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"Yes...I am on edge. My apologies. Being in this land for long has...changed my mind, perhaps." Elithiana's smile brightened slightly as he took off his helmet, hanging its chin strap on a hook on his belt, he looked a lot less intimidating without it on and any nerves that remained from the previous altercation left her. "My name is Dmitri. I come from Praele. The Order of Chemjir sent me to persecute criminals who have fled our land. I am no tin can, as this man says. I am great warrior. And I am deeply sorry for being so unfriendly. It was my job to end our negative reputation, when I fear I have only deepened it."

Smiling brightly, she nodded, pleased to finally be able to identify his accent. She doesn't know why it took her so long to place it, after all, her uncle used to have a friend who was from Praele, the two of them were constantly arguing. She'd have to ask her uncle whether he still has contact with him... "Don't fret about it, alright?" As he shouldn't, she is not in the habit of judging others. "My name is Elithiana, but" nodding to him and the two gentlemen who came to her assistance, "my friends all call me El."

He kneeled down, surprising El slightly. "You have my thanks for being so forgiving." He stood up again quickly. "Now, as a token of friendship, let me to carry the man. I may need some help, as this," He gestured to his shield with his free hand. "Occupies part of my strength." It does look rather heavy...

Dmitri walked over to the man, looking him over. "From looks of it, we need to hurry." Elithiana's expression turned grave as she once again turned her attention to the man. He was so pale...

"Yes, I was debating how to move him when you three got here, I didn't want to cause him any further harm." Nodding slightly to the three men around her "I'm really glad that the three of you showed up when you did, I'm sure that between us, we'll be able to move him safely."

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As El was still debating on how exactly she's going to proceed to get the man to the Chapel without furthering his injuries, she heard a sound. It was soft and far away, but it was the unmistakable sound of singing. As a lover of music, El's interests were immediately perked and she couldn't help but glance in the direction of the mysterious singer, but one groan from her two injured companions was enough to banish all thoughts about music from her mind and to place her full focus on them instead.

She was interrupted from her thoughts however, when a voice called out to her. "Prasteete! Hold there. Step from injured man."

Startled she looked at the source of the voice, her green eyes widening slightly at the sight of the armored man and more importantly, the weapon her was holding. While she has no doubt that she could hold her own in a fight, her saber as well as her bow and arrows were secured on Ava's saddle bags and whats more, she has no guarantee that she'd be able to protect the injured men while fighting. She will try though if it comes down to it.

"What is meaning...no...intention. What is intention with that man?" He has an accent, it's interesting, El is sure that she heard it somewhere before, though she struggles to place it now. Banishing her musings on his accent, she assumed a more protective stance as he stepped forwards. She refuses to let any more harm come to these men.

"I do not wish to harm, but I will if I must." If he doesn't wish wish harm, he has a funny way of showing it, though maybe he just misjudged the situation? Elithiana hopes so...

Elithiana was about to respond to the knight, and hopefully defuse the situation when a new voice joined the party. “Hey tin can, the fighting here is long over.”

Looking up, she saw that two of the merchants she spotted earlier were positioning themselves between her and the knight, causing the latter to point his blade at the one who spoke. El wasn't sure whether or not she preferred it when he was pointing the blade at her or not, she hated it when others place themselves in dangerous situations.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful and help this poor woman trying to bring these two injured men to the cathedral.” While she agrees with the first part, she'd hardly call herself a poor woman...

Without waiting for a reply from the knight, the two merchants turned to her. “Allow us to help you.” The one that she assumes is the leader due to doing all the talking up to this point, said with a friendly smile that she returned.

"Thank you, you're help is much appreciated." Looking at the knight though, she felt a little sorry for him, he probably was just trying to help. Sending him a small smile she addressed him, "No hard feelings about what happened, alright? After what happened last night, anybody would be on edge."

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Erika looked around at her new apartment, a sense of satisfaction filling her at the last of her moving boxes laying empty at her feet.

She had arrived in Bell Reach less than four weeks ago and had found her new humble abode a week after that, since then, she's been hard at work turning her apartment into a suitable base of operations(aka, unpacking her stuff), exploring the town, scouting suitable patrol routes for her alter-ego and, well, actually going to work at her new job teaching kick-boxing a few blocks away. Now, her apartment was finally in a livable condition and she couldn't be more thrilled to have one less responsibility to deal with.

Glancing at the time, she was even more pleased to discover that the day was still young and hers or the taking after a quick lunch. Not even bothering to walk over to the fridge, seeing as she was well aware of its barren state, she simply shrugged on her leather jacket over her black 'zombie identification chart' t-shirt, pulled on her boots(she prefers the comforts of bare feet in her own home, thank you), grabbed her wallet and backpack and headed for the door. She briefly stopped to run her hand through her short black hair, causing it to stick up in a few directions and to shoot herself a finger-gun/smirk combo in front of the mirror, for luck and then she was out.

Boarding her precious bike, she briefly weighed her options. She could go to a restaurant, but she wasn't really in the mood for a sit-down meal, and though she knows that she probably should go grocery shopping that day, she wanted to spend a few hours enjoying the town first. After about a minute of contemplation later, she pulled on her helmet(mostly just to keep the wind out of her eyes and because it looks cool rather than safety reasons) and started her bike, the sound of its engine in her ears as it carried her towards the beach. She remembers that there was a great hot-dog stand around there.

Coming to a stop in front of the beautiful sand of the beach, she made a mental note to remember to try to make time to learn how to surf one of these days and got off of her bike and took off her helmet, making sure to set the alarm and take the key out of the ignition. The last thing she wanted was for someone to come around and steal her baby, after all, it wasn't easy to get Jordan to help her to fix it up without giving anything away. Giving her vehicle a fond pat. she turned and started walking in the direction that she believes the hot-dog stand was, passing a restaurant called Little China in the process. It looks nice enough, maybe she'll try it out someday in the future?

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He and El can interact if you want? I'm not sure what to do with her atm either.

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Elithiana was once again making her way back to the chapel. She's been going back and forth with the wounded for a while now and now wasn't any different. She was walking slowly and carefully, taking great care not to jostle the larger man that was practically hanging off of her shoulder while his friend was sitting half-slumped on Ava's back. It was times like these that she couldn't help but thank the spirits for letting her have such a loyal and well-behaved companion. Though it was by no means easy, practically having to drag a man both larger and heavier than herself half-way across the city, it would have been infinitely more so if she had to worry about her horse going off on her own if she wasn't constantly holding onto the reigns.

Turning down a street, she passed a tavern, barely sparing it a second glance. It wasn't as if she was planning on using it herself, after-all, winter is still a good ways off and it doesn't look as if a storm would be rolling in any-time soon, which is all reason she needs to spend a pleasant evening under the stars and surrounded by nature. Though...she had to try really hard to keep her attention away from the poor child's body outside of it...they were just so small...

Well, now, that train of thought never helped anybody! El has two people counting on her right now! She can't afford to lose focus now!

They were just a couple of blocks away from the chapel when a pained gasp escaped the man hanging off of her shoulder and he pitched fowards slightly, causing her to stumble. She barely managed to keep her balance and prevent the man from having a rough landing, gently lowering him to the ground and immediately checking him over.

"Sir, can you hear me? We're almost at the chapel, sir, please just a few more streets and then you can rest."

As she talked, she moved one of her hands from where they were supporting his head, giving his cheek a soft pat in order to get a response. He was already pale when she found him, but he was even more so now, sweat covered his brow causing his dark hair that was already clumping together from the blood from a small head-injury to cling to his face. Praying to any and all deities out there, she hoped that moving him didn't aggravate his injuries to a point of no return.

"...W-wa...water..." his voice, gravely and weak as it may be, came as a relief to her and she immediately sprang into action, laying him down as gently as she could and rummaging through her saddle bags for her flask and only briefly stopping to give the unconscious man on Ava a quick check and to make sure that he's not about to all off, before rushing back to the one on the ground. Gently supporting his head and allowing him to have a quick drink, she watched as he slumped with relief as the cool water entered his mouth before exhaustion claimed him.

Uttering a word she learned from her uncle that would have had her mother reaching for the soap, she debated her options. It was one thing to help support him when he was still half conscious and at least able to try to stay upright, but unconscious things just got a whole lot harder...

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As the guard was telling her that they could use some more volunteers transporting the wounded to the chapel, a chill ran down El's back, causing her to glance behind her just as a group of...merchants walked by. She doesn't know what it was about them, possibly their scars or their muscular bodies, but she got and off-putting feeling from them...

Shaking her head, El returned her full attention to the guard. She was probably just imagining or projecting things, after all, the roads can be rather dangerous and merchants have to travel constantly in order to transport valuable goods, who was she to judge them just because they have a few more scars and muscles than the merchants that she's used to seeing? The bad feeling was most likely just the result of the atmosphere surrounding this poor city after their recent battle...

Giving the guard a final nod, and her finest encouraging smile, she walked deeper into the town, clutching Ava's reigns tightly as she looked for injured survivors, her heart growing heavier each time she discovered a body. She didn't give up though, these people need help and as much as she just wants to go find her highness and get away from the death littering the streets, she knew where her priorities lay at the moment.

It was around a half-hour after she started her search that her efforts finally bore fruit in the shape of a young injured man lying half-hidden inside a side-alley, most likely in order to escape the attackers after becoming too injured to continue fighting. Pulling a couple of bandages out of her pack, El quickly worked to cover the worst of his injuries. Hopefully it'll do until she could get him some real medical attention.

With painstaking care, a lot of effort and some coaxing on her end to get her horse to kneel, she helped the half-conscious man to mount her steed, taking great care to ensure that he wont tumble off, and started heading in the direction she believed the guard said that the Chapel was.

Though, considering the fact that she is a complete stranger to these roads, it was to be expected that she would get turned around on her way there. Thankfully, luck was on her side and she managed to cross paths with a young woman who was happy to point her in the right direction, allowing her to reach it without too much trouble.

Bringing Ava to a halt in front of the chapel, she secured her beloved horse's reigns and helped her passenger to dismount, supporting him as they climbed up the steps to the building. Curiously enough, they passed an orc, though considering circumstances, El didn't dwell on the why's, considering that he didn't seem to be hurting anybody, so with a nod in his direction as a greeting she entered the building and was promptly relieved of her charge by a nearby monk.

She lingered only long enough to see him disappear behind a door to receive treatment before she was off again to repeat the process.

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El

Name: Elithiana(goes by El) Woodenbrooke

Age: 22

Race: Half-elf

Appearance: Long, slightly curly, raven-colored hair. Emerald green eyes. She has pale skin, with a few small scars on her hands from a couple of nicks and scrapes. She is also slim, has an okay figure, and is 5'8 in length.

Brief description: Raised by her human mother and uncle, El was basically forced to train in combat by her uncle since birth. She was good, but fighting never appealed to her, she much preferred more creative pursuits like music and dreamed of traveling as a bard. It was only after she embarked on her travels and came face to face with the suffering inflicted on others that she truly appreciated her uncle's training. It is her personal quest to try to help create a better future for the citizens by doing what she can to ensure that the true ruler can reclaim the throne.

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And, that's my character! I hope that she and the post was okay?

Edit: Found a face-claim that more-or-less fits my character after ages of scrolling through pictures online.

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The sky was just starting to lighten as the sun prepared for its ascent in the sky. The gentle strings of a mandolin was the only sound, its beautiful melody filling the forest air and breaking the usual quiet that surrounds this time-frame, accompanied by a sweet voice humming along.

The song continued on for a good few minutes still before the player brought it to an end, carefully placing the beautiful instrument down next to her and standing up and stretching out her limbs. Seeing her movement, an impatient neighing was soon directed at her, causing a smile to spread over her lips as she started tending to the impatient horse. The pale skin of her hands in a sharp contrast to the horse's pitch black body, not unlike the half-elf's own raven locks.

"Okay, Ava, okay, I'm getting you an apple right now, relax."

Only a person with a heart made out of stone could resist smiling at the animal's clear joy at the prospect of getting a treat and the girl wasn't one of them. Her emerald eyes twinkling with mirth as her companion basically inhaled the unsuspecting fruit.

The horse's needs met, her attention turned to her small campsite. Packing up her supplies and clearing up after herself was a quick process, a lot of experience speeding things up significantly and soon she was on the back of her horse, riding towards her destination. The city of Tamberle.

If her information is correct, her highness, Lady Maren, had been heading in that direction, hopefully she'll be able to get there before her highness moves on. If not, she'll try to pick up the trail again.

Elithiana had never been known to give up, after all. A trait that she most certainly received from the human side of her parentage, especially considering who her uncle is.

A smirk crossed her face at the thought of that grizzled old war veteran and she urged her beautiful steed to go faster. She knows that he would approve of what she's trying to do, even if her mother might not be as pleased at the prospect. After-all, in her words, a lady has no place on the battlefield...she'll understand, though...eventually...and even if she doesn't...El can't just sit back and watch blood be spilled and innocents suffer under the 'king' Mago's rule anymore! She has to do something to help!

Which is why she is currently seeking out her highness, to offer her services willingly and freely. She might not be able to do anything significant, but as long as she's helping in any way, shape or form, she'll be satisfied.

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Several hours had passed since she set out that morning and she finally had her destination in sight, though with the sight in front of her, Elithiana almost wished that she didn't.

The remnants of a battle lay all around her as she rode through towards the city gate, it caused a sick feeling to well up inside her and she tried not to focus on the bodies.

It wasn't hard to guess what had happened here, obviously the city was attacked, and luckily it seemed as if it had survived...though, at what cost she dreaded finding out.

Entering the gate, she dismounted and walked over to a nearby town guard. It wasn't necessary to ask what happened, or how bad the battle affected this town, his tired and wary eyes, his obvious injuries and the condition of the city answered that easily enough, so she jumped straight to business.

"What can I do to help?"