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Name

𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚆𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚢

Age

𝟹𝟽

Place of Residence

𝟹𝟽𝟸 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊 𝙰𝚟𝚎.

Personality Traits

Dependable

• 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.

Intelligent

• 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚎𝚔, 𝙿𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎.

Kindness

• 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

Weak willed

• 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚊𝚢, 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜.

Background

𝙸𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝y, 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢. 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚓𝚊𝚋𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙, 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚍. 𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙷𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚜, 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠. 𝙰 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚎.

𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙷𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚜. 𝙸𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜'𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍. 𝙽𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚋𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢. 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢. 𝙱𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟻𝟶𝟶𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚝, 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚙𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑.

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𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢.

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Status: Alive / Injured
Location: Nemnons Fighting grounds
Response: @Redpandagamer@Forsythe@Kumbaris@searat

Thaddeus found himself spitting some blood out of the side of his mouth as the air that flowed through his nose came in raspy sheers through the broken passages that would slowly begin to heal and mend themselves. Mesmers were notorious for healing almost immediately no matter the damage but Nemnons ability to cause great damage with little effort was troublesome, even to him. Nemnon if he realized it or not had mysterious powers that none of the other elfs had. Once upon a time Thaddeus had been curious to know what made the pale elf so different from his peers. But much like anything from back than, he had lost interest in knowing, getting old and living long years could do that and no one who lives beyond one hundred years could escape that fact. "You can torture me all you like, but you will never get the satisfaction you seek. I told you before that I did not kill your daughter Nemnon, I loved your daughter." "You lie!" Nemnon would backhand Thaddeus across the face splitting his cheek open like a banana peel. Thaddeus looked back, dark blood making its way down his chin. "I watched Mesmer.. watched as you drove your sword through her chest and pierced her heart! This very sword..." Nemnon raised the blade in his hand, to the pale elf it was almost like a short sword in compared to his size. He looked at the blade than back at Thaddeus with, a devilish smirk crossed the lips of the pale elf. "It is almost irony that the one weakness you possess can be caused by the very blade you wield." Thaddeus found himself screaming in pain as his own sword plunged deep into his shoulder and cindered his flesh with the dragons breath magic that enchanted the blade.

Dragon magic... the one weakness all Mesmer possess, the only true way to wound you... to kill you.." Nemnon ripped the blade free from Thaddeus's arm, the wound in his shoulder was cauterized already from the heat of the blade leaving a slit that went from front to back of his shoulder. Thaddeus could feel the tree behind him still cindering from being touched by his blade. "Do what you will, I am not afraid to die here. I go with regret but I am not afraid." Thaddeus was defiant towards Nemnon, the reality though was he could not imagine how the pale elf had found out about dragons magic being the bane of a Mesmer's existence. That didn't matter right now, what mattered was that he was in more danger than when he was first brought to this field. Nemnon lost his grin as Thaddeus would show him no fear, in one quick decisive blow the blade slashed down the Mesmers chest, his clothing cindered almost instantly as long shallow draw line was cindered through his skin from the base of his throat to his waistline. Thaddeus gritted his teeth from the pain as the pale elf than slashed him across the chest from side to side. "I will make you beg for death Mesmer, I will make you cry out for mercy, the same way she cried for mercy. You... you will not die easy like her, your very last breath will be of pain."

Nemnon spat the words out viciously at the Mesmer, it was almost like pure venom for the ears. Out of nowhere a low chuckle would come from Thaddeus as his chest heaved in and out heavily from the damage he was sustaining. "You can kill me pale elf, but if you do than you will never find true justice for your daughter. I know who really took her life that night, if you believe it or not, it makes no difference because I am not dyeing here today, I will not die before I've had my revenge against that person. So do your worse you half breed shite." Thaddeus felt the fist smash into his face as his sunglasses were shattered almost instantly, his head slamming back against the tree again. Nemnon was already pulling his fist back to give another decisive blow but he was interrupted suddenly by the arrival of a large group of elves. The eldest one in front would step forward and place a fist on his chest and bowed before Nemnon. [color=gray][/color]"আমাদের একটা সমস্যা আছে, ভ্রমণকারীরা একটি ড্রাগনের অধিকারী। এটা শক্তিশালী। আমরা এর সাথে কোনও মিল নেই, তাদের সাথে একটি ছোট ছেলে রয়েছে, সম্ভবত আমরা তাকে অপহরণ করতে পারি এবং অন্যদের বশীভূত করতে তাকে ব্যবহার করতে পারি। (We have a problem, the travelers possess a dragon. It is strong. We are no match for it, there is a young boy with them, perhaps we can kidnap him and use him to subdue the others.") Thaddeus looked up slowly, his usual non challan look was gone. Boy? There was no way it was Thomas, it couldn't be, he had mesmerized the boy before leaving.

Unfortunately the Mesmer's emotion gave away to Nemnon who noticed the perking up when the boy was mentioned. He cocked his head idly as a thought occurred to him that had not before. He was so blinded by his need for revenge he never truly considered why the Mesmer had come back here so willingly and had been so easy to capture. "Kill the boy." Nemnons words were direct and sudden, Thaddeus felt his ire rise as his face became a vicious snarl, "You touch the boy and I will rip your throat out you half breed!"Nemnon would smile as the outburst from Thaddeus was all he needed to confirm that he indeed did care for the boy, maybe even the whole group itself. Damn it, Thaddeus would chide himself silently, his outburst had been so sudden that even he couldn't stop it from happening. Raw acts of emotion were not usually things the Mesmer was prone too but the mere mention of Thomas being killed had driven him to do just that. There was no doubt that Thomas meant everything to him, the boy had grown on him, to the point where he did the dumbest thing he could have done. "Its seem that the mesmer has developed relationships, you were a distraction weren't you, so that group could make it through here more safely? Clever. ছেলেটিকে আমার কাছে নিয়ে এসো। বাকিগুলোকে মেরে ফেলো, এটা নাও, এটা সেই ড্রাগনকে পাঠাতে তোমাকে অনেক সাহায্য করবে। (Bring me the boy. Kill the rest, take this, it will help you greatly in dispatching that dragon.)"

Nemnon would toss Thaddeus's sword to the elf whelp who caught it and nodded his head in understanding. But before that elf could even turn to leave another elf would leap foreword and drive a crude blade straight into the chest of the elf holding Thaddeus's sword. The look of shock on the elfs face was great as he fell forward, the sword would free from his grip as it caught by the one who had stabbed him. Without hesitation the elf threw the sword blade first. It would slap the tree where Thaddeus was, it would cut through at an angle as the blade would slit through the bindings that held the Mesmer to the tree. Falling to his feel Thaddeus would grab his sword and rip it away just in time to see Nemnon grab the elf Thaddeus has mesmerized and crush his throat with little to no problem killing him instantly. "Clever." Nemnon spoke almost matter of fact as he wiped the blue blood from his hand. Reaching his hand back, one of his lieutenants would emerge carrying a great two bladed sword that was as long as Thaddeus was tall and as thick.

"I will admit I did not believe you could do that to one of my warriors, but it is of no consequence. I would rather slice you apart piece by piece anyways. However... a dragon is troublesome, even for me, so I will make you an offer. I will let them make it out of the woods unharmed but they must watch me kill you first, especially the boy. I do not know what he means to you but obviously he means much to you. The only thing better than killing you is making sure the pain of your death is forced on those who love you. My warriors will escort them here unharmed and than we will fight to the death. That or I will order them to attack that group until even the dragon is overwhelmed." Thaddeus glared at Nemnon, if he liked it or not that deal that had just been offered was the best alternative. These woods were filled with elves ready to die for Nemnon, enough to overwhelm them all, "Fine... but if I win you let all of us walk out of these woods unharmed. Nemnon would nod his head in agreement, he was confident that he would not lose and it was easy to see in his demeanor. With a flick of his wrist he sent his top lieutenants to approach the group.

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Thomas rubbed his butt quietly as the situation around them seemed to worsen with every second, maybe it was his naivety or his being so young but the very prospect of what was transpiring was exciting to him, he felt like he was on a real adventure for the first time in his life. He had never elves like this before, he had heard about them from his father but to see them now up close.. it was exciting and the vines too, they were so life like almost like they had a mind of their own, or did they? These questions and many more ran through his head even when Shina was asking him if his father had known he was there. Of course his father didn't know he was here, he would never allow Thomas to put himself in such a situation, he knew it was going to be dangerous the moment his father mesmerized him or at least he let him think he did. Truth be told he had done it so much to Thomas that he had found a way to dull the affects and avoid them all together if he did it right without his father knowing. It was simple really, you just had to divert your gaze away from the center of his eyes, only, this was hard to do because it only took a second to snare you so you had to guess when he was going to do it so you could take that second to divert. Technical was the word for it not that Thomas was looking for such a word either way. He did sort of feel bad for Malvo though, his father would put him through the ringer for letting Thomas escape and with his dagger at that.

Slowly it did dawn on him through, the reality of the situation, where was his father. For the first time he looked around and his became almost sullen. His excitement started to dissipate as he listened to the conversations now and realized his father was not here at all. Rudolph however with his question of finding Thaddeus dead was what made it very real for Thomas, made him realize that his father was in danger and none of them really knew where he was. He swallowed pretty hard as a few tears caught in his eyes, when he heard his father was alive he was almost filled with joy, he had to go rescue him, which was his mistake when he turned from the group taking out his compass and finding northeast, he tried to run in that direction while everyone was discussing things when he suddenly felt a strong pair of arms wrap around him and pick him up off the ground. He felt a sharpened metal blade go to the side of his throat.

"Enough, you will come with us or this boy will die. Nemnon invites you to a fight to the death between him and Thaddeus. If you come willingly none of you will be harmed, if you resist than we will take you by force, dragon or not." Feinor spoke very directly, to the dragon in particular as it seemed to be fixated on the boy and Thaddeus for that matter. He tightened his grip on Thomas and made it clear that if any of them tried anything he would slice his throat from side to side. "You will follow me now, to the battle grounds, once your friend falls to Nemnon your safety has been assured, you will watch." With that the musclar elf backed away with Thomas in hand, the other elves in the trees advanced once more and started to form a tight circle around the group.

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Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Status: Alive / Injured
Location: Nemnons Fighting grounds
Response: @Redpandagamer@Forsythe@Kumbaris@searat

"Don't worry you all I got this!" A young voice rang out over the group... alittle too loud just before there was a shattering of glass and a blaze went up on the vines almost instantly. "No evil trees shall hurt you while I am here!" Another shattering of glass, this time it had clearly come from the back of the wagon they had with them. Finally from inside the cart a young boy would appear holding a bottle of rum with an old sock stuffed inside of it, taking the flint and steel he quickly went about trying to light that third bottle. He never saw the attack coming as a vine whipped out and grabbed at his ankle and pulled him forward, he tumbling forward smacking into the soft dirt of the road the makeshift cocktail rolling away from his hand. "Owwww... that hurt you jerky vine..." Thomas rubbed his head as he sat up, the moment he did though a vine sprounted out between his legs and wrapped around his throat. He struggled against it as he felt his air supply choke off, he tried to remove it but the vine was just too strong for him. Grabbing at his belt he frantically searched around before his hand would hit the hilt of a large dagger that looked alot like the one Malvo had on his belt back in town. With a solid strike he cut through the vine like butter with the dagger. Gagging hard he turned over, his cheeks and face red while he tried to get some air into his lungs. The vines did not relent as four more popped out of the ground and raced forward to grab Thomas and completely restrain him this time.

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Status: Alive / Injured
Location: Nemnons Fighting grounds
Response: @Redpandagamer@Forsythe@Kumbaris@searat

The rain was falling in drenching sheets, it beat against the trees above so hard that it broke the canopy and slashed at the group below. thunder cracked with a titan like ferocity as the very air seemed to electrify, the ground would shake against the inhuman storm raging above. With a flash of lightning so bright the entire area would light up below revealing a stand off. One one side sat Thaddeus with a young female elf in his possession, his arm was wrapped under her throat, her feet dangling a few feet above the ground. Purple eyes glowed against the lightning strike, in front of the Mesmer were four elfs, they were standing completely still, their eyes blank and open wide as if they were hypnotized. The opposite side a large pale Elf stood, a sword grasped in his hand tightly as he stared into the eyes of Thaddeus with hatred. ”Give me my sword Nemnon or I will kill Izzael, I won’t ask again.” Thaddeus’s voice was cold as he spoke, merciless almost, he would glare at Nemnon tightening his arm around the young Elfs throat. She would gag against the strong forearm in her throat, she struggled but to no real avail.

Go. . Le.. t . G.. o” Nemnon would speak but his english was broken and fragmented. It was obvious that he was at the mercy of Thaddeus, Nemnon would slowly lower himself to his knees slamming the sword into the ground. N..O. . .H.ur…t, T..ak . E. S..w..o..RD” Thaddeus would move his eyes off Nemnon and too one of his enthralled slaves, as soon as they made eye contact the elf would move forward and slowly touch the sword plunged into the wet dirt and ripped it free. Turning to face Thaddeus he would throw the blade into the air and across the small vance. The sword free from Nemnons grasp Thaddeus would release his grip on the young Elf woman and push her away from himself, she would slap the muddy ground as she attempted to get some air in her lungs. Thaddeus would raise his hand up as he glared at the young woman upon the ground: ”I’m sorry.” In the next couple seconds Thaddeus’s sword would impale itself through her chest and slam into the dirt below. Nemnons scream was deafening, almost ear drum breaking, before Thaddeus could react he felt a huge fist connect with his chest, there was a sickening crack as blood flew from his mouth just before he launched off his feet and slammed into the tree behind him leaving a feint imprint of himself as he fell forward to the ground.

Thaddeus would open his eyes slowly and raise his head, looking around silently he would see almost fifty warrior-like elves surrounding him. He would try to move his body but he would find that he was constrained entirely and whatever was doing it was almost impossible to break, even for him. His head was ringing, he was fairly certain that Nemnon had found a way to cut him off and knock him out but he was really straining to recall the memory of it. ”Two hundred years I have waited.” Thaddeus would look up at the sound of a familiar voice, above him towering was Nemnon himself and clutched in his hand was his sword. Thaddeus would narrow his eyes as his sword being in another's hand made him enraged, he struggled against the bindings but could not even stretch them. ”Don’t bother, they are special bind. Made just for Mesmer like you. Made from the tendons of a very rare creature here in the wood.” ”Take your hands off my sword Elf..” When the fist entered his stomach the tree he was tied too would creak against the pressure formed from just that single blow. Spit mixed with a little blood exploded from Thaddeus’s mouth and onto Nemnons lower chest.

”Two hundred years I wait for you, planning, hating, killing, an now you are under my control, much like you did me before you kill my daughter.” Nemnon was bending down now, his face was right in Thaddeus’s, close enough he could smell the rancid breath of the pale elf. Without any caution at all he would slam his head forward and crack Nemnon straight in the head forcing the huge elf to back away pulling a large hand to his hand. Slowly a darkened midnight blue blood was draining between his fingers. For that Nemon would punch Thaddeus clean in the center of his face, instantly breaking his nose and making an light head shaped imprint in the tree behind him. ”Mesmer are strong… learn first hand… now we see just how much… you take before die. It no more fitting that you die in the same place as my daughter.” Feeling Nemnons large beefy fingers wrap over his throat the Mesmer could do naught but take it, at least for the time being.

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Status: Alive / Well
Location: In the Ancient Wood
Response: @Redpandagamer@Forsythe@Kumbaris@searat

Shina would have no idea just how right she was when she felt the eyes on them, high up in a tree out of their sight, a large paled Elf stood, besides him on each side were two other elves. The first elf was a distinct darkened hue of blue, standing at a height of 5'11" his face was painted to take the appearance of a blackened skull, his hair was long and dread down his well muscled back. The other Elf stood on the other side, this one stood at about 5'6", had long unruly braided hair, her face too was painted with the same blackened skull, her eyes were fierce, orange, unlike the other elf whose eyes were a deep purple. দুটা গোট আছে, এটা একক মানুহ আৰু আনটো হৈছে এলভৰ ছদ্মবেশত এটা সৰু গোট। (There are two groups, one is a solo man and the other is a small group disguised as elves.) The male elf to the left spoke lowly, his voice scratchy and deep. The largest of the trio grunted deeply, his large muscled bulged as he looked in the direction of the lone man who had come in first. আমি তেওঁলোকক হত্যা কৰা উচিত নেকি (Should we just kill them all?) The female Elf spoke coldly as she slowly looked upon the imposters below them. নহয়।।। মানুহজন কেৱল বিভ্ৰান্তি। তেওঁ মোৰ মনোযোগ আকৰ্ষণ কৰিবলৈ চেষ্টা কৰি আছে যাতে এই গোটটো অক্ষত অৱস্থাত পাৰ হ'ব পাৰে। সেইবোৰ ধৰি মোৰ ওচৰলৈ আনিব, জীয়াই ৰাখিব। মানুহজন আমাৰ ওচৰলৈ আহিব বা মই ক'ব লাগে, মেচমাৰ (No.. leave them, I want the man or should I say Mesmer..., they are nothing. Get your strongest warriors Feinor, Akilian. That lone man does not leave this wood alive for if he does than you two will face my wrath. Memnon watched with an animal like glare that betrayed his intelligence, the Mesmer had returned finally, the mesmer who killed his daughter, come to die. The other two Elfs bowed to Nemnon and quickly disappeared through the trees, Nemnons eyes glowed a furious red. Down below the wood would come alive as the Elves started to move, they quickly headed in the direction of Thaddeus, swinging over the heads of Shina and the others in quick succession, leaving nothing but a shower of dead leaves and broken branches showering over their heads.

Out of nowhere Nemnon would slam down in front of the ground, the impact would cause the ground to stir up and shake a bit vioently. His red eyes peered at the ground but did not last long as he disappeared in the blink of an eye at a speed that was not common for such a creature. The only thing left was the impact in the ground that extended down a few good feet in every direction. In the distance they could hear one word from the paled elf which even in their native tongue was not hard to translate. থাডেউচ!!! (MESMER!!!)

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Status: Alive / Well
Location: Outside the Tavern
Response: @Redpandagamer@Forsythe@Kumbaris@searat

"If there another way I would happily reveal it my lady but there isn't. An if I had known it would come these woods to reach our goal I would have said something earlier. Either way we are here now, and I promised to help, I do not go back on my word. Besides.. don't worry, she whipped me with her tail earlier and I didnt have a scratch. So I will be fine." Thaddeus raised his eyebrows as he gave Shina a reassuring but goofy smile. He turned to look at the road, he could see the tree line from where they were. The dense foliage would mocked them all as it blew freely in the wind letting some light into the darkness that lay within.

"Try to enter at least fiften minutes after I do, if everything works like it should than the attention will be on me... trust me, Nemnon won't give up the chance to..." Thaddeus went silent as he chose not to finish his train of thought, in fact as he ran off and quickly disappeared down the road one would have said had been... standoffish in that one moment.

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Status: Alive / Well
Location: Outside the Tavern
Response: @Redpandagamer@Forsythe@Kumbaris@searat

"First and only Lord of the woods?" Thaddeus cocked his head a little bit at the mention of Memnon in such a manner. Truth be told he had no real idea there was a legend, he supposed there could be one but he had just never heard it before. Either way there was an edge in the Wizards voice when he spoke, a subtle hint of worry in the undertones. "I am not sure about 'Lord of the Woods' I have never heard of him referred to in such a manner. I ran across him many long years ago when I first came to these lands, I had traveled from the north east of the wood."

~In his mind Thaddeus would recall his very first image of Nemnon, he could still see himself standing before a gigantic beast of an elf that towered above him. His skin was pale, much paler than the rest of them, almost a sickly shade of blue. His eyes were bloodshot, red mixed with milky white behind the glowing orange orbs in his skull. His ears long and taunt, pointed at the tips and stretched below where the lobe meant the ear. He was muscular, almost unbelievably so, as if his very skin was stretched to the point of breaking, veins deeply pushed out as if in an eternal pose. The markings though were the part that had drawn his attention, the black markings that canvassed his body, it was not of ink but rather the markings looked like they had been burned and charred into the skin by an intense flame. His body was a canvas of ancient lettering and deep gouges.~

"Were talking about a pale bluish skinned Elf right? About eight to nine feet tall, heavily musclar and covered in scars depicting some kind of dead lanuage, correct? Strong enough to do this?" Thaddeus would pull his shirt down to reveal an fading but deepened indentation in his chest that took the form of a rather formidable fist, it was discolored compared to the rest of his skin.. "I don't know what you have heard about him but he nearly crushed my ribcage, so I can confirm that he is quite formidable and hellishly strong. Its not often I recieve a scar that does not completely heal."

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Status: Alive / Well
Location: Outside the Tavern
Response: @Redpandagamer@Forsythe@Kumbaris@searat

"It won't work, at least not if 'HE' is watching." Thaddeus had been horridly silent as the others went over their plans to traverse Wild Elf territory. An illusion spell was a good idea and under different circumstances it would work, wild elves were not the most intelligent of species. In fact one would consider them little more than tribals who lived on instinct alone instead of any kind of socialized structure. The only problem however was there was one who was a notch above the rest of the Wild Elves, one who would be capable of detecting an illusion spell no matter how adequeatly it was cast or how well they were actually concealed. This elf was stronger, faster, and smarter than the rest. "I am sure that some of you have heard tales of Nemnon? Most don't consider this elf more than a myth but I have seen him before even if it was just once, that one sighting alone, I can assure you he is very real, and if he notices us he will no doubt see through our deception and alert the other wild elfs." Thaddeus silently peered down the road which lead to their destination, Nemnon was ruthless and even more so hated outsiders, however there was one he hated more above all else. "I am not jumping for joy over this suggestion but let me go first, Nemnon and me have a small... history from our meeting all those years ago, I am almost positive if he spots me he will throw all his attention on me and you lot could pass through unnoticed with the illusion spell." Thaddeus made the suggestion to the group without really considering weather or not they said yes or no as he had already made up his mind anyways. Nemnon would notice them long before they got through these accursed woods, especially if Thaddeus was with them. The Mesmer was not short of enemies who wished to see him dead, that much was true.

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Status: Alive / Well
Location: Outside the Tavern
Response: @Redpandagamer@Forsythe@Kumbaris@searat

Theme Song

279 Years prior

"Stupid skeletons!" Thaddeus screamed furiously as he punched the old charred bones straight in the ribcage, the ancient calcium would crack and splinter as the skeleton exploded into pieces all over the ground. With one knee hitting the dirt Thaddeus breathed hard, his chest heaving in and out in a quick rhythm. ”You can’t hide behind those bone puppets forever!” Thaddeus screamed angrily getting back to his feet and charging Xevoaren, without the slightest hesitation the black dragon raised another pile of bones from the ground and threw it at Thaddeus, he smirked cockily knowing it would piss Thaddeus off something terrible. ”Get out OF MY WAY!!!!” With a loud growl Thaddeus rammed straight into the pile of bones and scattered them to the four winds, as he emerged on the other side there was a broken femur bone in his hand with a sharp jagged edge. ”You can’t touch this Mesmer boy!” Xevoaren mocked Thaddeus, ”I will show you ya damn weak bastard Dragon!!!!” Xevoaren narrowed his eyes at the insult as they became furious. ”What did you call me you Mesmer filth!?” Xevoaren was pissed now, he would screw the necromancy and charge Thaddeus himself, he would not whether such an insult. ”That's right dragon, come get your arse kicked!!!” The two charged at each other, the impact was imminent as both would strike a lethal blow to the other. Neither one of them however saw the large tail coming that would crash into both of them and throw them ailing head over heel towards the far wall which both would crash into and crumble to the ground. ”That's enough from both of you. I tire of your childish insults. Both of you need to quit pissing the other off. Alduin was direct and cold as he instructed the two to stop insulting each other all the time. ”But he started it!” Thaddeus yelled pointing at Xevoaren whom gave him the evil eye, ”You always start it Mesmer boy!” Thaddeus growled as he shakily got to his feet, ”You want some more of this weakling!?” Xevoaren got up to his feet and got right in Thaddeus’s face, smoke was billowing out of his mouth, ”Bring it on half breed filth!” The sudden rumble inside the cave came out of nowhere as both of them were rocked violently off their feet. ”I said that's enough!” Alduin's yell was frightening as it shook the very foundations of the cave they were all in. Both would barely get out of the way when a blast of intense fire came crashing between them creating a barrier to separate them, the heat from it was excruciating to them both as they shielded themselves until it was done.

”I will tolerate this no longer, it is time that both of you begin to grow. You must move beyond childish name calling if it be from each other or another outside of these walls. In this world, there will be many who will wield words like a weapon, to ensnare you, to trap you, to use your emotion against you. Out there it only takes one wrong move to end your life, even one who has no strength can strike a lethal blow if given the chance. To survive in this world you must be strong not just physically but mentally, now the both of you, apologize to the other. Now.”

Both of them knew that was not a request but a command neither one would be dumb enough to ignore. Both of them got to their feet, their heads pointed towards the ground with frustrated looks on their faces, neither one of them enjoyed being scolded both figuratively and literally. Neither one of them was willing to say anything at first, it seemed like neither of them would even look at each other nonetheless apologize, especially the mesmer boy, so when Thaddeus was the first to speak, even Alduin was a bit taken aback. ”Alduin is right, me and you are supposed to be like brothers and lately all we do is hurt each other's feelings. I don’t know… I guess maybe I’m just jealous of you… having a father that cares for you… It never used to bother me but the more I see you two together the more I realize I have nobody and I take it out on you. I’m sorry Xevoaren, I will try to do better and I promise to never call you weak again.”

Xevoaren was silent for a moment, the expression in his eyes changed to that of understanding, he would approach Thaddeus as his body would slowly transform itself into the form of a teenager that appeared to be the same age as Thaddeus. ”It is okay, I should not call you filth, we are brothers, maybe not by blood but brothers nonetheless, the day you saved me made you so even if it was not on purpose. An you are not alone, you have us, were your family now, I apologize too.” Xevoaren stretched his hand out with a smile, Thaddeus would grab it as he smiled too, warmly.

Thaddeus leaned silently against the cart choosing to remain outside, it was better that there was no more trouble. He was not all that welcome at this particular inn due to some problems he had with a certain group of patrons who frequent it and subsequently got chairs broken over their heads. Better that he just keep a visual on their goods lest those bandits try to hide among the crowd and steal from them. He sighed deeply, staring down at the ground, it was very much unlike him to be so gloomy, usually he was the life of the party, hell he was the whole party, but these memories kept assaulting him. Everytime one came back to him it chipped away at him. Alduin and Xevoaren were gone and he would never see either one of them again and this by itself made him feel alone, very much like he was before they had found him. It was stupid to think he was alone given all the people he considered friends and considered him a friend. The only real good thing he had was Thomas and he knew one day he too would grow and move beyond these lands and seek his place in this world. He awaited that with anticipation but also with dread, he supposed without realizing it that he lulled himself into a cozy existence that was never meant to last. Looking up at the large disguised Pyrona he couldn’t help but think she was just as impulsive as Xevoaren used to be. She definitely had the same level of intensity that he had, not to mention the fact that she was adept at necromancy. The thing they both shared perfectly though is how annoying they could be with their egos. Wasn’t the first time he had heard a dragon talking about how lower beings weren’t worth their time. As if on cue Pyrona’s voice meant his ears, he looked up at her quietly. She was still going on about doing that spell she wanted to do on his sword. He didn’t really understand what she wanted to do but he supposed they had some time before they move on, so long as she didn’t touch his sword… ”Fine. What do I do?”