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Lifprasil, the King of Kings; 
Falas, Commander of the Angels; 
Loth, the Wanderer

Collab between Scarifar and poog the pig

Falas entered her hut, getting a bit of reprieve from the excitement and stress of the recent events. The battle for the Valley of Peace had been fought and won, and now came much work that needed to be done. First came the grieving of the many Angels that had lost their lives against the horrible monster and its army they had fought. Falas had spent quite a bit of time with many Angels, some even being close friends, but now a large number of them were gone, turned into dust once they were killed. The event of so many dead was unprecedented, and Falas was at a loss for what to do to honor them all for their efforts.

Then there was Lifprasil, the being that had simply appeared out of nowhere with their own army and practically single handedly defeated the monster that had threatened to overpower the Angels. Falas believed it was the right thing to thank Lifprasil for what they had done, but she didn't feel like a mere "thank you" would be sufficient. 

Falas sighed. The times were taking an unusual turn, and Falas wanted to make sure that turn leaded to a positive and hopeful era for the Angels and the Valley of Peace. Lifprasil would almost definitely play a vital part in it, which was why Falas wanted to have them on friendly relations. All in all, there was much to be done. Falas wondered how well it would go.

A knock at the entrance of her hut broke her out of her thoughts, making her look up in surprise and turn to look at the entrance. In the doorway was an Angel Falas hadn't seen face-to-face in a long time. Falas was in stunned silence for a few seconds, but she quickly recovered from the shock. "Loth?" Falas asked wondrously. "Is that you?" Loth smiled as he replied, "Indeed. It's been a long time, hasn't it, Falas?" 

Falas stared at Loth for a few more seconds before remarking, "I've never really noticed before, but... you really have changed a lot." It was true. Loth no longer wore the usual white toga of typical Angel garb; instead, he wore a sleeveless vest and simple leggings, both made of an unidentifiable animal hide. His hair had grown to shoulder-length, and his eyes contained a strong glint that hadn't been there before.

"I could say the same to you," Loth responded, gesturing to her hair and extra wings. "You're certainly not the young Angel I once knew." Falas chuckled, then said, "So, what brings you back to the Valley of Peace?"

"The Valley of Peace has become a source of interest, what with the recent battle and the appearance of this new being," Loth explained. "And seeing that the Valley of Peace is where I was born, I would not miss it for the world." After a brief second of silence with Loth examining the inside of Falas' hut, Loth urned his attention back to Falas herself and asked, "Falas, would you be so kind as to show me around the Valley of Peace? I'm also interested to see just how much the Valley of Peace has changed over the years."

"Oh, absolutely," Falas agreed. "Follow me."

Shortly before, but not quite upon the realization that Vulamera had been slain by Vowzra, Lifprasil's agenda was less urgent than it had been upon recieving such knowledge of Time and the like. Instead, the Emperor had the aftermath of the battle against the tumulous giant known as Grot to attend to, plans to make, and ties to knot with haste; to create bonds with Angels, and meet their god.

Through the Valley Lifprasil trudged, the grime and gore from his adventure inside of Grot had begun to wear thin and degrade, leaving his body (save for his armor) returning to its normal state of a secret strength within femininity. The sword, once gifted by Vestec himself, remained still around Lifprasil's waste, no longer did it dig into Niciel's protective shell; instead, it rested with satisfaction upon its reflective, metal tongue. It had spilled blood, and much of it, and so it was satisfied, and so was the armor encasing Lifprasil, as it had protected its master, as it had so many times before. Its feet, padded with Might crushed mint colored grass underfoot, whilst fantastic clouds of a purple hue rolled over features in the landscapes, subtle dips, and soaring expanses into the sky; these things all made the haze covering the Nice Valley amorphous, ever-changing.

Lifprasil merely had to follow traces of Niciel's essence, folly upon the divine senses would lead him to her, and eventually, it did.

As Niciel experimented with a bit of energy, twisting and shaping it to form some sort of shape, she eventually became aware of a presence approaching her location, one that she would not fail to recognize. Allowing the energy to dissipate, Niciel turned her attention to Lifprasil, wondering why he was visiting her. "Lifprasil, a pleasure to see you again," Niciel greeted Lifprasil warmly. "How have you been?"

The not-so-young demigod smiled, he felt some sensation that he had not felt before - nostalgia? So many new things often tampered with the senses, and the old could bring things into retrospect. "Prosit," said Lifprasil, relishing hailing Niciel in such a familiar way. "I'm fine, thanks to your gift, and I have defended the Valley you so cherish as your home - are the Angels of your divine creation?" Lifprasil then questioned, pacing around the eb and flow of colorful vegetation.

"Indeed, they are my wonderful children," Niciel said happily. "And the Valley of Peace is as much their home, if not more so, as it is mine." Niciel's voice then took on a sad tone as she continued, "Unfortunately, many of them have lost their lives during the battle. Were it not for your timely appearance, they might have even lost the battle itself. For aiding them and protecting the Valley of Peace, I thank you." 

Lifprasil shook his head "I am merely paying back what is due, your generosity in the dawn of my life is something I have narry forgotten since. I would sooner like to extend an offer to make this land friendly to myself and my people, and help your Angels recover from the battle, however. Would you accept this?" he then questioned, a smile thinning his vibrant, perfect lips.

Niciel blinked in surprise. She had not been expecting such an offer at all. Her first instinct was to accept immediately, but she quickly stopped herself and began to take the time to analyze the situation first. If there was anything she had learned from Vestec, it was that one should not be clouded by emotions when making decisions. She had made that mistake too many times already, and she was not willing to make it again. Even if Lifprasil did save her Angels and had never shown ill intention towards her, Niciel wanted to make sure. After a brief moment, though, Niciel was content after analyzing the purity of Lifprasil's soul and detecting no dishonesty or deception within them. 

"With an offer like that, there seems to be little reason to refuse," Niciel said. "You have my blessing for this, but it would be a wise idea to speak to my daughter Falas about this as well. As I've said, the Valley of Peace is the home of the Angels. I have no doubt, however, that she would be willing to accept this as well."

With a nod, Lifprasil ceased his pacing, and turned his attention away from Niciel - as if talking away from her, distantly into the peaceful forests around them. "Thank you, Niciel, and thank you for being one of my oldest friends - despite how sparse our conversations may be. Your angels are welcomed in Alefpria, and more importantly: you are as well." said the Demi-God as departure.

He went off a ways to seek out Falas herself, he merely had to follow the menagery of commotion, rather than trust his base senses - he found Alefprians speaking with Angels, intermingling despite the language barrier. Hulking Lifprasilians, Vestecians, Vulamerians, even Hain, and humans partook in socialite activities; and the closer he came to the center of the commotion, the closer he came to Falas. 

Falas had been showing Loth around the Valley of Peace, revealing what had changed during the many years he was away. Loth nodded several times as Falas spoke, but remained a bit disappointed about the subject. Loth was about to voice his concerns, but then they detected the presence of a being more powerful than the other individuals around. Turning their heads, they quickly spotted Lifprasil emerging from the crowds, approaching them.

"Excuse me," Falas said hurriedly to Loth as she walked over to Lifprasil. "Lifprasil, hello!" Falas greeted them. Loth looked at Lifprasil and raised an eyebrow in interest, but did not approach the demigod. It sounded to him that this being was someone of importance, so Loth thought it wise not to interfere for now. He was still only an outsider, after all.

Lifprasil waved, and smiled in kind to Falas' greeting, he was happy to see the angel, it seemed, and embraced her with a single arm, he draped it over her shoulder, as to pull the esteemed commander to his side. "Hello, Falas," calmly said he, "How are your people recovering?' Lifprasil questioned, motioning to the broad number of people that almost encircled the trio.

Falas tensed up slightly in surprise at the contact. It was still something that she was not used to. "It, uh, it, every, uh, um-" Falas stuttered before pausing to clear her throat. Once that was done, Falas took a breath, feeling much calmer. "E-everything's going well. Many Angels are, well, grieving, over the loss of their friends. With time, though, I think we'll be alright," Falas replied. 

"So we remain in situations similar - my people grieve as well, but your healing of those wounded may have saved many lives yet." Lifprasil explained, chuckling in bemusement at Falas' stutter. "Thank you, Falas, those that would have died defending the Valley, and attacking it under misguided attrition have been given a second chance thanks to you. I'm just glad I had come in time to help defend this beautiful place, maybe if Alefpria hadn't stepped in; the ground we stand on could have been lost to my father." the Emperor finished, but he seemed to be holding back, as if pondering on what to say to Falas next.

"You're, you're very much welcome," Falas said. Before she could say anything more, though, Loth decided to step forward. "If I may interject," Loth said, raising a hand to his chest in politeness. Falas turned towards him, slightly surprised. Loth, unperturbed, bowed slightly and continued, "Greetings. My name is Loth. May I ask yours?" 

Lifprasil analyzed the new angel, his hair, the variation in dress from his brothers and sisters within the Valley. None of these things seemed to bother him, however, and he motioned for Loth to stand. "Prosit, Loth, I am Lifprasil, the Emperor of Alefpria and her sovereign people. There is no bowing to a ruler of equals - you may remain standing in my presence." Lifprasil playfully scorned, keeping his inquisitive smile throughout.

"May I ask: what are you doing in the presence of Falas? You seem different from those that reside in this land."

Loth smiled slightly at Lifprasil's words. "It has been many years since I left the Valley of Peace in search of knowledge and truth. Since then, I have learned much about the world outside it." Loth explained. "I had originally planned to come back and share the knowledge I obtained during my travels, but the appearance of the army changed things. Long story short, I reported it, your forces defeated it, and here we are."

"Loth was a big help," Falas added. "If he did not find the army and reported it to me, the Angels might not have been as prepared to fight it. He is a trusted friend."

Lifprasil smiled - this was a welcome person, indeed, he would not have weighed the strategic value of a flanking maneuver, had Lakshmi not thought of it. It seemed that throughout Galbar, helpful mortals resided. "I too saw what the Horde of Chaos had done to the unsuspecting people outside this valley, when I traveled in a different form. Are you here to come home? Or merely visit before continuing your travels?" Lifprasil questioned, drawing his attention to Loth.

"I am currently here for the latter," Loth responded. "There is still much I have yet to learn. Right now, though, I am particularly interested in you." Looking down at Lifprasil's equipment with a keen eye, Loth noted, "Your armor suggests that it was created with Angels' magics in mind, and that weapon around your waist... I've never seen anything like it. You clearly have very special connections with the Gods and Goddesses of our world, Mother Niciel included. If I may ask, what exactly are you?"

"I'm not quite mortal, and not quite god, but that of a partisian of the divine power known as 'might': I am a Demi-God, as it would be called. I was born from Vulamera and Vestec: opposing sides of the dialogue that dictates the ways of this world. So naturally, I reside in the middle of chaos, and order. Mother Niciel was there for me when I was born, and from her I recieved this divine armor, as the first born child of the Pantheon. To answer your question." Lifprasil replied, making sure bade the many headed weapon as it tightened upon his waist, as if hungry once again. "I believe this armor preceeds the Angel race."

"Interesting... very interesting..." Loth muttered, staring at the wonderous being in front of him. 

"Maybe we should get back to what we were going to do," Falas said, placing a hand on Loth's shoulder. "I believe we have more important matters to attend to." Loth frowned at the prospect of having to delay the conversation, but could understand what Falas was thinking. "Very well, another time then," Loth conceded, and stepped back a step. 

Turning back to Lifprasil, Falas asked, "Lifprasil, what brings you to the Valley of Peace?"

"An alliance between two civilizations - I believe that with such a looming threat, both our cultures can benefit from a mutual alliance between one another," Lifprasil began, staring Falas in the eye, rather than gazing at his surroundings like he had been. "Intermingling between Alepfrians and Angels can bring new ideas and technology to the Valley of Peace - and to the interped shores of Alefpria itself, so that not only we can sow bonds of political intrigue, but cultural comradery. Even now, Alefprian soldiers and your Angelic warriors seem to be spearheading such an idea without even realizing that they could be building something greater... However subtly. He offered, fixating himself upon Falas with this gift he had extended to the Valley.

"I have already spoken to Niciel - but she wants you to formulate your own opinion on the matter.

Falas had a bit of trouble grasping the idea of such a thing. To her, it seemed like something unimaginably large, and she had no idea how or even what to do for it. 

Loth was more thoughtful on the subject, and was the first to respond. "I don't see any problems with this. A culture exchange would be beneficial for both parties, and if Mother Niciel has already given her approval, I see no reason to turn you down." Loth said. Turning to Falas, Loth added, "It would be advisable to accept this offer."

Falas didn't know what to think, but Loth made some convincing points. Deciding to trust her friend, Falas said, "Very well, I accept. Lifprasil, you have an alliance with the Angels." Falas then extended her hand to Lifprasil for a handshake to seal the deal.

Lifprasil took Falas' hand in his, and thus shook it. "Thank you - with this alliance, maybe we can better prevent something like the Horde of Chaos. Perhaps a visit to Alefpria could be arranged? Or a counsulate? Or perhaps an Embassy?" he questioned, bombarding the poor angel with terms and questions she probably had no grasp of yet. 

Falas was already struggling with her role as a leader, and now this. Just as she was beginning to feel her stress levels rising to unmanageable levels, Loth chose to step in once more.

"There's no need to rush. Let's take things step by step," Loth said, raising a hand as if to slow things down. "A visit to Alefpria can certainly be arranged. Any thoughts on a particular day, Lifprasil?"

Lifprasil relented, however gradually, his keen sense of the mind sent a solid retort to his rising ambition. "I believe I'll be leaving in two days. Perhaps you can accompany me and the departing Alefprian soldiers?" he offered, motioning to the shawled soldiers scattered throughout the valley. "I believe many things can be learned from such a visit."

"That sounds reasonable. We'll be looking forward to it," Falas responded. 

-Falas takes a short break from the tiresome tasks of being a leader, while thinking about the future. 
-Loth, an Angel who left the Valley of Peace very early on, returns to his birthplace to check up on current events.
-The two Angel Heroes have a short chat, and Loth asks Falas to show him around the Valley of Peace, which she readily agrees to.

-Meanwhile, Lifprasil returns from his short journey involving Vowzra to visit Niciel, thanking her for the wonderful and fabulous armor while Niciel also thanks Lifprasil for aiding the Angels.
-Lifprasil offers friendly relations between Alefpria and the Valley of Peace, and after a brief moment of hesitation, Niciel agrees, and encourages them to seek out Falas for her approval as well, which Lifprasil does.

-Meanwhile again, Falas is currently showing Loth around, and the two soon notice Lifprasil's presence.
-Falas goes over to greet Lifprasil, and the two begin a conversation.
-Loth decides to interject himself into the conversation and question Lifprasil about their origin.
-After some time, Falas decides to get the conversation back to its original topic, and Lifprasil offers the same offer of an alliance to Falas, which she and Loth accept.
-Lifprasil also invites Falas and Loth for a future visit to Alefpria, which Falas accepts.
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