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*Incredible… it worked.*

Vordan had gotten back up, inspecting himself. He took deep breaths, rubbed the skin of his neck. Nothing seemed to have changed. It was great news, as he felt great and rested even being awake all night. His mixture and magic had worked! This was great news, meaning that head probably created something that could replace those dry rations that he was used to when he traveled. It would probably become a quality sell in stands and by merchants… Of course, he wouldn’t call it a total success yet. He needed to go through the whole day first and see if there would be any side effects.

This now behind him for now, he closed the book in his hand and stored it back in his backpack. Was this day going to be different? He so dearly hoped so. The Aavikanian seemed to be warming up for the day. Not a bad idea, but Vordan had already done his inspection of his weapons and they were all ready for battle… If they would see any kind of battle anyway. These woods didn’t seem particularly dangerous, although he still wondered what the wood elf had done the night before. She was clearly hiding something, that was for sure. What exactly? He wished he knew, as it was certainly something that would concern the lot of them. Maybe she would be honest enough to admit it? Probably not.

With that done, he set himself up for their departure. Elrithos him was glad to hear that the young man would want to learn his teachings. It was truly a rare thing that a human would be taught anything from one of them, especially since the war. It would be a good beginning for him. The sword and the shield, that’s the style he practiced. Very common for humans to use this specific style as it was the most efficient and well-rounded style for combat out there without needing years of training. Hopefully, he would be able to teach him that killing is a necessity and should never be enjoyed… Which brought him to think of Tirian. It was sad to say, but already, he could tell he was a man who knew death all too well. Hopefully, he wasn’t one of those monsters.

With Rudolf’s announcement, Elrtihos got his horse ready and Vordan went to the back of one of the carts, this time simply relaxing.
Elrithos had decided to stay on one side of the carts, whistling lightly as he admired the woods. Being of the desert, he wasn’t exactly accustomed to the woods. Yes, he has seen it MANY times; being a messenger, but it was such a great difference from the barren wastelands of sand. It was filled with life and color, a much more pleasant sight. He couldn’t help it every time. He stayed alert but still, he had a little bit of wondering eye effect on him. He had this simple smile on his face. Vordan, oddly enough seemed to be quite happy two, laying in the back of one of the carts and simply looking at the sky.

Everything seemed to be going fine really… And so, it came to the three men. Elrithos had spotted them from afar, wondering what three men were doing in the middle of nowhere, sitting near the road. He had a pretty good guess of what they wanted, yet was skeptical that it was actually true. Nonetheless, he had hopped off of his horse and began a casual stroll beside him. He would be ready for the worst, but really, this could probably be taken care of pretty easily.

They had approached and immediately, the way was blocked by the three men. This was going to be a bad situation, Elrithos could feel it. The desert elf approached his horse closer to the carts and whistled oddly to him, basically telling him to stay put. He then proceeded to make his way towards the front, but would not intervene.

Vordan had found it odd that they had stopped and sat up to see what was happening. Of course, he jumped out of the cart, making his way to the front and scratched his head… Three people had started talking about the parchments for the job. Ok, big deal. They wanted in? Like the old dwarf said, just join in… Although he doubted that was likely to happen. These, easily enough, were bandits. What did they want? Their heads probably. And their things. Great, so much for a peaceful day. Vordan had rushed back to the back of the cart, equipping himself as needed and pulling out a mix he wanted to test… The one with the blue flame inside. He slipped it into his belt and then pulled out his six shot crossbow, waiting to see things unfold… Well, inspecting things more than paying attention to the main event.

They were clearly not alone and Vordan could tell even before the call they made that they were surrounded. How? Bandits never worked in so little numbers, especially for something like this. They would be at least a dozen for this kind of ambush. And what did you know, he was right. He looked around as the bandits came out of the woods… They were MUCH MORE than twelve. This was a lot worse than he had anticipated and it means better management of his resources. And Aaerynn didn’t need to speak out for the archers… He was way in front of that. They would be his first concern. A quick disposal would be easy, as being in trees; they were easy, immobile targets.

Vordan raised the stock of his weapon up on his shoulder, ready to shoot… He didn’t want to start the fight, but it felt like this would be their only option. Elrithos could already see it happening and pulled out his double bladed weapon, readying himself for the worst case scenario… What came next would almost sickening for the Aavikanian. Tirian had gotten involved, giving a chance… Then proceeded to do what seemed to be completely monstrous. Cut up like a piece of meat… This had startled the warrior, as it seemed so… Barbaric. Maybe it was only his view of things, but it was a very unpleasant sight.
The fight now engaged, Elrithos dashed to the bandits on his side of the cart… Six of them, and archers in the trees. Not too bad. The bandits had come forth with their weapons at the ready, but the first action taken of the elf was something most would think otherwise of him… He jumped off the ground, deflecting the blade that had come for his mid-section and just knocking the first man down. This put Elrithos in what seemed a bad position: Right in the middle of the group who surrounded him. They seemed to be quite happy with the result as they tried to come down on the solitary man. Poor mistake from their part, as Elrithos deflected the first blade to the ground, and in the same motion, had deflected two other blades that were heading in his back.

What followed was probably impossible by human eyes, as no one could have such precision in his movements and the way the blade cut through the air. The blade of his weapon sliced in a single vertical motion, cutting the mid sections of two bandits, then had turned to evade another blade that was going to pierce his ribcage… The curved blade came right back up towards the attacker’s jaw, slicing through like butter. The others backed off a little, now hesitant to continue… Even the man on the ground didn’t seem to want to continue.
Vordan, as soon as he heard the threat had his plan in action. He awaited the clear opportunity, waiting for the archers to turn towards what was happening to the leader. When it came to… The trigger was pressed. A noisy push of air came from the stock of the crossbow, releasing a bolt that ripped through the air in an unimaginable speed for a crossbow without a string. The first target hit, right in the neck as he fell from the tree… Then, a mere second later, a second shot was taken, tearing through the chest of another archer… The last shot, to the stomach of the archer on that side. His sights turned quickly to the man that had been holding Serna beforehand, shooting a single shot towards his knee… He kept turning, shooting one of the bandits attacking Elrithos, downing him and then, his last bolt, for the bandit trying to head for the little girl. Straight in the eye.

Moving forward quickly, he went towards the young elf, dropping his weapon and some bolts near her as he then drew his sword for the upcoming attack.

“Faith, I need you to put the bolts in the holes. Do it quickly.”

An arrow came ripping through the air, nailing Vordan in his chest… Yet Vordan showed no sign of pain, but certainly discomfort. He clenched his jaw as he saw that some bandits were coming for them.

“I’ll keep you safe for now.”
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Well, Elrithos would Naturally go for Tuleria, but it seems that it will no be chosen. So, that being said, he would go for Liveria. It would be more for the problem of the Orcs and the bandits than the angel enclave, but would complete the mission as needed.
I will wait for Heyitsjiwon to post first
Oh my lord. Time to pull out Vordan`s other side of him.
Well, I'm open for a collab if anyone is interested, for the Ball room. It would be his first time outside of the desert, so the curious elf will be curious.

Point Taken, nevermind
EDIT; I will actually wait for my vote, as the older layers should have first choice really. I feel that Liveria should be for more experienced queens blade
Updated CS

I should have done everything much more properly now. Characters finalized.
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Most would think that the tall mercenary would be ignoring everything around him, simply paying attention to what was going on in his hands. They would be dead wrong. He was actually still paying attention to everything happening around him, as he did want to know what people were up to and inform himself on people’s activities. He did want to know who he was traveling with, who could be trusted and especially, who couldn’t. He could already give a break to three of the people here. The first obvious one was the dwarf, as he was the client. This was a given. The second one was the elf from the desert. Yes, this man had maybe not been on his side for his hatred, but he also wasn’t someone to put it up in his face and be rude about it. HE could also easily see he wasn’t someone who would really turn against anyone. Aavikanians were loyal and dedicated people, or so it was said. The last one; The girl. Innocent as can be and simple. She wasn’t any kind of trouble and plus, she was a singer. How could you hate the little one?

The others… Well, the trust wasn’t there at all. His first concern, however, was the wood elf. Her attitude, her presence, her seclusion. She gave off nothing that told him to trust her. And he wouldn’t either. The next was the delusional red-head man. The man seemed to simply be crazy… And you don’t trust crazy. The twins… Well, it wasn’t that he didn’t trust them, but he simply did not like their people. And so, did not trust them for that simple fact. The last man was a mystery, as he didn’t know what to think about him. He seemed to be a simple… Traveler. Something was off about him, but he just couldn’t but his finger on it yet. The one thing he had finally deduced was that the man probably had really bad eyesight, having put the previous information together now. Plus, he spoke about being a soldier, which came to be odd with his reactions. Definitely someone to keep his eyes on.

With that said, he simply went back to checking his weapon, inspecting it from stock to barrel, although still with his eyes wondering the camp. And of course, what did he see? Aaerynn getting off her branch as if noticing something. He stayed discretely fixed on her, watching her movements and actions. No warning of her actions, and it was as if no one had noticed other than him and the dwarf. Why didn’t she warn anyone? It would be courtesy to at least do that. He waited, seeing things unfold and she left. Well, wasn’t that just trustworthy.

Shaking his head, he finally turned his attention to the musicians, a light smile on his face as he heard the sing start. Beautiful really. He wrapped his weapon back up and attached it on is bag as he laid back and closed his eyes to listen. What a great song, oddly enough, sounded familiar, like he had heard it before by bards, especially in Attolia. What was the story behind it? He couldn’t remember, but he does remember hearing about it. What mattered was that it brought a smile on his face… The desert elf was doing something; he could hear it a little, but nothing that would bring the attention of the mercenary.

Vordan enjoyed the music while he could, and when he was done with it, he reached into his bag, pulling out three small glass containers, filled with very odd liquids and pastes, along with a sharpening stone. For the moment being, he would sharpen the blades of his weapons, waiting for the return of the elf… And even upon her return, there was NO CLUE whatsoever of what she had done. She said nothing really, only an exchange with the dwarf that was very short. Really? That picked a nerve in Vordan’s mind now.

Everyone came back to the camp and there was a talk of doing the first watch. Oh how this would be interesting. Immediately, the wood elf said she trusted no one and would take watch. Bullshit. That wasn’t going to happen. Just her? It wasn’t going to happen. He wouldn’t express it, but he would stay awake. Plus, he thought he might have something to compensate for his lack of sleep… If the mix worked. And so, Vordan stayed awake while most of the people were preparing to go to sleep. Elrithos had just used his makeshift ball as a pillow as he lay down and peacefully went to sleep. Perfect.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, Vordan stood up from his spot, having only been writing in his book for the past few hours. He was definitely tired, but it was about to change. He took with him the three glass containers and walked on by the camp… But suddenly stopped. His eyes turned towards the twins, a curious look upon him. They had something… They had a magical item upon them. He would feel it and he approached as silently as possible, kneeling down. What was it? His eyes wondered around, finally landing on the sword of the young man. A magic blade? How interesting… He walked off, noting this in his mind what he had just felt.

He knew Aaerynn would see in walk off into the woods without any reason. And really, if she questioned, then he would just turn the question right back around. He walked a little ways, not minding the darkness for now, and then stopped. He was far enough so that no one would annoy him or distract him. And so, he ordered the chains to come out from his gauntlet, the links slowly slipping out of his wrist and then removed the gauntlet. He stretched it out in a straight line and pulled out the mixture he had made earlier, running the paste along the steel links… And then, he spoke the ancient speech of the Makers, the magical words to bind and create magic items.

“Ferrum Spina Nectunt…”

A small flash of light emanated from the links, staying for a few seconds, and then disappearing. Did it work? Vordan wouldn’t know for now. He’d have to test it out the next night, as rushing to try new magic was dangerous. He had a reaction and he now had to research a little on the reaction. All to be safe. He grabbed the gauntlet once more, the chains dissipating and then, the next two vials. One, well, he decided to actually wait one more night… But he saw the blue flames burning inside. Well, one more thing to research on. Now, the last one… He had this mix for a long time. He never really needed to use it for its purpose, but he would try it this night. With a loud sigh, he uncorked it and drank it down. He coughed, the taste being absolutely gut wrenching. But, he would live through it.

All this being done, he came back to camp, back to writing in his book. Yes, he would be doing this for the rest of the night.

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The sudden scream had awakened Elrithos, his eyes slowly coming to open. He felt great. It was a great night of rest, even without being accommodated with proper facilities. Not that he minded it anyway. The food had probably heled in this case, and Elrithos rose to his feet as if he had been awake for hours now. He noticed that the scream had come from the excited dwarf. What was he screaming about? A good question, but he didn’t seem in any distress. Good, it would mean that he wouldn’t need to precipitate himself. The Aavikanian went and put on his armor and weapons, stepping back a little from the camp to warm himself up for the day with the practice of his blades.

Those watching would notice the near perfect movements of his blades slicing across the air, but that he didn’t seem to be taking an offensive stance quite often. No, to an experienced fighter’s eyes, he was actually practicing the deflection of blades and almost arrows coming his way, keeping the enemies’ weapons away from him and only striking after a longer period of time of defending himself. The second most noticeable thing was that his hands and feet were constantly in movement, noting that he was a static fighter and moved around a lot AND that he had incredible hand-eye coordination and a very stable footing. Clearly, he could be seen as a true warrior now.

Vordan him was still writing and looking around at his things… He hadn’t stopped the whole night. Yet, he seemed perfectly awake and rested.
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