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Avalia

The Thugs

Interactions: Tanithil @Lava Alckon, Ismael @Th3King0fChaos Amisra@Tae Arlen @Silverpaw Drosis @Blizz
Location: Alleyway in Port Vanarosa

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With a glint in his eye, the leader chuckled at Tanithil’s statement. Swiftly formulating a counterattack in his mind, he shot a nod toward the other dark elf, accompanied by a smug smirk. "As far as I'm concerned, all we're dealing with here is an easy win," he declared with confidence.

Without hesitation, the short dark elf suddenly sprang into action. Without a moment's hesitation, the agile and compact dark elf sprung into action, his blades gleaming menacingly in each hand. He propelled himself forward, closing the distance between him and Tanithil in a blur of speed. He made his strikes toward Tanithil in hopes of disarming him.

Meanwhile, the towering green orc, initially ready to join the assault, was caught off guard as a projectile unexpectedly struck him on the head. Momentarily stunned, he paused, his massive green hands instinctively catching the flying object—a potato. He stared at it for a moment before shifting his gaze towards the source of the interruption, a female voice nearby.

He stared at it before shifting his gaze on Amisra, “Uhh boss. Looks like they has some friends.”

Reacting sharply, the leader's expression turned more severe as he snapped a response. "More to kill. Don't waste time!"

Regaining his confidence, the orc burst into motion and made his aim for Amisra. He raised the potato and crushed it in his hands as pieces burst all over the ground beneath them. After that, he raised his axe and shouted as he came toward her, “I’m gonna CRUSH your pretty head in my hands, potato girl!” His loud, high-pitched voice rang through the air. He charged towards Amisra with rage in his eyes he was ready to swing his axe when he got into range.

As Ismael's spinning back kick landed squarely on the fairy's torso, the impact sent the man hurtling backward through the air. Momentarily disoriented, the fairy struggled to regain his balance mid-flight, his wings fluttering frantically. He did a double-take then raised his hands as vines began to slowly but stealthy emerge from beneath the stones beneath their feet, breaking through the cracks. The tendrils twisted with purpose, their aim clearly to ensnare Ismael in their grasp and immobilize him. But it was about then a bullet grazed past his head with a loud whizzing noise.

Startled, the fairy's attention was abruptly diverted, causing the progress of the vines to halt, with them wrapping around Ismael's ankles but no further. The fairy quickly glanced over his shoulder, wild-eyed and searching for the source of the bullet. After not initially finding the shooter, he urgently barked over to the leading dark elf, “Get the one with the big ears. We have a coward hiding amongst us!” With a determined glare and gritted teeth with resolve, he ascended upward and began to scan his yellow eyes along the walls of the buildings in search of Arlen. He decided to move into the shadows as well and make it a little more difficult for another clear shot.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Riverport
Interactions: @GingerBobOh Enstille @JJ Doe Jun @Helo Zion @Tae Kenia
Equipment: Bow and quiver of arrows, Hygiene supplies, spray bottle, short sword, backpack, a few pieces of jerky, 1000 amas, transmission bracelet, Portable Solar Box, location sender
Attire: His outfit

"THIS HELPS."

A piece of candy loudly rolled across the table and Malachi's gaze had followed its every movement as it made its way to the human. His gaze did shift to Enstille briefly. He's still so bizarre.

"I want to go home."

Malachi stared at Jun and sighed. Though his expression remained nonchalant and he had initially remained silent, his mind had not.

"Please let me go." His eyes remained on the young man.

"I-if this week proved anything, it's that you need someone to replace me. Someone who can actually do what you want them to do. You know, someone competent and has time to w……………………………………………… adventure?"

The sound of Zion and the blonde woman's voices filled the house as they entered. Malachi's glance shifted upon Enstille as he meticulously plucked onions from the eggs. After a brief moment of contemplation, he leaned in slightly to Jun and spoke with sincerity, "Jun, I must admit that I haven't been successful in helping you comprehend the intricacies of our situation... and for that, I apologize," His voice, though genuine, was low enough for only him to hear, "If you would grant me a chance, I'd be grateful for the opportunity to address your concerns and truly listen to you. I want to ensure you fully understand what is transpiring here before you make any hasty decisions. If, after our discussion, you still wish to escape, I will respect your choice... But for now, would you accompany me for a stroll?"

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Late Morning
Location: Sorian Beach
Interaction:@FunnyGuy Lorenzo @Potter Olivia @Samreaper Kazumin
Attire:Dress, Bathing Suit Underneath, Light-colored beach sandals, Hair tied back in a low-style ponytail with a lace ribbon,

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Recap - Potter & Samreaper read please

As Charlotte bid farewell to Kazumin and Percy-Now Olivia just nights ago, a wave of weariness had washed over her, prompting her to seek refuge in the comfort of her bed. With a heavy heart and a cloud of thoughts weighing upon her, she had slowly traversed the dimly lit hallway, her footsteps echoing softly.

Pausing outside Lorenzo's door, a conflicted expression had flickered across Charlotte's face. She stared intently, her hand trembling slightly as she raised her knuckles to knock.

Yet, just as her knuckle grazed the door's surface, an overwhelming sense of unease gripped Charlotte, causing her arm to falter. The weight of unspoken words and unanswered questions became too burdensome to confront. With a heavy sigh, Charlotte had continued on to bed.

The next day had been regrettably awkward, with Charlotte and Lorenzo rather avoidant of each other. Their tension weighed heavy on her heart as she only wanted to be there for him. However, amidst the palpable discomfort, Olivia had remained a wonderful presence in the Vikena Estate. Despite all the girl had been through, Charlotte had found her to be a ray of sunshine. She had given her a guest bedroom to use and then embarked on a fun adventure with Kazumin and Olivia that seemed to cast aside the weight of their troubles, if only temporarily. Charlotte couldn't recall the last time she had a day out with friends like that, and it had been rather uplifting after the horrible day she had prior.

First, they indulged in lunch at a quaint bistro. It didn't seem like the two of them could normally afford the price of such food, so Charlotte may or may not have overdone her purchases for them. Kazumin had been kind enough to tell her what he remembered about the party while the two had given Charlotte more information about what had happened with Calbert. In return, Charlotte quietly poured out the torrent of events that had unfolded in her world, recounting the menacing encounter with Calbert at the grand ball, the chaotic unraveling of the dinner, and the unsettling situation with Violet. It was safe to say the three of them were on the same page when it came to what they had experienced the last few days.

Their day had continued with a shopping spree, the trio venturing into boutiques and shops. As they donned a variety of outfits and playfully tried on an assortment of hats, giggles reverberated through the air.

Charlotte had found it all to be reminiscent of carefree school days, especially since she had found herself in a teacher-like position as she instructed the two of them on manners on and off. It had been slightly surprising just how little the two of them had known, but she had remained patient.

“Ahhhhh! What a wonderful day!”

Charlotte smiled to herself as she set up the beach chair in the sand, her floral dress billowing in the breeze behind her. The feeling of warm sand tickling her toes and the tune of the steel drums reaching her ears all reminded her of being in the tropics of Veirmont. She anchored an umbrella firmly into the sand behind her chair and set down her books. Then she raised her gaze to look over at her companions.

Devan diligently arranged a blanket nearby. His eyes evaded direct contact, his shoulders slightly tense. The choice of Lorenzo's beachwear had evidently affected him, leaving him visibly unsettled and less forthcoming. Though concerned, Charlotte hoped that the beautiful beach and fun atmosphere would gradually uplift his spirits.

Olivia had been tasked with simply carrying the picnic basket of snacks. She and Olivia had woken up rather early to prepare a few snacks with Gilbert in the morning, even going as far as to prepare some homemade pudding to surprise Kazumin with when he arrived, which would be any moment now.

"All we need is the palm trees and I could perhaps envision we're home in Veirmont again." Charlotte commented to Lorenzo, though she had been rather careful to look him directly in the eyes. Though she supposed that she had no room to talk, the bathing suit she had ended up wearing was nothing like she had ever adorned before. Delilah, ever the instigator, had insisted she goes out of her comfort zone and bare her long legs. Charlotte had never quite understood the fascination with covering up the human body that Caesonia had, but it still had been rather surprising to hear Edin's decree about the swimsuit laws. Lorenzo had clearly taken full advantage of such, and she supposed to some degree she had as well.

After living a life where each and every move had been dictated by her mother, it had been jarring to have such freedom in her choices. However, she knew she wouldn't regret it. The feeling of the warm sun on her skin would be well worth it.

Charlotte continued on to unfold a few beach chairs for the others. Satisfied with her task, she allowed herself a moment of respite, gazing out at the mesmerizing expanse of the sea stretching before her. The waves shimmered under the warm caress of sunlight, mirroring the vastness of the sky above. It was a sight that never failed to warm her soul. She couldn't help but reminisce about the days when her father would join her on carefree dashes toward the water's edge, diving headlong into the waves. Her reverie was interrupted by the sight of her new auburn-haired friend in her vision, Olivia.

Charlotte's gaze shifted, meeting Olivia's eyes, her voice infused with warmth and sincerity. "...Olivia, my offer still stands," She affirmed. "But I'd like to relax here before we embark on our mermaid adventures. Can't go without Kazumin anyhow."

With her books cradled in her arms once more, Charlotte settled into her lounge chair. As she leisurely flipped through the pages, a pen in her hand would occasionally dance across the surface of a small notebook she had out as well.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Further off from Guavav Village than before - LOST
Interactions: @Helo Cyrus @13org Viola @Alivefalling Dante @FunnyGuy Darius @Samreaper Menzai
Equipment: Staff with unbreaking and shift enchantment(shifts into dagger), Her bag, Water Purifier, Flask, some shiny pebbles
Attire:Dress, which she decorated with flowers and hung little charms off the ropes, A small antler headdress with flowers and jewels, amulet with Millinia Crest, wooden butterfly earrings, various bracelets

A sudden gust of wind lifted Phia's pink hair, causing her to turn around and gaze in astonishment. Colossal wings swept through the air as the roc descended downward, a whirlwind of dust and leaves sent in a frenzy through the air with movement. Through the haze, the fairy caught glimpses of the roc's immense form. The air became charged as colossal wings sliced through the atmosphere. The ground quivered beneath Phia's feet, and a surge of terror paralyzed her, leaving her unable to move.

As the menacing shadow loomed over her, the roc's wide maw descended closer, threatening to engulf her. Phia's body trembled with fear, her instinct urging her to escape. In that critical moment, she felt a forceful push that sent her sprawling onto the ground with a resounding "oof!" Phia hadn't needed to see who pushed her to know how it had been. Phia scrambled up on her palms and looked over. At first, all she saw was the Roc's shut beak and she gripped her head. Somehow it felt her life had flashed before her eyes more than it had when she thought she had been about to die. Her mind started to reel with flashes of horrifying images, flooding her thoughts like fragments of a shattered nightmare. Through the sudden sensory overload, she suddenly screamed.

"Menzaaaiii!!"

Phia's voice pierced the air, a desperate cry that resonated through the surroundings. Fueled by adrenaline, she suddenly fluttered upward, her eyes scanning for Menzai's figure. Relief washed over her when she spotted him flung to the side. With urgency, she flew toward him, her face etched with panic. She practically jarringly crash-landed onto her knees, scraping them up in the dirt as she came to a halt beside him. In a rare occurrence for Phia, tears brimmed in her eyes at the sight of the blood pooling. She paid no mind to it and she pulled Menzai's head onto her lap and then placed her hands on the remnants of his arm to heal the skin. Her hands began to glow with white light, illuminating the bloody duo into view.

Her gaze darted anxiously around the area, searching for any trace of his severed arm. Sighing with resignation, she shifted her attention back to Menzai's face. "...It's going to be okay Menzai." Phia told him softly, her voice choking up with emotion. "I'm going to protect you this time.." She clenched her jaw as the ground began to suddenly shake. Phia glanced over her shoulder at the others in time to watch as Cyrus and Viola had been attacking the giant bird. Then, all of a sudden, it started to sink out of view into the ground. At that moment, an oversized hand of dirt grabbed the roc and began to squeeze it in its grasp. Phia had stared on with shock. She hadn't realized the extent of the human's powers and what they were already capable of so early on.

Overhearing Darius's voice, Phia longed to rush to her friends' aid, but she knew she had to prioritize completing Menzai's healing first. With determination, she refocused her attention on him, blocking out the chaos unfolding around them. It hadn't seemed like Menzai was conscious, but in the case he regained it, she wanted to try to ease him. Carefully, she freed one hand and brought it to his face, her fingertips tracing a gentle path down his cheek. She would return her fingers back to the beginning of their trail to repeat the action again once they reached his jawline. She began to hum quietly to him a soft melody that had once flowed from his mother's lips while she cooked, years ago.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Ambiance+Music- CLICK BOTH VIDEOS AT SAME TIME

The melodious songs of birds filled the air, creating a symphony of nature's delight that juxtaposed the man-made sounds of the string quartet and harp as the musicians performed. The royal gardens had gradually come alive with the presence of noblemen and women. An array of long white-clothed tables could be found all about the gardens, adorned with an enticing spread of desserts and tea treats. Cakes, pastries, and sandwiches beckoned the taste buds of all, while a mesmerizing chocolate fountain stood front and center with its cascading richness. Scattered all about as well were chairs, many accompanied by soft pillows and cushions, providing comfortable spots for people to gather and mingle as they embraced the warmth of the afternoon sun that showered its radiant glow upon all in attendance.

Elegant women adorned themselves with large sunhats adorned with delicate ribbons, casting a graceful shadow over their faces. Some even carried parasols. However, the garden also offered shaded areas, providing refuge for those seeking respite from the sun's intensity. The attire of the guests exuded a sense of refined elegance, with most donning the quintessential Caesonian tea wear. The women's attire consisted of frilly and feminine dresses, while the men showcased luxurious suits.

Meticulously trimmed hedges bordered the gardens, defining the perimeter with their lush greenery. Meandering stone paths crisscrossed the ground, guiding visitors toward a magnificent water fountain. Its gentle splashes provided a soothing backdrop to the lively conversations and laughter that filled the gathering. Adjacent to the fountain, a string quartet of well-dressed and highly esteemed musicians accompanied by a harpist played a beautiful and relaxing tune, enchanting the atmosphere.

Proudly standing near the fountain were statues commemorating King Edin and his esteemed ancestors, warmly welcoming their guests to the private event.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Music+Ambiance - CLICK BOTH VIDEOS AT SAME TIME

The Sorian beaches, while not as overtly tropical as their counterparts in Veirmont, still managed to evoke a reminiscent tropical vibe among Caesonians. The enchanting sound of steel drums resonated through the air, emanating from the talented band positioned on the nearby stage. As the rhythmic beats was heard all throughout the shoreline, an irresistible invitation danced on the breeze, enticing beachgoers to sway their hips in sync with the infectious melody.

The clear turquoise waves gently lapped against the soft sandy shore, inviting people of all ages to dive in and experience the refreshing respite. Lifeguards stood by up high in elevated chairs, ensuring the safety of the many swimmers in the sectioned-off area.

Meanwhile, the aroma of treats wafted through the air. Food carts lined the beach as many looking to make a quick coin tried their luck, offering a delightful assortment of snacks to appease any craving. From savory delights like crispy chips to sweet temptations such as tropical fruit smoothies and ice cream, the variety of culinary delights catered to every palate, ensuring that no beachgoer went hungry.

Anticipation was also growing for the thrilling boat racing event set to take place later in the afternoon. Down by the dock, there were a few canoes being set in the water, ready to accommodate teams of racers when the time came for it.

Children could be seen building sandcastles and running about the sand, their gleeful shouts blending harmoniously with the sounds of crashing waves and cheerful chatter. Sunbathers lounged on colorful beach towels, basking in the warm caress of the sun.

When it came to beachwear, it varied greatly following the implementation of the new, remarkably liberal rule. Many folks still stuck to conservative wear such as form-fitting water suits and long flowing dresses that women didn't mind getting wet as that was what they were used to. However, there were also quite a few daring to bare some skin with swimsuits revealing legs, arms, and even tummies in some instances. These types of swimsuits were usually associated with the most progressive Varian Kingdom, but for whatever reason, King Edin had decided to change the rules this season.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time:Day
Date:Sola 23rd
(RP STARTED ON 21ST - 22nd IS OFFSCREEN)

Interaction: @Helo@Tae @Mole @ReusableSword @Rodiak @JJ Doe @Aerandir @Conscripts @Infinite Cosmos @Potter @13org @Heartfillia @Tpartywithzombi @samreaper @Silverpaw @Inertia @mantou @Terrance420 @Potter @FunnyGuy @SausagePat @Lava Alckon @CitrusArms @Blizz @PapaOso @Apex Sunburn @Ojo chan 42

Good day to all of Sorian! It is a beautiful day with many wondrous events and experiences to await you.
We did not release a newspaper for Sola 22nd due to technical difficulties within the office. However, the morning paper was sent out to all today! The second two pages will explain the events happening today.

Please see below:

NEWSPAPER FOR SOLA 23

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Late night
Location: Outside of unknown location
Attire: Dress, Long, black hooded cloak
Mention: @Alivefalling Marek @Rodiak Zarai

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"Hello..."

The determined princess stood outside the door, concealed in her cloak, her pale blonde locks barely visible in the dim light. For the past fifteen minutes, she had been relentlessly pounding on the door, hoping to gain the attention of its occupant. "Marek, come on I know you're in there." She whisper-hissed through gritted teeth at the door, her voice etched with frustration. Growing restless, she stomped her feet impatiently, the sound echoing as the crickets chirped around her. Folding her arms in a final display of defiance, she fixated her gaze on the unyielding door.

"...I can't believe I am getting ignored... Not so different than my father, are you?"

At this point, the least she wanted to find out was what happened to her sweet Zarai. Though she had been in a few catfights at a bar before and she knew it wasn't her forte, she still wanted to pummel the idiot.

Just as her patience began to wane, a glimmer of hope emerged as the door creaked open slightly, revealing only a single eye peering through the narrow gap. The cloaked woman's heart skipped a beat, her anticipation rising, but her hopes were swiftly dashed as a voice, tinged with a dismissive tone, reached her ears, "...Princess. Come back another night."

"..." Anastasia's eyes narrowed as she considered this situation. "No. Let me in now. As the princess of Caesonia, I demand-" Before she could finish her firm statement, the door abruptly slammed shut, shutting her off mid-sentence.

Anastasia glared for only a moment more before she gave the door a solid kick. Breathing heavily, she took a step back, her folded arms signaling her resignation. She debated trying to break the door down but decided against it ultimately as she turned to glance at the guards behind her. They were staring soundlessly.

"What are your names again?"

"Harold."
"Ernest."

"Thanks for coming to protect me... " She began with a smile, then asked, her arms moving behind her back, "Sooo...Can I buy you boys some drinks?"

They looked at each other and then ultimately shook their heads in unison. Anastasia was disappointed, but not surprised. The guards Wulfric chose for her were always boring.

"... Bummer. Alright." She shrugged and waved them on with her, "Let's go home."

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

The Stranger & The Murderer

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In the depths of the moonlit night, a cloaked figure emerged from the shadows, their presence concealed in mystery. Soft, careful footsteps echoed through the cold stone corridors of the dungeon, their destination clear. As they approached, the flickering torchlight revealed the outline of a guard stationed nearby, alert and watchful.

Without uttering a word, the figure extended a delicate and feminine hand, holding a small, heavy sack. The guard's eyes widened with recognition, a glint of anticipation shining within them. It was not the first time this clandestine exchange had taken place. The sack exchanged hands, and the guard's palm revealed the glistening of coins.

Their unspoken agreement complete, the guard silently motioned for the cloaked figure to follow, leading them further into the depths of the dungeon. Their journey led them to a dimly lit cell, where a man with haunted eyes and weary demeanor awaited his fate.

The man's appearance was marked by disheveled dark hair, matted with grime, and a scruffy graying beard that failed to hide the lines of guilt etched on his face. His clothes, once fine and dignified, now hung in tatters, a reflection of his fallen status. There was a certain darkness in his gaze, a chilling reminder of the crimes that stained his hands.

As the cloaked figure approached the iron bars with purpose, their eyes locked onto the man, searching for signs of desperation. Their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them.

"Your crimes are damning," the soft voice of a woman, a gentle yet commanding whisper. "You face a sentence that awaits no reprieve." Her words hung in the air, the weight of the impending doom palpable.

But then, with a silver tongue that dripped with promises, she continued, "Yet, I hold the key to a different path, a chance at freedom. A purpose that can grant you a new life, away from this cell and the shadows that consume you."

Curiosity flickered in the man's eyes, mingling with apprehension and a flicker of hope. He dared to listen, to consider the enigmatic offer presented before him.

"I can offer you a chance beyond these walls," she pressed on, her voice caressing his ears like a siren's call. "A life where you'll escape the terrible fate the crown has promised you. All I ask in return is your loyalty and unwavering dedication to the cause that I represent."

The man's breath caught in his throat, torn between the desperation for freedom and the fear of what this offer might entail. Yet, under the spell of the cloaked figure's persuasive words, his resolve wavered. He saw a glimmer of hope, a chance to reclaim his life.

Finally, with a voice heavy with decision, he whispered, "I will follow you, trust in your words. Lead me towards the freedom you promise, and I shall be your willing instrument."

A faint smile played upon the cloaked figure's lips, a mixture of satisfaction and intrigue. The pact had been sealed, the path of uncertainty beckoning them both.

Together, they stepped out of the shadows, leaving behind the prison cell, shrouded in mystery. Their destinies intertwined, yet the true nature of their alliance remained concealed, awaiting revelation in the depths of time.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

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