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Current I don't trust stairs. They're always up to something.
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7 yrs ago
William Shakespeare in past tense would be "Wouldiwas Shookspeared"
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7 yrs ago
Have you heard about the Italian cook with an incurable disease? He pastaway.
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Trains don't drink.. They chug.
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Something about subtraction just doesn't add up.
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A smile better suits a hero.

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@Agent 47 Hey sorry man, I'm gonna have to pull out. Not getting the inspiration I thought I would.
Amila Yilen


As the obelisk's humming grew louder, Amila instinctively took her hand away from it. Only to see beams of light shining on the pillar. The sensation of tugging her very soul was unsettling, however she was able to suppress the pain from the cursed spell. Despite her instincts telling her that this was some sort of trap, she couldn't let these people sacrifice themselves to an unknown force. For all she knew, this could be the very thing that is causing the world's decay. Upon seeing the woman emerge from the obelisk, the elf felt no presence from her. Amila knew she was dead the moment she saw her, yet she didn't attempt to do the same ritual for this woman as she did for Ulric. For a someone like this to emerge from an obelisk.. it was dangerous to guide such a soul to rebirth without knowing what the obelisk even did to her. Especially after feeling the interference with her soul.

The creature that rose from the depths was nothing like anything she'd ever seen.. Even among the other mythical creatures that she had encountered. Out of it's maw came it's minions, which is something that Amila expected from something so large. The creature suddenly screamed something, which Amila translated to, 'AT LONG LAST, THE WORK OF THE GODS SHALL BE AT AN END!' There was much more to what it said, however such translation can come later when they got out of this god forsaken place.

"A geis or a curse. I am most wroth." Amila heard beside her, her gaze momentarily fell upon a red haired woman who began slinging fire everywhere. The sage recognized this person.. But now wasn't the time to greet them. Now was the time to fight and survive. As the others took up arms, she too decided it was time to help. Knowing what his master's intentions were, Akash's runic tattoos lit up similarly to Krogier's, burning with a blue spirit fire; soon it's entire body was engulfed in flames as it took flight. Like a miniature phoenix, Akash opened it's beak, unleashing a blue flame that burned the smaller monsters to ash.

Although Amila appreciated Krogier's concern, she wasn't one that really needed protection. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she let out a loud howl, reminiscent of a wolf's. Seemingly from thin air, a pack of spectral dire wolves appeared beside Amila, charging forth and tearing apart any monstrosity they saw.
Hmmm this sounds interesting! I'll keep an eye on it.. If it's still happening.
@Rekaigan collab to have a conversation? Or no?


If you'd like, that sounds nice.
...Uhm
I mean... There's only one elf..


Amila almost anticipated Krogier's question, as he had traveled with her for the past few weeks without even questioning her origins. It was uncommon to meet others who don't know what a Sage is, and what that title means. More often than not, a Sage is either feared or revered based on their reputation.
"Popular? I suppose so. The title of Sage is given to those who are most knowledgeable or powerful in the realm of magic. It's a title that was bestowed upon me forty years ago. Sages are basically scholars. To me anyway." She replied, using his native tongue for ease of communication.

As she thought, the scholar that greeted them was more intimidated by the bear to really notice Krogier and herself, however he managed to give his greeting. She noticed another person, whom she would assume to be another Seeker. A young human woman. Amila stayed silent, listening to the Scholar's explanation of their findings and their first mission. The elf's features brightened when she heard that they've discovered some information about the world's decay. Hervig's interruption was quite unwarranted in Amila's eyes, but hierarchy was always a problem in Human society. As the briefing came to an end, it was time for the present seekers to follow the Scholar. The human woman introduced herself in relative haste and began to walk out the door.

Amila caught up to the Lance Corporal, a warm smile on her face. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Eleanor. I'm Amila Yilen, Sage of the Wilds." She greeted, holding out her hand for a handshake as she kept pace with the soldier. The raven on her shoulder peered intently at Eleanor, it's beady eyes examining her.
"And this is my familiar, Akash." She added with a small chuckle.


A day off sounded tremendously nice. She could go eat, take a nap... All sorts of things she could do! She thought back to the exam as she walked almost aimlessly through the halls. That strange energy that she had felt before was probably magic. She had noticed afterward that her jacket was fine and the lens on the mask had been repaired immediately as soon as the white fog had disappeared. She didn't know if it was magic that fixed her jacket or if the test was just one big illusion.. The pangolin didn't know how magic really worked so she decided to let it slide for now. She'd never come up with a proper reasoning behind any of it.

She took the time to peer into the rooms as she walked passed them, only to notice someone familiar, laying in a bed.. Rii.. Riiii... Rikka! That was her name! Magnhild felt a little bad for almost forgetting her roommates name. She walked up closer to the door to get a closer look at her would-be roomie to confirm that it was actually her. Which it was. Mag paused for a moment before slipping the tip of her foot into the gap of the door, pulling it open without removing her hands from her jacket pockets. Typically, an acquaintance or friend would express some sort of worry for someone in an infirmary, but such things can't really be expected of Magnhild. Well.. Maybe she was a little worried. She silently walked over to Rikka, promptly sitting down in an empty chair near her.

"Are you alright? Did something happen during your exam?" She asked simply, placing her elbow on the armrest as she rested her cheek in her hand. Assuming a rather casual posture.
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