righteous Tern, Northbound on the Eastern Sea
Interaction: Zeva @Pink Khione
Mention: Bardulf @Lava Alckon and Masako @dreamingflowers
Equipment:Fancy Ring, Cold Ring, Oak Wood Staff IS BACK, Brown Leather Fingerless Channeling Gloves (not worn), Transmission Bracelet, 659 Amas.

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“Well, uh, thanks. Sure.”

Zeva’s lack of sincerity did not go unnoticed but at the same time, he could hardly blame the young elf. As much as he loved the idea of a young upstart inquiring about magic, especially light magic, taking his full attention off of Bardulf was not an option he was comfortable with. He only hoped the girl would make some progress in her untapped arcane talents. As ugly of an explanation as it may have been, Mister Luum did give her two paths. Zeva could choose to follow the path of magic laid before her by sticking to whatever she happened to have an aptitude for and leaning on that or she could very well forge her own path. A path she chose to take despite what she may have had a knack for. Either way, Mister Luum would learn just a little bit more about Zeva’s nature.
But what if she’s good at something enjoys? Damn… my wise-elderly-fellow-that-gives-cryptic-advice-that-happens-to-be-helpful act needs work. Good thing I have a few more centuries!

Mister Luum kept up his grin as he nodded with optimism while Zeva’s attention was pulled away by her surroundings. He kept quiet, casually watching Bardulf as she searched for something to latch her mind onto.

“Any chance you know how long before we reach our destination?”

“North Pass? Um… Should beee… Carry the three- no, the FOUR, minus five, yes…” Mister Luum squinted as he raised his free hand and did some sort of obscure math with his fingers. “We should make it by tomorrow afternoon at the latest but hopefully, we make it right before lunch. You’ll like North Pass plenty, I believe. There will definitely be some action for our party to get into there. You can test those new daggers of yours out. BUT first, we need to acquire that warforged and find a nice place to lay our heads during our stay. Take this time on the sea to relieve yourself of any doubts and regrets about undergoing this journey. This could be the last moment of calm we have the luxury of basking in. Enjoy this calm. Trust me.”

Avalia

Time: Evening
Location: Village on the outskirts of Roshmi
Interaction: @princess Mari, @Apex Sunburn Scathael

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“Wow, what a shithole!” Mari’s voiced first impression of the village they’d stepped into was not far off in Thraash’s opinion, though it hardly bothered him enough for him to mention it. Thraash had found himself in several spots like this one before he joined up with Mari. Villages like this made for excellent hideaways as a spare room was typically cheap if one lacked the funds for an inn or refused to shell more amas than necessary to enable the corruption of Avalian society. To think it was places like this one that held the most honesty. The big cities that were once kingdoms were nothing but King Zanithel’s decorated trophies of war. The peace and good order were but a veil that shrouded the blade that would plunge into those who even thought of going against the king’s grand design.

"To be honest, I know he's in this village, but I dunno where exactly...Hehe… But don't worry. I got this." Mari’s assurance only brought forth a scowl as he felt he knew what she was thinking.

“You’re gonna-”

“SCATHAEL! HEY SCATHAEL!!! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE, BOY!” Thraash winced as Mari’s voice boomed through the village.

“- yell. How ‘bout you warn a dragonborn next time?!” Thraash snapped. “Your vocals are ass so I could’ve at least added some flame effects or somethin’.” Thraash shook his head after he had added to the complaints made by some of the villagers who were irritated as well. As annoying as it was, however, it worked. The guy the two were searching for actually decided to respond.

But he don’t look or sound happy… Then again, what dark elf does? You’d swear they lost the damn war!

“Oh we’ve got work for you, alright,” Thraash answered as he walked to the gate. “But I’m not too sure if some small-time village handy-elf is up for it. Mari, this guy’s probably never even seen a warforged. He’s gonna give our tin can a baby arm… And not the kind you’re thinking, Scathael. Not judging.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Sola 23, Night
Location: Castle Stable --> Deacon Home

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Pushing the door open, a chilling breeze whispered through, sending shivers down Violet's spine. The air outside was heavy with an unsettling silence, and as she emerged, her crimson eyes met the sight of a strategically positioned carriage, as if intentionally cloaking her from prying eyes.

Her gaze lifted to the stars. The once comforting lights in the sky, distant and beautiful, caused the weight of her emotions as they bore down on her like a searing hot poker. A haunting wail escaped from Violet's lips, a guttural cry that seemed to emerge from the very depths of her belly. Memories of the previous night, intertwine with the present, causing tears to stream down her face. Her body crumbled under the weight of her grief, and she sank to her knees upon the gravel road. Fingers dug into the earth as if seeking solace in the very ground that supported her. The image of the young stable boy, his face etched with innocence and longing, seared itself into her consciousness.

“You did it…You became the monster they wanted you to be…

Her wailing was just loud enough for Alexander to hear inside. With a sigh, he carried the sword that had been stowed toward Darryn's lifeless body. He kicked the body a few times until it was lying flat on its stomach.

“Try not to haunt me, Darryn. None of this was personal. Just need to send a message…” He took a second to ponder what he just said. Well, technically two.” His face kept stoic as he swung down, cutting about an inch from the base of the boy's skull. Acting quickly, Alexander dropped the sword and scooped up the headless corpse. He heaved it up into a shoulder carry and briskly proceeded out of the stable door.

“Get inside. Don't you realize we're within the castle walls? We cannot linger here.” They were lucky many were attending the masquerade party or searching for… her. Picking herself up off the ground Violet fumbled her way into the carriage, sitting across from Alexander’s seat. Her body collapsed into the wall of the carriage as she didn’t have the energy to act her station, she was far past that now. Emotionally drained, Violet's red and swollen eyes complimented the blood that had now dried on her face. Her empty and eerie expression kept fixated on whatever was outside of the carriage.

The carriage driver kept his eyes forward, knowing his job tonight was to serve but a single purpose. A few seconds went by as a creaking, a thud, and shutting of a trunk from the rear of the carriage was sounded. Alexander was even quick to enter the carriage but surprisingly refrained from slamming the door behind him in his haste. Once seated, his gaze fell upon Violet and her quietness.

Murderer…Monster…you disgust me… Her mind raced with ill thoughts of ending everything. If her mother and father saw her now, covered in blood, having to face the truth of their decisions, would they feel any remorse?

Her body felt stronger than ever. She had her vision back and her mind felt less clouded than before. Feeling as if she could defeat an army single-handed, yet her mind held her back. The constant whispers in her ear, Murderer…Monster… She really had become the thing everyone painted her to be, she had become the thing she feared. Breaking the silence between them she finally spoke “Will it ever get easier?” Her voice trailed off in a soft monotone whisper as she continued to look out the window expressionless.

“Move from the window, Scarlet.” He wagged his hand for her to shift toward the center of the bench on her side.

“My name is Violet, not Scarlet.” She said sternly, her body shifting towards the center of the carriage. Her eyes moved to fixate on the stranger that was Alexander, her crimson orbs searched his appearance. He was clever, she’d give him that. He appeared to be such a simple man, nothing special at all.

“And it depends on what you think is difficult. You'll get used to feeding, though it is a lot like grieving a loved one. The denial, the anger… sometimes you bargain, and then there's the crippling depression… but eventually you accept it. You accept that what you were is lost.” And then he scoffed. “I guess it gets easier then… but then you start to notice the craving coming on more frequently and that it takes a little more and a little more to satiate you each time… But even that's not so bad if you're smart. The worst part is when you slowly stop caring about the things you once loved.” Alexander's face grew solemn as he spoke, especially the last part. Not even I could bear that.

Silence crept in after his words, Violet sat contemplating everything he said but she already knew and he was simply confirming. The hollow shell that sat before him was nothing more than a living corpse. Doomed to walk in the shadows and feed on the living.

“What exactly is your goal here…You choke me, pull me out of my home, drag me to a dying corpse, dangling his body in front of me like a carrot. You must be very pleased with yourself” she hissed in a venomous tone that made Alexander raise one of his eyebrows. “Very bold of you to do so on the one night my father has planned a ball and expects my attendance.” She let out a laugh but it wasn’t filled with humor. “I bet you were the one who also put the ax in my face.”

“What's this? A bold man being pleased after taking you out and choking you just before dinner?” He grinned. “It is courting season after all. I'd say I did well tonight.”

Pressing her back against the carriage she stared at him for a moment surprised that even came from his mouth. "You're choice of courting a woman is rather interesting." She said unable to hide the small curve of her lip as she found his statement rather amusing.

Like a switch, his grin dropped neutral. “And you're the last person who should be betting on anything given your past few days.”

"And why is that, it's not like I have much to lose at this point. Take my life…been there…done that. Clearly, it has upset someone that I'm still breathing considering the attack on me just a day prior so I am curious if you're not here to kill me…what is it that you want." She crossed her arms against her chest as her leg crossed over the other.

“You saw what I'm capable of. Killing someone isn't something I'd fail to do. I fed you for fu-” He almost let himself get frustrated but took a breath to help compose himself. “If it makes you feel better, I'll speak plainly. I am not the ax murderer nor do I know who is. Everything I did was to keep you alive. You're welcome.”

Looking at him with a confused expression, Violet cocked her head to the side, shaking it lightly. “But why? People do not do things for nothing so what do you gain from helping me?” As much as the situation dug at her there was a sense of gratefulness she held, She would never admit to it, however. She had never felt so good and gaining her sight back was an immeasurable gift.

“Because you reminded me of myself. When I changed, I only had one person to guide me through it. A blind cripple. I love her but that is what she is. She helped so much and I am grateful but if I had someone who could truly understand this affliction by my side… it might have been easier.” His voice fell as solemn along with his expression.

Staring in disbelief at his words, Violet just listened. Strangely she understood what he meant. She should be furious with him, disgusted by his actions towards her but she was struggling to hold those emotions. Her stubborn nature towards who she was becoming had made her weak and sick, he showed her the hard truth, and strangely, she was grateful.

“I looked worse than you before I accepted what I had become. A monster. A demon. I just couldn't see that happen to another. My heart might not beat the same as everyone else, but it's still there,” he said, placing a hand over his chest still wet with blood.

Relaxing her arms as they fell comfortably on her lap Violet shrugged her shoulders softly. It was as if she were looking into a reflection of herself. She couldn’t help but wonder if he too struggled with the feeling of rejection and solitude. However, her mind also wandered, making her question if he was playing on her emotions and how much of this was actually true. She could play her own game as well, a bit of chess never hurt anyone. Now it was her move.

Keeping her eyes on him, Violet allowed his words to sink in. “I…” she stopped. She had truly been left speechless. She just kept her eyes on him, giving off a sense of understanding with her look. “I’m sorry.” She replied simply, the tone of her voice filled with genuine empathy. Even if this was a game for him, even if none of this was real, she understood the situation and felt pity not just for him but for her own condition.

He waved away her apology, silently rejecting the pity. Alexander would have preferred silence.

“What was it that gave me away to you?”

“I was informed of you but even if I had not been, I would have noticed you were afflicted. Frail, skin like porcelain, an umbrella.” He chuckled lightly. “I hated even glancing at you. Those eyes you have though, Scarlet. Those are quite interesting. Did they change or were they always this way?”

Shifting uncomfortably in her seat Violet felt a sense of frustration brewing. The first person to ever omit that her appearance was as traumatic to look at. She should thank him for his honesty, she always felt this to be the case however no one would openly omit it.

“Apologies that my appearance wasn’t up to your standard.” Violet replied rather coldly. “It must be so difficult for you to have to look at it”. She rolled her eyes at just how silly the thought was. She made things so uncomfortable for people, yet she was the one who had an ax in her head. Once again sympathy was not something she was granted, nor did she want it, especially from him.

Glancing out the window she tried to remember what her eyes were before, she knew they were red now from passing comments but she had a feeling they weren’t always that. “I believe so but I don't quite recall the color. I’m not entirely sure why they changed either, but I suppose it's one more thing to add to the growing list of unattractive features I possess now.”

Violet’s scars had always been something she despised. Starting with the scar that traveled straight from her neck down her sternum. She still held no clue as to why she received it only knowing her father had some hand in it, and she wouldn’t be surprised if he too had a hand in her recent one as well. “My body has become a roadmap for my father's mistakes” Her voice dropped into a cold and emotionless tone.

“It wasn't about you being ugly.” Alexander muttered bitterly, though he was interested in her irises. A mutation perhaps or maybe another variant of the curse, he wondered. “You were a tad unsightly but that's not what bothered me. You were just a grim reminder of what I had gone through. I will ensure I never have to see that again. Not of myself nor from you.”The crimson eyes that he was so interested in, laid upon him once again. Narrowing her attention Violet became curious as to his plans. What could he assist her with? He clearly had the same affliction and she wondered if he knew of a cure or even wanted one. “What exactly does that entail for me…for us?” She raised a brow uncertain of the answer to her question. “Where do I go from here?

Her expression dropped to a saddened look. She had just murdered a man and Alexander had witnessed it. Not only was the man's blood on her hands but her life was now in the hands of the man across from her. She knew nothing of him, he was still more or less a stranger and yet they just shared one of the most intimate situations she could imagine. She was trapped in his web.

“We'll do what we must.” The lack of tone in his voice made his cryptic answer sound scripted. He let loose a tired sigh just in time for the carriage to stop behind a house on the west side of town. “We'll get cleaned up. Redress you. Your mask…” Alexander reached down under his seat and tossed it up to her. Grabbing the mask she held it in her hands before setting it down to the side of her. She almost forgot the masquerade; her mind had been so preoccupied with everything that just happened she forgot she would need to attend the ball.

“Then the rest is up to you, I guess. If you seek me, then find me. Though I may ask for something in return. All I request from you now is to speak nothing of what occurred this night. You keep my secrets, and I'll keep yours. Understood?”

Staring at Alexander while she contemplated his words she leaned back against the wall. Letting out a soft laugh Violet shook her head. Alexander found his interest piqued by the young woman's change in demeanor.

“How is it that after being choked out, dragged to some desolate building, shoved into a bloody corpse, and now having you demand I keep your secrets …I find you and your company oddly comforting.” Alexander simply shrugged while wearing a smug look about him. Violet could only find herself laughing again after omitting her conflicting emotions. “I should have you killed…hell I’d jump in the fire beside you…yet all I want to do is draw out this carriage ride.” Her eyes looked him up and down, her crimson orbs slowly taking in the mystery of a man before her. “Your secrets are safe. Perhaps next time you enter my bed chambers it's under less hostile intentions.” She offered him a genuine smile, her fangs making a rare appearance as she couldn’t help but still laugh to herself at how crazy she sounded. Her words this time caused him to react differently than previously. For a moment he fell speechless at such an invitation, his eyebrows raised from Violet's insinuating statement.

“Well…” He shut his eyes for a moment. Once opened, he spoke. “Perhaps…” He let the word linger, tasting its meaning on his very lips before flashing a smile. Catching his smile Violet bit back hers, realizing that the carriage had stopped. ...we should go inside.” He gave her a nod before moving to open the door of the carriage.

Peeking out the window she looked around unsure of where they were. Following behind him she stepped out of the carriage, her mask in hand. Stepping out onto the cobblestone she looked up at what she assumed was his home. Looking at him slightly confused “You’re wife won't mind that I’m…here?” She knew that they were meant to clean up but to be seen here and in her state, she worried who may see.

“Come.” He directed as he started walking toward the back door of the house. “She is already aware of your arrival, so no need to worry. She's also been awaiting my return so we could attend your father's party.” As Alexander informed her of this, the carriage pulled off and went forth into the dimly lit streets. Watching the carriage, Violet turned back towards the front of the manor. Her playful side seemed to fade rather quickly at the mention of his wife waiting for her arrival. So the games begin again. She began to follow behind him, her crimson eyes practically glowing against the darkness that seemed to swallow them as they walked closer to the house.

The two proceeded toward the manor's back door. It was locked as always but Alexander was quick in getting it open with his key. Upon entry, the home was dimly lit. Not dark. Not bright. Just dim and easy for the pair's eyes to adjust to. They walked through the pantry that led into the kitchen until finally reaching the most brightly lit room, the dining room. It was here where the lavender-purple accents of the room could clearly be seen.

Lianna was seated in her wheelchair at the dining room table facing where the two entered. A book lay in front of her with braille pressed into the pages. One of her fingers was left where she stopped her reading with her face looking in their direction. It was hard to tell she was even blind by her appearance alone. Her eyes lacked the shade of cloudiness to them, and it always seemed like she knew exactly who and what she was looking at.

“Lianna,” he greeted rather formally. His tone was quite stark from the way he addressed her at the tea party, causing her brows to furrow slightly.

“Welcome back my love and greetings… Violet, right? Hmm, so he didn't have to kill you tonight? I guess that's a good thing.”

“Good evening Lady Deacon.” Violet responded, her tone cold and depleted of any warmth. “Yes, I suppose avoiding death would be a good thing.” Though Violet would disagree with that statement, she had already learned there were far worse punishments. “Apologies for the intrusion so late in the evening, I hope you are favoring well this evening.” Violet said to which Lianna sighed as she placed a bookmark into her book and shut it.

“I was. But I had to wait longer than expected with the change of plans.”

“The girl needed to feed. She would ha-” Lianna nearly snapped.

“I don't care. Her needs do not concern me. You promised you wouldn't be long. ‘End the boy and then return back’. That is what was told to me this morning.”

“Lady Deacon, I don't mean to interrupt, however, I think it's important you should know that the blame is on me. You are correct that my needs do not concern you but your husband's tardiness certainly does.” She paused for a moment allowing the room to settle into a silence before speaking again. Even then there was an uncomfortable tenseness as Lianna didn't make any effort to turn to the sound of Violet's voice.

“I was not in a condition fit to meet you, you may understand that I was in a bit of a state. Lord Deacon attempted to hurry me along however I didn’t want my first official meeting with the lovely Lady Deacon to be spoiled by my condition. I take full responsibility and assure you it will not happen again.” Her crimson eyes glanced over at Alexander before turning back towards his wife. He had hoped she would notice the warning of his intense state but a glance only permitted so much. “Your husband is too much of a gentleman to display my wrongdoings in the situation. I think it is important that I tell you about them myself. I hope you can forgive me.”

“Really?” Lianna perked up with a smile gracing her full lips. She even nodded, appearing impressed by what was said of her husband. However, Alexander still held a troubled expression. “Oh dear Violet, I am already aware that much of my husband's wasted time was on you. And word of advice for the future.Don't ever lie to my face like that again. 'Not in a condition fit to meet' me. Sure, I like seeing blood-covered mistakes. A mistake that Alexander wants as a pet. I may be blind but I'm not a fool.”

Violet’s brows furrowed at the mention of a lie. Although she had certainly spun her words to make them sound more pleasant, she really was and still is in no condition to be meeting people let alone having to attend a ball. However, Life was never that easy. “No, of course not, I know you are no fool Lady Lianna just as I am no one's pet.” Her eyes narrowed slightly as the word pet sat on her lips. Violet's eyes glanced back over at Alexander, whose intense expression was finally noticed but she ignored it. “Nore do I plan to become one,” her tone stern.

We shall see who's right in the end. Yet another uncomfortable silence filled the room. With both now silent Alexander took a step forth.

“Now that the pleasantries are over… as sour as they became, let us attempt to cooperate.” Had to be the cool head in the room. “The first matter of business is Violet and what she plans to do now from here.” He turned to give Violet his full attention. “Do you wish to return home tonight?” Violet raised a brow at Alexander. Where else would she go, she was a young lady of a count; there weren't many options available. “Unless you intend for me to stay in a brothel it is the only place I am able to return to. However, my gown is rather ruined from this evening so I'll need to find some new attire. There is the-.”

“Violet!” He didn't raise his voice much, however, he was stern. He placed his index finger to his lips. “Shh. You're getting ahead of yourself. I asked but a simple question.”

“Simple answers are expected.”
“.........................-are expected.” Lianna mocked knowing these words disgustingly too well for her own taste.

“I absolutely hate it when you're this way. Put on the ring. Please.” A strange request by the woman.

Watching the exchange between the husband and wife Violet couldn’t help but wonder about this ring. Alexander’s snap reaction and Lianna’s retort made a few things click for her. She certainly wasn’t going to become someone's pet, but it seemed Alexander had.

“I don't think it's necessary, Lianna. I'm fine.” Lianna furrowed her brows once more, this time she wheeled herself from the table and toward where she heard his voice. Her voice was almost pleading.

“'Lianna.' You never address me like that… Can you please put it on? I can ensure Violet gets cleaned up and dressed.” Lianna couldn't see him but she knew this unsettling silence. It was the only thing that had ever put her on edge. Discomposed. Alexander's expression was that of a mid-winter night, uncomfortably cold and dark as he simply stood there unmoving. With her face finally turning towards Violet's direction, she spoke. “She can help me get ready as well, right Violet?”

Violet offered a toothy grin towards Alexander then to Lianna “Yes of course.” She nodded. Alexander looked between the two women, still silent before taking a a deep breath.

“Of course. I will… adjust. I will meet you both when I'm ready.” His words sent a wave of relief over Lianna.

“Thank you, my love.” she said just before he started for the staircase. He climbed up without another word.

“Thank you. You may not understand but… Never mind, we should get ready. There's a shower I use on this level. It should be to your liking. Follow me.” She turned her wheelchair so she could lead Violet to the first-floor restroom.

Violet followed Lianna toward the shower room. She had to admit, their home certainly was made with care. Everything seemed to have its place and purpose and it didn’t go unnoticed. “Thank you for your hospitality, Lady Lianna.” Violet offered her a smile as she entered the room to begin getting ready.

Avalia

Time: Noon → Evening
Location: Roshmi City → Camp
Interaction: @princess Mari, @Alivefalling Aerilyn, [@Apex Sunset] Scathael, @ShiningSector FIVE

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Thraash gave a single nod to Mari’s air of confidence. Even being such a long-time acquaintance of her attitude and antics, he always found himself amped by her bold disposition.

“Yeah, hurry if you're gonna tag along, entourage.” Thraash was as brash as ever as he expelled two small streams of flame from his nostrils. He glared at Five and Aerilyn respectively, showing he wasn't going to practice patience with either of them. It's not like he ever did, for the most part, so things were quite tame considering that.

“Hey Mari, you never mentioned. What type of guy is this? Is he a dwarf or a demi? Oh or maybe an orc?” He threw out his guesses as he found those races to be more inclined toward building and fixing things. He was sure elves and fairies could be handy too but his prejudice toward them often made those folk seem far too dainty for handiwork to be their norm these days.

Whoever or whatever this Scathael was, Thraash was ready to go find him. As long as he wasn't a dark elf supremacist, things would go rather smoothly.

Avalia

Time: Evening
Location: Aboard the Righteous Tern, Northbound on the Eastern Sea
Interaction: Zeva @Pink Khione
Mention: Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, Brigitte, Masako @dreamingflowers
Equipment:Fancy Ring, Cold Ring, Oak Wood Staff IS BACK, Brown Leather Fingerless Channeling Gloves (not worn), Transmission Bracelet, 659 Amas.

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“Remind me to give Bardulf a few words of admiration if he’s successful.” Mister Luum looked on at the two speaking in the distance. The situation seemed fine from where he stood but if it wasn’t the case, he was sure he could put in some practice on his grand dream of being the greatest sniper in Avalia. The distance is so short though. I don’t even need Brigitte’s help to hit that warforged… Hmm… Bardulf could lose a limb but he’d be alive, I’m sure. In pain, yes. Screaming bloody murder, yes. That’s fine though. The bigger problem would be the lightning exploding out every orifice of his being… That’s how Mister Luum imagined it, anyway.

Though Zeva replied to him, he kept his eyes on the pair over yonder. As much as he would have also enjoyed watching the love birds fly across the night sky, he had to have some level of caution. Ugh… It would be easier to just blow his arm off and let the sparks fry the warforged. Now that would be something no one has ever seen… Though the fairies would likely hate that. Even if I lied and claimed I missed. Oh… Zeva!

Quickly, Mister Luum slightly turned his head as he barely caught her say “...where do I start?”

“Umm. Start?” He appeared to be thoroughly bewildered as he had only caught a small part of what she had said. Fortunately, Mister Luum was not so easily beaten! “Magic! Yes!” He felt fortunate to be able to recall the topic before the brief silence between them became awkward. Though his exclamation was very telling that he might not have been listening.

“Forget everything I said before about picking what you do best, and just think of how you want to use your magic. If it doesn’t work, well we’ll just have to count it as a loss and try something else.” It was almost impressive how easily he shrugged after saying this. “Firstly, we need to ensure Solaris is high in the sky. As bright as he can be! Your magic will be extra potent with his blessing!” He briefly put a hand on her shoulder before quickly snatching it away upon making contact. He almost behaved as if he touched a hot stovetop and tucked the hand beneath his arm holding his staff. As strange as the moment was, he continued.

“You don’t seem so great at producing light on your own, so instead, focus on gathering it from around you. The established elite mages of Illuminata might say it’s a crutch since you’re relying on an outside source for your magic but those fools lost the war and you, my dear friend are not a mage. Magic can simply be a spare tool or weapon for someone like you.”

tldr

Mister Luum keeps watch of Bardulf and Masako. While considering Masako being a potential threat, he thinks of how he would violently act if Masako presented ill will toward the human. Deep in thought, Mister Luum barely registers Zeva’s inquiry on where to start with magic training, and he gives her a mouthful to think about while also contradicting some of his previous statements.

Avalia

Time: Noon → Evening
Location: Roshmi City → Camp
Interaction: @princess Mari, @Alivefalling Aerilyn, [@Apex Sunset] Scathael, [@Shining Sector] FIVE

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Like a wild animal, Thraash indulged in the contents of the pot, taking huge gulps of the hot meaty, savory stew. He had initially planned on getting one solid gulp in, but the pot’s contents were too good not to go for a few more servings. Damn, this is good! Thraash was in the middle of his third gulp when a rock crashed into shoulder. It didn’t do much to harm him but it did cause Thraash to have a moment of pause. Still holding the pot by his maw, he shot his piercing amber glare toward Aerilyn.

“Fuck you.” He said plainly before he licked a dribble of the stew running down the side of the pot. Despite his reply, he ceased his devouring of stew and set the pot back in place. “Solid cookin’ though. Try adding more-” Thraash cut himself off as he watched Five lift Mari off the ground. He turned his body to face the two, ready to scrap with the metal man again if it came to it. He’d probably end up a dead man but he was itching for the thrill of it. His desires, however, would not be met this night.

Mari being who she was, knew exactly how to talk things out. It was a greatest quirk, and even better than the tricks she could accomplish with her magic. Thraash could reluctantly admit that her silver tongue got the two out of plenty of messes in the past. It took almost no time for her to be lowered down by Five. He even apologized for his actions. Solid. He couldn’t help but let loose a small chuckle before approaching Mari.

“So we found someone that can fix ‘em? Good shit, Mari but I was really hopin’ I could start calling the tin-can, Four or somethin.’” As the distance between him and his long-time companion closed, he spoke slightly more sincerely. Just slightly. “You good? And I’m coming along for the meet. I can probably add a little flavor of intimidation while you work on hagglin’ with this Scathael guy. Maybe threaten to take his arm if he tries to rack up the price on Five’s repairs.” Thraash couldn’t help but flash a toothy grin.

Avalia

【Ｔｉｍｅ】 Night
【Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ】 North Pass
【Ｉｎｔｅｒａｃｔｉｏｎｓ】 None
【Ｅｑｕｉｐｍｅｎｔ】 Magic infused collar | Simple bow | Coin pouch | Various herbal satchels | Simple bone dagger

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When the tables turned on the monkey man due to Cyrene’s craftiness, he did what he did best. Eros had a knack for being crafty himself. With bristled hairs, Eros rolled his body in one direction, freeing his torso before just as rapidly rolling his body in the opposite direction to free his feet.

With a grunt and a red glow to his irises, he hopped to his feet, glaring into Cyrene's eyes filled with desperation.

“Don’t. You. Dare!” Eros growled as the rope was being torn.

Cyrene looked up at Eros with the last strands of fibers in her mouth. Pausing as she thought about it, she ripped her head back with a jerk snapping the last of the fibers. Finally, she managed to free her hands as her wrists held the last bit of the rope around them. Standing to her feet she looked at the searing-eyed Eros “I will honor my agreement but I will NOT be held in chains.” Her eyes narrowed on the man as she attempted to size him up. “You help me. I help you. With mutual respect given. I will not be your captor or anyone else’s.” Her tone was firm as each word was enunciated slowly and fully to ensure he understood her words.

A snarl was escaping through Eros’ gritted teeth as his eyes illuminated in the darkness of night. The desire to beat Cyrene until she could hardly move crossed his mind. All it would take was a sudden pounce and a well-placed strike. As prepared as he was to do just that, a chirp from Beebee caused him to narrow his eyes. Another chirp filled the air, causing Eros to let out a low grunt as he straightened his posture.

Cyrenes eyes flicked between the small creature and Eros noticing his change of tune as the creature appeared to communicate with him.

“Fine! I’ll only tie you up when I need rest. But I am not helping you. I am helping myself get enough amas to… To feel like I’m free, I guess.” Cyrene’s brow raised slightly at his comment as he let out a second grunt. “You can walk ahead while I gather my rope… A rope that you ruined,” He grumbled as he gathered it up. She’ll pay for that. I don’t care what Beebee thinks.

Taking a few reluctant steps, she looked at him as he grathered the rope continuing to grumble to himself. Rubbing her wrists as she turned back around she followed his instructions and continued to walk the path that appeared to have been traveled a time or two. I could run.. Cyrene thought for a moment as her eyes darted around the foliage that engulfed them. However, Elrand snuck into her mind once more. His toothy grin and deep chuckle echoed as the hairs on her arms raised. She wrapped her arms around herself tightly as if a protective instinct took over her.

A friendly chirp came from Beebee as he hovered over her right shoulder. Cyrenes eyes met the small creature’s as she offered it a smile as his large black eyes peered upon her curiously. He chirped once more as he rotated his body to face behind her, almost as if to draw her attention to the fact that Eros was absent.

Seeing the small creature's reaction she stopped to look behind her, scanning for Eros as she realized that he hadn’t been following her. “Where’d he go?” she asked the tiny creature. Unfortunately, all he did was chirp again. Beebee was far below having the intuition and communication skills of other animals but for some odd reason, Eros didn't make it seem this way. Loneliness was a hell of a thing…

“Ha!” Eros’ voice boomed as he ran from his tent, causing Cyrene to jump slightly at the outburst. Now equipped with a few extra items. He was wearing a backpack, had a bow with a quiver of iron-tipped arrows, and a wooden spear in hand. Cyrene watched Eros jog towards her and yet again, Beebee chirped. Looking over at Beebee she smiled softly before it fell as Eros re-approched.

“That seems a bit excessive”

“Excessive? Tch.” Cyrene's eyes scanned over all the items he carried with him. If he thought of using any of those things against Erland he would be quickly humbled. “Planning on hunting game with that?”

“Hmm.” He gave a guttural hum as he poked his index finger right between her shoulder blades, against her spine. “Walk forward Siren. My tools are none of your concern. Focus on which you’ve been poor at. Walk!” Eros demanded.

Letting out a heavy sigh match with an eye roll, Cyrene began to move one foot in front of the other once again. “You know… I could have just ran when you weren’t looking. But I didn’t… So maybe a little more respect would be nice.” she said between gritted teeth as her eyes stayed focused on the trail in front of them.

“Respect? Heh… Hehehahahaha! Respect?! For a Siren?! A flesh eater? A murderer? Beebee, do you hear this?” Eros was finally smiling again. Beebee let out a chirp as he found his place over Eros’ right shoulder. “Right. I shouldn't commend a Siren for being bad at being a deceitful wretch. If anything, I’m only grateful for having such an easy catch to sell. You walk. I talk. My amas will stack high as the nest of a falk. Heh. That's how things-”

THUMP Before Eros could finish his sentence Cyrene’s fist met his face with a strong force, enough to knock him slightly back as it planted against his cheek. Her brows were furrowed in anger and frustration as she stood in front of him. “Kiss my tail, you stupid monkey boy.” She knew he would retaliate but she promised herself she would never be silent any longer. “I hope you choke on those Amas. You don't know me.” She turned back around and began to march off in the same direction, this time with more aggressive steps as she growled under her breath. She continued marching even as Beebee chirped repetitively from where she had left Eros to taste her wrath.

Quick and deadly the wooden spear flew. Its blunt base crashed violently into the back of Cyrene's head. As it made contact with her, Cyrene stumbled over her feet before swiftly turning back with furrowed brows. Her hand reached for the back of her head while she grit her teeth. She had to stop every fiber in her being from tackling the monkey boy but it wouldn’t get her anywhere. Instead, she reached down and grabbed the spear from the ground, taking a moment to admire the craftsmanship on it, she tossed it down towards his feet. “You dropped this,” she said before turning back around and continuing to walk as she huffed under her breath.

“You just can't help but lie. I threw this-” Eros picked the weapon up from the ground. “-at your big thick head. Strike me again and I'll show you my true strength. Two orcs, remember that. Two!” Eros trailed behind her with his hairs still slightly bristled. Cyrene was hard proof that acquiring wealth was never easy, no matter the method.

“Two small ones maybe….” She said in a snarky tone as she twirled her hand in the air with a flourish. She couldn’t help but hold back a grin as she could tell she was getting under Eros’s skin. They hadn’t even made it out of viewing distance of the shore yet and already she was testing him. This was going to be fun.

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Since the last spat, the trek to Roshmi had remained relatively quiet on the path going south. Sucking of teeth here, low grunts there, but all in all peaceful albeit only several minutes had spanned. The greater and lesser moon provided enough illumination for the two to not require a torch light.

But even low visibility was not enough to shroud the two from the desires of foul beasts. Eros’ ears twitched ever so slightly as he picked up the very faint sounds of steps. One, two, four… no. So many pattering feet! The steps were coming from the thick wooded area to the right of the dirt path.

“Halt, siren.” Eros’ eyes glared in the direction of the faint steps that suddenly stopped the moment he spoke. “We have curious friends or hungry adversaries.”

Cyrene stopped at Eros’ concerned tone, looking back she paused to see his expression focused on the surroundings around him. Her eyes darted slowly back and forth trying to catch a glimpse of movement off in the darkness.

Catching a glimmer of light in the corner of her eye she noticed a long stave shaped stick, if something was coming after them it was better than nothing. Reaching down she slowly grabbed it, careful to not make any sudden moves.

Eros let out a gruff grunt before stepping forth adamantly.

“Leave this to me. You won't be worth much if you're scarred or missing a piece.” Holding his wooden spear firm with both hands, he raised it overhead. “BRING IT ON FOUL BEASTS! I, Eros Amaris of North Pass will crush- will run you through! I said come! Come and face my might!” He had shouted suddenly.

Letting out a drawn-out sigh she looked over at the large stick she held. She tossed it off to the side as she took a step back to the famous Eros of North Pass to handle the situation. Perhaps if she was lucky, whatever was lurking out there would eat him and she wouldn’t have much to worry about anyone.

Walking towards a large tree she turned to lean against it, her eyes settled on Eros as he prepared his attack. Too bad the lurking beasts acted before he did and burst from the treeline with one flying over the two and placing itself closest to Cyrene. The other two beasts raised and spread their wings as they bared their jagged teeth. Their pale faces and red eyes could strike fear into the heart of the unprepared traveler, their antlers and talons tipped sharp enough to gore or slash the most formidable of prey, and their wings gave them the ability to move swiftly to avoid those daring to fight back. Eros and Cyrene found themselves being pincered by three fierce perytons!

Avalia

Darius by@FunnyGuy and Dante by @Alivefalling

Time: Evening
Location: Gaurav Village
Interactions:
Equipment: 2 shot glasses, 1036 Amas total, Flowers from Phia, Dante’s cellphone, and Dante’s knife

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“Anything?! What’s the last thing you remember then?” Darius was quite perplexed upon learning that Dante had not remembered the events of the battle against the roc. Darius had been slightly worried before but now he was wondering if Dante was suffering from something below the surface.

Dante tried to recall the encounter but the last thing he remembered was the roc flapping a powerful gust of wind toward the group. He had guessed the massive creature’s attack had been the cause of the lapse in his memory. However, this was far from the truth.

“The gust of wind, I think… I figured something having to do with that knocked me out.” Dante shrugged simply but Darius’ raised eyebrow caused him to doubt his recollection of things. Darius shook his head as the two continued through the dim-lit village. To the two men, the fact that no one had no one had yet railroaded their path, meant they were moving stealthily enough despite their conversation that lacked any noise discipline.

“Not even close. That was easy to handle…” Darius glanced down at Dante’s leg where his pants were slightly torn. “Easy for me, I mean. You got tagged but it wasn’t anything to worry about. Anyway, the bird went after Phia but Menzai jumped in at the last minute to save her…” Darius winced as he remembered initially seeing Menzai missing his arm. Even now, it was a sight that would be difficult for him to face. Such an injury meant so many things to Darius. The morbidity of the world he and his brother were now a part of, a sacrifice he wished wasn’t necessary to save a life, how truly unprepared he was to face even just the natural threats of Avalia, and more importantly, his inability to prevent Menzai’s dismemberment. Menzai’s missing arm caused these feelings to surface, so Darius decided he would continue to avert his gaze upon their guardian wolf.

And though Dante, didn’t remember anything, Darius was sure his brother was confronted with his own demons at that moment. As Darius continued, things began to piece together in his head. During their two weeks of being here, it was mentioned that they would both have to maintain control of their emotions since their magic was strongly tied to them, even more so than the typical Avalian.

“And then?” Dante pressed as Darius left a few seconds of dead air between them.

“He lost his arm and then you… snapped. You lost it and I don’t know what you did exactly but the roc was done for. Your earth magic pretty much did the thing in but you wouldn’t stop. I pulled the cord.” Darius made a hand gesture of putting his index fingers together, side-by-side before pulling them away from each other to illustrate him going outside of the radius that allowed them to tap into their magical abilities.

There was a brief moment of silence as Dante had a feeling of what may have happened but wasn’t willing to share. Meanwhile, Darius found that he didn’t like retelling the incident and wished he hadn’t been the one to inform Dante.

“Oh…” Was all Dante could muster.

“Yeah… Um, I think we’re close to where our reward is being kept. It’s some good stuff, we’re gonna need more for whatever comes next.”

“We have to get stronger.”

“We will. That’s gonna happen again.” The two looked at each other and gave a firm nod in unison, silently affirming this covenant between them.

Avalia

Time: Evening
Location: Aboard the Righteous Tern, Northbound on the Eastern Sea
Interaction: Zeva @Pink Khione
Mention: Bardulf, Masako @dreamingflowers
Equipment:Fancy Ring, Cold Ring, Oak Wood Staff IS BACK, Brown Leather Fingerless Channeling Gloves (not worn), Transmission Bracelet, 659 Amas.

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“Well, I guess that’s all I need to know for now. Train Bardulf, huh? Definitely. Guess I’ll ask him about his weird ea-”

Good… I’d hate what I’d have to consider doing to you if you pushed the topic. What a waste that would be. Despite the grim thought, Mister Luum kept up his pleasant expression, if those familiar with him could call it that. That constant cheery smile of his had always accompanied his nonsensical ways. An expression that was initially welcoming could in time garner irritation. It was something most if not all would believe he was oblivious to but the middle-aged elven mage knew what he was doing. He always knew what he was doing… and that might be one of the most unsettling mysteries of the enigma that was Mister Luum.
Just as Zeva’s attention had been affixed to his display of magic, Mister Luum found his sights locked on Zeva’s attempt to accomplish something similar to what he had just performed. Something that was simply child’s play for him was like forcing a large boulder to budge for the young elf. She accomplished so little but her effort was something to admire. For Mister Luum, magic had always seemed spectacular and was something he could speak and ponder about for hours at a time, especially that of light magic. There were many theories on the topic, showing that even the magically inclined denizens of Avalia still lacked all the answers to it. Perhaps that’s part of what always allured Mister Luum to it.

“Wow, I haven’t seen a lot of warforged but this one’s so pretty! Wonder if she’s strong too…”

“Strong… Ehhh, they did not do much to help us win the war. They were built to fight, sure but they lack things that make truly good soldiers. Hmm…” Mister Luum looked on as the Bardulf approached the warforged before he could elaborate further. His words had been interrupted by the wheels turning in his head more so than normal. “I think you’re onto something, Zeva. A warforged could prove useful to us. To give purpose to a compact war machine without a purpose. Genius!” Mister Luum’s eyes lit up as if he had just won a table at one of Roshmi’s gambling halls. It seemed like his attention was completely taken by the idea until he used his staff to softly tap the hand Zeva had conjured magic with.

“An old teacher of mine, and she was very old by the way, once told me that magic is easy for everyone and that the hard part is figuring two things: The talent of your magic that comes more naturally to you and how to apply that talent to whatever else you can do… or want to do. Projection, imbuement, shaping, channeling, bending, and a bunch of other things are different areas that some are better at than others.” He shrugged. “Stick with us, and I’ll ensure you won’t need a fancy school to be incredible… I did of course but you won’t, I assure you.” He gave her an assuring wink, though how can someone be sure when it’s Mister Luum?

tldr

Mister Luum is glad that Zeva did not push on the subject of Bardulf. Despite her minor display of magic, Mister Luum is actually glad to see Zeva making an attempt at it. He ponders the idea of the usefulness of a warforged before considering obtaining the one on deck but does not reveal why of course. It can’t be good.

He then gives Zeva reassuring words on practicing magic and finding her talent to focus on.