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Into the Land of Twilight

Fia Blackfire

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Fia watched Carnatia leave with a sideways glance. Her lips curled slightly as she returned her focus to the map. Between Carnatia and Forbann, Fia felt that she would get something from this adventure. At least the endeavor was going to be entertaining. Fia waited patiently for her time in the bath, having a chance for her clothes to properly dry before the next leg of the journey.

The next morning, clothes dry enough to travel, Fia waited as the caravan was prepared to leave again. The horses were guided from the stable to be mounted to the wagons, and the helping hands packed up what was removed for comfort within the house. Fia walked to Roxas as she offered her bag, placing her hands upon the elf’s. Fia told Roxas that it was okay, that no one suspected her of such, and there was no need to go so far. At the same time, Fia noticed that Carnatia went up the stairs some time after Roxas descended.

For the couple days they traveled from the abandoned homestead, Fia rode with the others in the wagons, watching as the prairies turned into woods. The lingering clouds from the storm still floating in the air, white and fluffy. The air tasted clean as the smell of the fallen rain wafted through Fia’s nose. Her eyes were closed as Roxas played the flute. It looked like the elf’s mood shifted since that night, seeming much more calm and pleased with herself. If not the flute, then it was whittling away at some scraps of wood. Fia graciously accepted a one to one likeness of her hairpin.

“Thank you, darling. It’s lovely.” Fia tucked the charm away in her bag, careful not to put it somewhere it could not be broken. Fia returned to admiring the scenery and she spoke with Forbann about this and that. Mainly focusing on him as he walked next to the cart the few times he wasn’t riding.

As the hours passed, Fia noticed the roads were surprisingly well maintained. She would have expected some erosion or decay after so many years. Actually, she would have expected them to have been eroded beyond use. Even if there were small expeditions inside the lands of twilight, sanctioned or otherwise, there was no one really capable of maintaining them for so long. It was small, but it helped convey some of the mystery the twilight lands could contain.

Nearing dusk the group had finally slowed to a stop. They were prepared to make camp when their patron Vesemir was excited to continue onto the first ruined city not that much farther. Fia spent most of the time relaxing in the wagon, if not napping in it so she was ready to go further despite some questions from the others. She stayed with the others as Carnatia and Gray went off on their own to investigate the trees. To be honest, Fia barely minded the trees themselves, keeping her attention with Forbann, or listening to Roxas’ flute.

It was only a matter of time. In the land barely more than a day, and the group found something marvelous. The tree Carnatia was examining turned out to be sentient. It wasn’t a tree, and it wasn’t an elf in disguise. It was something genuinely mythical. Fia got up and swiftly made her way over as soon as it became known to some of the others Carnatia’s discovery.

“Oh. How lovely.” said Fia as her eyes gazed over every inch of the speaking tree, “I’ve heard of the ents, but was never able to find one. A create so in tune with the forest, can guide people with their roots. Helped lead the evacuation leaving the land free from further influence from the elves.” Fia walked closer, even resting her hand upon the bark of the tree, “Would it be possible for me to have some of your bark? Perhaps even a vial of sap?” Fia continued to fawn over the tree, wishing to harvest different parts of it short of cutting it down.

Into the Land of Twilight

Fia Blackfire

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Fia stood close to Forbann as the others continued conversing, awaiting his answer. Though the seriousness of her proposal could be questioned, it seemed to have made at least one of the others blush. Fia turned her head to look back at the noble knight. Seeing the young woman flustered, Fia couldn’t help but slowly smile.

“Are you perhaps a little envious, my dear Carnatia?” said Fia coyly. Fia continued to smile at the orange haired spellsword, tilting her head as though adding pressure. Fia’s turned to look again when Forbann shifted and spoke up. Using pure logic, Forbann turned down Fia’s request. Fia looked up at the ferromancer and frowned, but it didn’t seem to affect Forbann’s attitude toward the situation in general. Fia took a step back,

“I guess there isn’t a way around it,” sighed Fia. “I’ve had my time in the rain. I think I would rather wait for the bath. At least our silent fellow will replace the hot water, won’t you dear?” said Fia, raising her voice so that the man who initially offered the bath could hear. Fia walked around the table towards the spellsword who took Fia’s place in line for the bath. She reached out and rested her index finger and thumb under Carnatia’s chin and cheek, pulling the two of them closer. “If size is the issue, then perhaps we two would be a better match.” Fia looked into Carnatia’s eyes for several seconds. Before long, Fia cracked a smile and her eyes closed shut as she chuckled. She pulled back dramatically and sat down onto one of the loose chairs strewn around the table. Fia moved one of her hairs that got stuck on her face out of the way.

“Go ahead dear. I don’t mind waiting a bit longer. Just so long as the water is hot when it’s my turn.” said Fia sweetly with a smile. Fia then turned in the chair to look at the map ahead on the table, void of trinkets but instead replaced with a pouch of coins. A detour? Fia wondered to herself what was in these places mentioned. Did something in the house reveal a need to venture further south?

Into the Land of Twilight

Fia Blackfire

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Fia remained awkwardly close to Forbann as the others started to speak up again. The adorable little princess spoke next. Young as she was, the skill set she boasted was versatile and impressive. Already showing off the enchantments of her arms and armor, this Evelyn was very much prepared to prove herself. As if to further her claim, the young noblewoman peered into the secrets of each item dear Roxas kindly brought down. Some of the items proved to be useful beyond their fashion, and were it not for Englebert and his compatriot, unnamed masked elf, then the expedition would have already bounty that could help easy the further difficulties the team would encounter within the Twilight lands. It was more evident that it could since Roxas had introduced herself as a healer.

“Poor dear. Perhaps someone should check up on her.” said Fia as Roxas’ form could no longer be seen from the bottom of the stairs. Though Fia thought not much of the comments, she could understand Roxas frustration on having it brought up so many times. But since both Engelbert and Masked Elf both said something about it, and Fia was understanding that they were closer to the archaeologist than the others, something was fishy. Fia wasn’t the only one to notice as Carnatia was first to speak up about it.

“I’m not offended, dear.” said Fia. She smiled at the spellsword. “It would take a lot more than that. I guess I’m just not mindful when it comes to the folly of politicians.” Fia shrugged her shoulders. She then shifted her gaze to the masked elf. It was hard to gate his state of mind or emotions due to the mask, but the way he shook his head dismissively was telling. “You know something, don’t you, dear? Something about the house, perhaps? The people in the picture? Is there a reason for not telling us?”

Fia kept her eyes on the masked elf when Engelbert spoke up changing the subject. He attempted to get the silent foreign looking individual to speak, before mentioning a bath that individual had prepared. Fia’s face lightened up as her mood lifted. Fia could see Engelbert was speaking broadly, but his eyes rested pointedly at her.

“A bath sounds lovely.” she said, almost like she was never questioning the masked elf at all. She turned on her heel to face the tall armored oni. She clasped her hands together resting them on her cheek as she tilted her head. Fia gleefully spoke again with a sweet smile, “would you care to join me, darling? I’ll help you wash your back.”

Into the Land of Twilight

Fia Blackfire

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“Unsavory? I barely said anything.” spoke Fia. She looked at the assortment of items that lay on the table. The flier caught her eye. Either the owner was a patron, or this building was a part of the route advertised. Fia reached over and picked up the clear case containing the hairpin. She looked at it as she twirled the case around in her hands. “Though, I suppose I am of the mind that if the previous owner is dead, what harm is there in repurposing goods that are will otherwise be forgotten?”

As far as first impressions go, Fia was not expecting so much law and order. Keeping the peace she understood, but such overwhelming morality was not. Fia was not a bandit, and she wasn’t going to start making enemies with those she had just met. Her expectations were a little dashed, though. An expedition into a land not once visited in almost a millennia. Fia expected there to be some gathering of treasures along with those artifacts and knowledge the archaeologists were hoping to dig up. She guessed that since the house appeared to be much newer than something a millennia old, and the flier was only date thirty years ago. This part of the land was still occupied. Thirty years still felt like a long time for such valuables to be sitting around unclaimed.

Engelbert and the other masked man approached the table. Fia missed the masked elf’s name, but he seemed to have an air of leadership with him. The elf addressed Roxas, the other elf who brought down the papers and trinkets. In one way, he was informing her about their position within the property. In another way, it was like he was scolding her, but not as bluntly as Engelbert done earlier. Fia sighed at the end of his statement. Though it was addressed to Roxas, Fia felt the words were meant for everyone.

“Fine.” Said Fia softly. She placed the clear case containing the hairpin back onto the table where she initially picked it up. “It’s not like there won’t be any other relics on this journey.” Fia raised her arms up, interlocking her fingers. After she stretched, she raised a hand palm out as she swiped the air waving to the group.

“I’ll say again, my name’s Fia. My specialty is sorcery. I am just in love with those who are born with the power to make the world however they want on a whim. So much so, I’ve made their power my own.” Fia chuckled, “I can do a little of everything, but my true specialty lies in the elements.” Fia let down the hand she was using to wave, so it lay horizontal with her palm up. From the center of her palm a pillar of fire erupted, almost touching the ceiling. It lasted only a moment before it was replaced with a ball of water, that froze. Finally the ball collapsed into itself forming a small black void, and then it disappeared all together.

“Though, if I need to, I am pretty good with a rapier.” Fia finished her introduction.

With her demonstration done, Fia quickly scooted over next to the man in armor. Fia had never met an oni before, and that alone caught Fia’s attention. But then when it came to his work with curses and cursed metal, she found someone truly special. Fia was aware of the possibility of cursed metal, but now she found living proof. Fia looked up at the armored oni with eagerness. Fia's eyes were as deep red as her dress, and a black ring surrounded her pupils. “You don’t have to worry about me, lovely. I would be most interested to learn more about how you wield your cursed metal.”

Into the Land of Twilight

Fia Blackfire

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Fia’s eyes sparkled when the man donning green and a metal mask had managed to light the fireplace without the need of firewood. At first she though that one or more of them would have to venture back into the storm to retrieve the wood, most likely soaked with rain water. But now that wasn’t necessary. Fia stayed close to the burning pit, letting the heat help dry off some of the water that soaked her clothes.

“That feels nice.” she said softly to herself, her eyes closed as she clearly enjoyed the warmth of the fire. She opened her eyes again and gazed at the gracious benefactor, “and such a pretty color, too. That is a very useful trick. Thank you.”

Fia looked over the young girl who spoke up shortly after the fire was set ablaze. She was nicely dressed despite the weather and appeared to be messing with a pair of swords. Did they belong to the girl? If so, if she knew how to use them, then that was impressive. “Well aren’t you adorable. I wasn’t aware they were going to let girls as young as you join the expedition. And the way you speak. You’re just precious.”

Finally able to shake off the storm, Fia sat down near the fireplace and removed her boots. She placed them by the flame to help dry off. She looked around at the house and the other strangers occupying it. First there were the obvious ones in armor. She counted at least three of them. Her masked savior of fire could probably count as one, but compared to the hulking statue of the three she counted, he didn’t look to fit among them. However, the number of them wearing masks was notable. If she had a silver for every person she found wearing a mask among her soon to be proper comrades…

Fia listened to the introductions, or rather the start of the introductions. Engelbert started off. Despite how much renown he seemed to have from some of the others, Fia never heard of him. But it was nice to know that he was as tanky as he looked. Allegedly. Whether it stood up was yet to be seen, but it definitely looked promising. At least Fia would gladly put herself behind him and let him take the hits.

Introductions were cut short as an elven woman descended the stairs with an arm full of trinkets. Fia stood up and wandered near the table the elf placed them, curious to what was found. “Ooh. Are we looting the place already? Don’t mind if I do.” said Fia as she gazed over the various items. Mainly keepsakes by the look of it, they were in very good condition for how long the house had been abandoned.

Engelbert spoke up about the items, and Fia couldn’t help but grin. “Oh, how noble of you, lovely. Looking out for the sweet and vulnerable. Very admirable.” Fia said sweetly. She looked over to the elf who had brought down the items, then back up at the heavily armored knight, "though I don't think that was the correct thing to say."

Into the Land of Twilight

Fia Blackfire

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“Alright everybody, this is where we part ways. I loved traveling with you. I will not forget you lovelies.” spoke the woman. She wore a red dress, attire normally not thought practical for cross country travel. Yet even so, the woman didn’t appear hindered by it. Wagons and horses parked in a circular position surrounded the woman. A few stood and listened to her speak, while most of the others carried on like nothing was happening. One of the men walking by spoke up.

“You say that every time you leave. You always end up back here.”

“It not my fault we always cross paths.”

“Worry not about it. Just take care of yourself, Fia.” spoke another. An elven man. He put down a hefty sack into one of the carts before looking back at the woman in red. The woman leaned onto one leg, looking intently at the elf. Her face looked softly, but her eyes told a completely different story. She was in contemplation.

“You know, it’s not too late for you to join me. If anyone was to go, it’s you.” said Fia.

“Perhaps another time. There are some things that should remain forgotten.” replied the elf. He turned to walk away, “besides, if you stay here much longer, you’ll be late. They don’t like outsiders lingering for too long.”

“Well then, I’ll be off. I’ll let you know if I find anything interesting.” Fia waved her hand as she turned away from the camp. Her hand was still waving as she walked away, lowering it only after the camp left her view. She was not far from the meeting place, but she misjudged how long it would take for her to get there. Upon arriving at the location, there was evidence people were about. However, with no one there now, it looked like that elf was right, she was late. Still, the expedition didn’t leave too long ago. Perhaps she could catch up.

Several hours later, Fia noticed commotion just off the road, an old house by the river. Several wagons, and horses guided to the stable. The windows glowed as lights started to illuminate the interior. Shadows drifted across the windows as bodies moved across the path of light. There were definitely people wandering that building. Finally, Fia had found them. It looked like they were only starting to settle in, which Fia deduced meant that she wasn’t too far behind.

She was glad she found it when she did. The storm was getting pretty bad, and she was already contemplating having to build a camp of her own. At least now, she could join the others in a stable and dry shelter to let it pass. As rain drenched the solo woman, she marched up to the door. Fruitless wiping off some of the water from her torso, she knocked on the door. And then she promptly opened the door and took a step inside.

“Ha. I’m glad you all didn’t go much farther. I’m not sure how much more of that rain I was going to endure. But I’m here now.” said Fia. As she was speaking, she reach down and grabbed the bottom of her dress, wringing out some of the rainwater that soaked through. She stood up straight as she finished speaking and walked fully inside, letting the door close behind her. Ignoring any bewildered looks, Fia walked up to the fireplace.

“Oh poo. And here I was hoping we could get a nice warm fire going.” Fia crossed her arms in front of the empty fireplace. Bothered by the lack of fire wood, Fia turned around to finally get a look at everyone still lingering the main room. The her face widened as she realized she hadn’t introduced herself. “I’m Fia. I meant to join you earlier, but ah, I guess I ran a little late. It’s a pleasure to be here, lovelies.”

Into the Land of Twilight

Cyptid Hunter

Name: Fia Blackfire
Species: Human
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Appearance:
A proud standing, voluptuous woman. She stands at 5’10”. She has fair skin and dark brown hair. Her hair is wavy and reaches her mid back in length. She keeps her hair out of her face with a hair clip, but otherwise lets it flow freely behind her. Her eyes are a dark deep red color with a black circle around her pupils. She doesn’t have any tattoos. She has several scars across her arms and along her back but her clothing makes them impossible to see. When exposed, her scars are noticeable, but have long since become as smooth as the rest of her skin.

She wears a low cut dress that drapes down mid calf. The sleeves of the dress cover her shoulders and end at her wrists. She has thin gloves, leather boots with a heel, leggings, corset, and a hair clip made out of an exotic looking flower. The dress is crimson red in color and made of a silky material with some velvet. Her boots, leggings, gloves, corset, and hair clip are black. The flower of the hair clip starts dark blue in the center, gradients into red, and then into white at the tips of the sharp and wavy looking petals. She has a thin gold chain with a pearl pendant, black choker, a gold ring and a sapphire ring on either hand.

General Image

Bio:
In many ways, Fia is a collector. In other ways, she is a hunter. Regardless of how one might view her, Fia has a passion for the unknown. Specifically, she seeks the knowledge and power of those creatures rarely seen. Rumored to predate humanity, mystical entities able to harness the power of the world effortlessly. What she seeks is yokai, genies, dragons, djinn, whatever name they decide to go by. She isn’t afraid to do what it takes to get as close to them as possible.

In this pursuit of specific power, Fia spent a significant amount of time on the road. Though she stays in town for weeks or months at a time, Fia never truly settles down. Her usual methods involve charming others to let her stay. She is usually gone before the other is able to truly advance things. After all, she only stayed for convenience. She would rather spend her time investigating the tall tales or rumors of the unknown that surrounded that particular town.

Expeditions always caught Fia’s attention. To go somewhere not yet discovered or fully explored meant there was increased likelihood to discovering just as unknown fauna. The land of twilight was especially enticing. For one, it was in Varenheim a country with its own history surrounding power and age that surpassed average human capability. And then there was the land of twilight itself. Not explored in over a millennia, who knows what sort of myths or legends hid away in the forgotten forests.

Passives:
Constitution of the Forsaken Divine – Resistance to magical abilities and effects from all sources. She is not immune to magical damage or effects. However, any damage she would take or any negative effects she would endure are dampened. Likewise, any beneficial effects or magical healing she would receive would also be dampened.

Voice of the Wilds– Fia is able to selectively listen and speak with most living animals of the natural world including invertebrates and fish.

Spells:
Witch Crafted Thread Armor – Mystical aura that acts as a full set of armor. It traces the caster in a translucent purple outline. The armor offers protection as well as physical armor against physical attacks and further magic resistance. Normally, the spell completely negates true and force damage. Unfortunately, Fia’s own magic resistance means the armor is unable to fully negate true or force damage.

Yokai Semblance of Transformation – Fia is able to transform herself into the shape of any animal no larger than herself. While transformed, she inherits any special properties the chosen animal may have such as but not excluded to speed, dexterity, strength, production, and locomotion. Because of her resistance to magic, she cannot maintain these forms for long, being forced to revert in about 10 minutes.

Chromatic Elementa of the Djinn – Fia is able to conjure and shape arcane elements into a controlled form. Her range of elements is extensive from natural elements such as fire and wind to more aberrant elements including darkness and force. Her power increases if Fia has access to an external source of the element. She can shape the magic to fit a variety of forms and distances. Some of these include single point explosions, fast moving projectiles, and lingering mist. Essentially she can cast a magical element in the method of delivery of her choice. It is not spell crafting.

Jester’s Conniving Face – Fia is able to place floating eye, ear, or mouth anywhere she can see. Through these Fia is able to see, hear, and speak to the area in which the apparatus was placed. The placement of the apparatus is fixed and cannot be moved without being dispelled. Likewise, the apparatus is permanent until dispelled. The apparatus is visible, but cannot be interacted with physically. She can only conjure one at a time. The previous apparatus dispels should she cast another.

Mundane Skills:
Fencing Adept – Skilled at fencing and footwork. Capable of dancing around in swordplay.

Survivalist – Knows general survival techniques when out in the wilderness such as camp building, fire making, foraging, producing water, and general protections. She is also very good at cooking

Unorthodox Alchemy – She can craft consumables with the help of or from the bodies of djinn and djinn-like creatures. She has recipes, but she is also prone to making new concoctions.

Djinn Familiarity – Fia has spent a significant amount of time studying the djinn. She has special insight and awareness on any evidence of the djinn including their presence or manipulation. She can locate traces and track them.

Equipment:
Chromatic Heart – A transparent crystal ball a little larger than a softball. The sphere is smooth to the touch and entirely transparent. The sphere is practically indestructible against normal damage or wear. Inside the sphere is a starburst of all colors swirling and blending together. When the chromatic heart is in use, the starburst will change its color to one that best represents the element being channeled. The sphere acts as a catalyst easing the energy required to shape arcane magic into spells. The sphere also amplifies elemental magic as though the sphere itself was a source.

Arianacus – Silvered thin bladed rapier. The hand guard of the rapier is made of several thin curves that surround the base of the blade protecting the hand. One of those curves loops down over the handle ending at the pummel. The handle of the sword is red in color. The silvered blade is capable of striking incorporeal entities.

Over the shoulder canvas bag – containing survival tools, first aid, grooming kit, and potions kit.

Potion – Grease, lingered fire, healing, and Boom gust

Hunting Knife – double edged blade 10 inches long. One side is straight edge, the other is serrated. Cross guard, leather handle.

Other:

Into the Land of Twilight

Cyptid Hunter

Name: Fia Blackfire
Species: Human
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Appearance:
A proud standing, voluptuous woman. She stands at 5’10”. She has fair skin and dark brown hair. Her hair is wavy and reaches her mid back in length. She keeps her hair out of her face with a hair clip, but otherwise lets it flow freely behind her. Her eyes are a dark deep red color with a black circle around her pupils. She doesn’t have any tattoos. She has several scars across her arms and along her back but her clothing makes them impossible to see. When exposed, her scars are noticeable, but have long since become as smooth as the rest of her skin.

She wears a low cut dress that drapes down mid calf. The sleeves of the dress cover her shoulders and end at her wrists. She has thin gloves, leather boots with a heel, leggings, corset, and a hair clip made out of an exotic looking flower. The dress is crimson red in color and made of a silky material with some velvet. Her boots, leggings, gloves, corset, and hair clip are black. The flower of the hair clip starts dark blue in the center, gradients into red, and then into white at the tips of the sharp and wavy looking petals. She has a thin gold chain with a pearl pendant, black choker, a gold ring and a sapphire ring on either hand.

Bio:
In many ways, Fia is a collector. In other ways, she is a hunter. Regardless of how one might view her, Fia has a passion for the unknown. Specifically, she seeks the knowledge and power of those creatures rarely seen. Rumored to predate humanity, mystical entities able to harness the power of the world effortlessly. What she seeks is yokai, genies, dragons, djinn, whatever name they decide to go by. She isn’t afraid to do what it takes to get as close to them as possible.

In this pursuit of specific power, Fia spent a significant amount of time on the road. Though she stays in town for weeks or months at a time, Fia never truly settles down. Her usual methods involve charming others to let her stay. She is usually gone before the other is able to truly advance things. After all, she only stayed for convenience. She would rather spend her time investigating the tall tales or rumors of the unknown that surrounded that particular town.

Expeditions always caught Fia’s attention. To go somewhere not yet discovered or fully explored meant there was increased likelihood to discovering just as unknown fauna. The land of twilight was especially enticing. For one, it was in Varenheim a country with its own history surrounding power and age that surpassed average human capability. And then there was the land of twilight itself. Not explored in over a millennia, who knows what sort of myths or legends hid away in the forgotten forests.

Passives:
Constitution of the Forsaken Divine – Resistance to magical abilities and effects from all sources. She is not immune to magical damage or effects. However, any damage she would take or any negative effects she would endure are dampened. Likewise, any beneficial effects or magical healing she would receive would also be dampened.

Voice of the Wilds– Fia is able to selectively listen and speak with most living animals of the natural world including invertebrates and fish.

Spells:
Witch Crafted Thread Armor – Mystical aura that acts as a full set of armor. It traces the caster in a translucent purple outline. The armor offers protection as well as physical armor against physical attacks and further magic resistance. Normally, the spell completely negates true and force damage. Unfortunately, Fia’s own magic resistance means the armor is unable to fully negate true or force damage.

Yokai Semblance of Transformation – Fia is able to transform herself into the shape of any animal no larger than herself. While transformed, she inherits any special properties the chosen animal may have such as but not excluded to speed, dexterity, strength, production, and locomotion. Because of her resistance to magic, she cannot maintain these forms for long, being forced to revert in about 10 minutes.

Chromatic Elementa of the Djinn – Fia is able to conjure and shape arcane elements into a controlled form. Her range of elements is extensive from natural elements such as fire and wind to more aberrant elements including darkness and force. Her power increases if Fia has access to an external source of the element. She can shape the magic to fit a variety of forms and distances. Some of these include single point explosions, fast moving projectiles, and lingering mist.

Jester’s Conniving Face – Fia is able to place floating eye, ear, or mouth anywhere she can see. Through these Fia is able to see, hear, and speak to the area in which the apparatus was placed. The placement of the apparatus is fixed and cannot be moved without being dispelled. Likewise, the apparatus is permanent until dispelled. The apparatus is visible, but cannot be interacted with physically. She can only conjure one at a time. The previous apparatus dispels should she cast another.

Mundane Skills:
Fencing Adept – Skilled at fencing and footwork. Capable of dancing around in swordplay.

Survivalist – Knows general survival techniques when out in the wilderness such as camp building, fire making, foraging, producing water, and general protections. She is also very good at cooking

Unorthodox Alchemy – She can craft consumables with the help of or from the bodies of djinn and djinn-like creatures. She has recipes, but she is also prone to making new concoctions.

Djinn Familiarity – Fia has spent a significant amount of time studying the djinn. She has special insight and awareness on any evidence of the djinn including their presence or manipulation. She can locate traces and track them.

Equipment:
Chromatic Heart – A transparent crystal ball a little larger than a softball. The sphere is smooth to the touch and entirely transparent. The sphere is practically indestructible against normal damage or wear. Inside the sphere is a starburst of all colors swirling and blending together. When the chromatic heart is in use, the starburst will change its color to one that best represents the element being channeled. The sphere acts as a catalyst easing the energy required to shape arcane magic into spells. The sphere also amplifies elemental magic as though the sphere itself was a source.

Arianacus – Silvered thin bladed rapier. The hand guard of the rapier is made of several thin curves that surround the base of the blade protecting the hand. One of those curves loops down over the handle ending at the pummel. The handle of the sword is red in color. The silvered blade is capable of striking incorporeal entities.

Over the shoulder canvas bag – containing survival tools, first aid, grooming kit, and potions kit.

Potion – Grease, lingered fire, healing, and Boom gust

Hunting Knife – double edged blade 10 inches long. One side is straight edge, the other is serrated. Cross guard, leather handle.

Other:

We Aren't The Hero's Party - Fanrasy Anime RP (Cancelled)

I'd say I'm interested

Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

Solomon Sparrow

Location: Stritzel Estate, Kindeance

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It didn’t take much time, but Solomon was able to reappear near Veronica, Varya, and their unconscious hitchhiker. The smoke was thinner here, but the smell and haze was still enough of a sign that a fire had been burning away. He didn’t say anything immediately. He could tell that Veronica was angered by the turn of events involving Cedar and his sister’s change of course.

Solomon turned his head when Varya addressed him. The bluish elf had taken the moment to consider the problem from Cedar’s point of view. Much of it sounded exactly like Cedar, but Solomon had to disagree with his priorities. Solomon closed his eyes and shook his head slowly side to side.

“I’m afraid it is selfish.” said Solomon. He opened his eyes again and looked directly at Varya. The slight haze and bits of soot dulling the vibrancy of the elf’s attire. Even more he could see the lightning pattern poking from his garment. The party took some hits to get Cedar out of the cell. And those on the surface undoubtedly took some of their own. Solomon continued, “should Cedar pursue his captors and fail, he would be forgoing the sacrifices we took to free him from his merciless prison. Not just us, but those who engaged in battle above the ground.”

Solomon’s mask shifted as though he were still speaking, but any words he said were imperceptible except to maybe Veronica if she was listening. Solomon then continued to speak normally. “We’ve seen much of what Ted is capable of. If that was not the extent of his power, then we would be hopelessly outmatched. If you listen, you can hear the carnage Ted can wrought and those victims were once his allies. I suggest we get Cedar out of here. We can consider other options later. If we leave Ted to go now, there is the chance he will escape, and Cedar can have his time when another opportunity presents itself. A time where Cedar is healthy and strong. As Ted is now, I don’t believe there is any reasoning with him regardless of what Cedar might think.”

“I can go after him.” said Bartholomew heeding Solomon’s request to regroup. Curiously, Matteo's location remained unknown, still submerged under within the very soil. Bartholomew lifted his axe onto his shoulder, “Even with his surrogate legs I can catch up easily.”

“Whatever we do, we should do it soon. We’ve wasted too much time as it is.” said Solomon.