Tae

Avalia

Time: Dawn
Location: Aklentroth’s War Room/ Outside the Necropolis
Interactions: @Alivefalling-Aklenroth @FunnyGuy-Umber @Eviledd1984-O’Ner

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The angel glanced at her friend as he entered the room giving him the smallest of smiles before looking back to Aklenroth. Azriel stood as she listened to her king speak, explaining the situation and what they needed to do. He wanted them to meet with O’Ner and then go find Xenelith? Azriel briefly glanced back over to Umber, unsure how he felt about having to work with others. It wasn’t often that they had to work with others, mostly due to the fact that they didn’t get along well with others. If Aklenroth commanded it, however, she would obey. “Yes my lord.” She said as she took the charms and crystal from the lich king. “We won’t fail you.” She promised as she waited for Umber to head out as well.

Once they were out of the room and headed out of the Necropolis she turned to speak to her mentor. ”How do you feel about working with others to track down these humans?” She asked him, truly curious on how he felt. She personally would rather work alone with Umber to track down these humans and eradicate them from their home. It was at that moment that that she heard Aklenroth’s voice in her head making his announcement. She found it interesting that he was willing to keep the humans alive. Wouldn’t it be better to just destroy the threat?

They made it out of the Necropolis and found O’Ner rather quickly. She gave the undead quite the mischievous grin as she pulled one of the charms out of her pocket. ”Ah there you are O’Ner. It looks like our lord wishes for us to work together to track these humans. Are you up for the challenge?” She asked him in a sweet tone, however there was still that mischievous smirk on her face. ”Oh, Aklenroth told me to give you this charm. We are to keep them on us at all times. I have one for Xenelith as well once we find him.” She explained.

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Time: Dawn
Location: Heart of the forest
Interaction:@Dezuel-Elthrael

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Elsea had fallen into a dreamless sleep, having been far too exhausted from the previous days events. She had barely even moved in her sleep, however the voice in her head and the swift movement of Elthrael next to her had her awaking with quite a start. Who was that and why could she hear him so clearly in her head. She watched as Elthrael darted outside with his sword and she arose quickly, keeping a blanket wrapped around her body. She glanced out the front door of the hut to see the face of something truly frightening she almost wondered if she were still asleep. There in the sky was a skeletal face speaking to them, informing them of the hunt for humans. The hunt for people like her. Of course this was how her morning would start.

Elthrael began to head back towards the hut and she looked at him his grinning face a bit suspiciously. That skeleton in the sky offered some sort of reward for her, despite all his talk of protecting her would he consider handing her over? That would be of benefit to him, would it not? She backed away from the door to let him in, keeping her suspicions to herself for the time being. If it came down to it the skeleton also offered a reward to those who turned themselves in. She didn't know if she could trust him either, but at this point she really wasn't sure if she should trust anyone.

She looked over to where he had indicated, not sure if he entirely realized that she had no skill with any weapons or armor. So she decided to start with the obvious at finding clothing since her tattered dress had been left down by the spring. So she started with the obvious, finding actual clothing. She started with looking at dresses, however, she began to wonder if pants would be more practical especially if they were to go hunting. In the end she settled on a white tunic with some reddish brown pants and brown boots. She found what she assumed to be leather armor and struggled to put it on, but accomplished it in the end. She found what looked like a dirk that she could attach to her hip, though she had no clue how to use it. She also settled on a bow and quiver of arrows as she had a tiny bit of experience with it thanks to her brothers. She was no expert though and would be lucky if she could actually hit a moving target.

She decided to quickly braid her long red hair out of her face before emerging from the hut. ”The River Kingdom? Have you done something that would offend them?” She asked him curiously after she had realized that he had said he hoped they could forget and forgive. Were they headed towards more danger? Was danger just her life now?

Avalia

Time: After Midnight
Location: Forest of the peninsula of the Sun Elf Village
Interaction: @Inertia-Rei @Potter-Corvina @Alivefalling-Dracolich @princess-Malachi

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Kenia was swiftly leading the group away when she took notice of a large creature flying towards them. What was coming now? Another dragon? Were they seriously going to have to run from two dragons now? Just as she was about to shout something, she watched a rider come tumbling off of the dragon’s back while the dragon continued on to confront the dracolich. Poor creature didn’t look like it would stand a chance against the undead dragon.

That’s when her eyes fell on the blonde haired Light Elf that had fallen off the dragon’s back. She watched as he swiftly gathered his arrows and called out to her group. Wait...did he just call her elf girl?! She was quite clearly a woman, she was even willing to bet she was older than this male. Irritation boiled inside of her, but now wasn’t the time. She needed to get everyone to safety. She did spare a moment for a snarky remark. ”Keep running? No, I thought it would be perfectly safe to stop running now that you’re here!” There was heavy sarcasm in her tone as she continued leading them along.

She was leading them all towards the base of some mountains where she knew there would be a decent cave to hide in for a short while. That way they could all get some proper rest with minimal chance of being found. So she ran as swiftly as possible, hoping everyone was able to keep up. After a decent amount of time running they made it to the cave and she quickly ushered them all inside. She took only a short moment to catch her breath before she whirled on the elf male. Almost as if in the blink of an eye she had a dagger out and had grasped Malachi by the shirt, pressing the dagger to his throat. ”Call me an elf girl again and I’ll make sure you will forever be known as merely a boy and never a man. She hissed at him, giving him a glare before pulling the knife away and taking half a step back. She kept the weapon in her hand, however, just in case. ”Now who are you? I’m assuming you are an ally as you helped us escape the dracolich?”

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Time: Dawn
Location: Aklentroth’s War Room
Interactions: @Alivefalling-Aklenroth @FunnyGuy-Umber

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A dark haired, terrifying beauty made her way silently through the halls of the Necropolis. The tip of her black wings delicately dragged behind her as she made her way towards her destination. Azriel had been summoned along with her mentor and partner, Umber, to meet with Aklenroth. She had agreed to meet Umber there and so it was a rare sight to see her alone. She carried her sword at her side along with keeping her shield strapped to her back for the time being.

There had been talk of humans returning to their lands and rumor had it Aklenroth felt threatened by them. Of course Azriel would never be one to speak of the rumor that their Dark King feared something and she pitied the fools who would speak such things aloud. There was also word that the humans had started some fires in the forests. If they were capable of that, then perhaps they were a danger.

She entered the war room and knelt before Aklenroth, bowing her head to her king. ”My lord, I have come at your request. What would you have your Wraiths do?” She asked him, her voice a uniquely haunting sound that some may be considered beautiful to some while unsettling to others. She knew Umber wouldn’t be far behind her in showing up, she wondered what assignment Aklenroth would give them.

Avalia

The Angel of Death

Hider

Azriel Corbeau ⋆ 26 ⋆ Female ⋆ Demi-Human

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Appearance

Height:

5’9

Weight:

130 lbs

Hair Color:

Raven black

Eye Color:

Yellow

Skin Tone:

Fair

Brief Clothes Description:

Azriel often wears something very similar to the clothing in her photo, however hidden beneath the dress is enchanted mythril armor gifted to her by Aklenroth. It provides a form of magic resistance where magic can still harm her, however it takes more to do so. Along with her clothing she carries a shield and longsword which she is quite skilled with.

Calculating ⋆ Calm ⋆ Ruthless ⋆ Snarky

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆Balance by any means
⋆Flying
⋆Power to defeat those that look down on her

Dislikes:

⋆The other races that treated her like trash
⋆Demi-Humans
⋆Anything that isn't in balance

Fears:

⋆Being proven weak or less than anyone else
⋆Losing the favor of her mentor
⋆Losing the ability to fly

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Personality:

Azriel isn't exactly social, however she isn't antisocial by any means. She just doesn't go out of her way to make conversation with someone. If someone were to approach her she'll talk to them, however she'll more likely let you do a vast majority of the talking. In her mind she is selfless, however that isn't entirely the case as most people would view it. She believes herself selfless because she's willing to do anything for Umber or even Aklenroth. She won't go out of her way to help someone she doesn't know. She can be cruel and ruthless, never thinking twice about killing someone. Her first instinct in situations is to save herself and Umber, if others can't protect themselves then they are weak and don't deserve to live.

She keeps a calm demeanor most of the time, that is until someone she considers lesser than her tries to treat her as if she was less than them. She won't hesitate to put that person in their place even if that means killing them. However she will kill you in a very calm manner, making her look almost sadistic in a way. She can be very patient in certain situations, like when it comes to hunting someone down. However there is an impatience that shines through when it comes to an enemy begging for their life. She doesn't do begging and pleading and it's a sure way to get yourself killed. She considers herself quite courageous, but she definitely knows when to pull out of a situation. It's better to wait for a more ideal moment in her books than it is to risk getting yourself killed.

Azriel is quite the cunning schemer, a trait which may be a reflection of the raven side of her. She's excellent and finding solutions for situations. Charisma is definitely something she lacks, however, as she doesn't look to manipulate people. She will make her intentions known to you rather quickly, not liking to beat around the bush. She does surprisingly have a sense of humor. It may be a dark one, but it is definitely there. She's quite sound of mind, though some may consider her insane merely due to the fact that she has no qualms about killing someone and will do so without a second thought.

Hateful ⋆ Vengeance ⋆ Loyalty

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Background

Occupation

Wraith

Living Immediate Family Members:

Umber || Mentor/Parental figure

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Both parents || She never knew them nor knew their names

Current Companions:

Umber

Current and Past Lover(s):

N/A

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Umber

History:
Azriel was born into a tough situation in a small village predominantly populated by Light Elves and not the kindest of Light Elves. They looked down on the little Demi-Human family and were not the least bit concerned when their home "mysteriously" caught in fire one night. Her father died and her mother managed to make it out with her baby, but soon perished from the inhalation of smoke. This left tiny Azriel in the hands of the Light Elves.

They decided to keep her and raise her as a "servant" in a manner of speaking. Playing the role of saviours to the poor Demi-Human child. They were anything but saviours, however, breathing her every time she made a mistake. Those mistakes could even be dropping a cup or not waking up early enough. Every time this would happen, her rage festered.

Soon her small, broken child brain decided to try and run away. The plan almost succeeded, however she was caught a few miles outside of the village in the forest. They beat her badly, broke one of her wings, and left her for dead. She would have died if the demon Umber hadn't come across her and taken pity on her. He helped nurse her back to health, get her wing mended, and Azriel swore her life to him. She became a willing disciple, even looking up to Umber as almost a parental figure since she never truly knew her own parents. He trained her to be an expert in dealing death and helped her take her revenge, eradicating the entirety of the small village she grew up in.

She became quite skilled and continued on as a partner with Umber within Aklenroth's ranks. They became his Wraiths, some of his best weapons of death. She even earned the nickname Angel of Death.

Strength: Combat ⋆ Weakness: Magic

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Expert swordsmanship
⋆Hand-to-hand combat
⋆Tracking
⋆Stealth

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆The longer she uses her mithril wings the more exhausted she begins to feel
⋆Can't fly for as long as her species normally can due to her previous broken wing
⋆Not necessarily considered strong though strong enough to wield a sword, more dexterous than anything

Species of Demi-Human:

Angel

Best Ability from Beast Side:

Flight and The ability to coat her wings in mithril for defensive and offensive purposes.
(Feathers that are thrown or come out of the wings become normal feathers in five minutes.)

Avalia

The Angel of Death

Hider

Azriel Corbeau ⋆ 26 ⋆ Female ⋆ Demi-Human

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Appearance

Height:

5’9

Weight:

130 lbs

Hair Color:

Raven black

Eye Color:

Yellow

Skin Tone:

Fair

Brief Clothes Description:

Azriel often wears something very similar to the clothing in her photo, however hidden beneath the dress is enchanted mythril armor gifted to her by Aklenroth. It provides a form of magic resistance where magic can still harm her, however it takes more to do so. Along with her clothing she carries a shield and longsword which she is quite skilled with.

Calculating ⋆ Calm ⋆ Ruthless ⋆ Snarky

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆Balance by any means
⋆Flying
⋆Power to defeat those that look down on her

Dislikes:

⋆The other races that treated her like trash
⋆Demi-Humans
⋆Anything that isn't in balance

Fears:

⋆Being proven weak or less than anyone else
⋆Losing the favor of her mentor
⋆Losing the ability to fly

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Personality:

Azriel isn't exactly social, however she isn't antisocial by any means. She just doesn't go out of her way to make conversation with someone. If someone were to approach her she'll talk to them, however she'll more likely let you do a vast majority of the talking. In her mind she is selfless, however that isn't entirely the case as most people would view it. She believes herself selfless because she's willing to do anything for Umber or even Aklenroth. She won't go out of her way to help someone she doesn't know. She can be cruel and ruthless, never thinking twice about killing someone. Her first instinct in situations is to save herself and Umber, if others can't protect themselves then they are weak and don't deserve to live.

She keeps a calm demeanor most of the time, that is until someone she considers lesser than her tries to treat her as if she was less than them. She won't hesitate to put that person in their place even if that means killing them. However she will kill you in a very calm manner, making her look almost sadistic in a way. She can be very patient in certain situations, like when it comes to hunting someone down. However there is an impatience that shines through when it comes to an enemy begging for their life. She doesn't do begging and pleading and it's a sure way to get yourself killed. She considers herself quite courageous, but she definitely knows when to pull out of a situation. It's better to wait for a more ideal moment in her books than it is to risk getting yourself killed.

Azriel is quite the cunning schemer, a trait which may be a reflection of the raven side of her. She's excellent and finding solutions for situations. Charisma is definitely something she lacks, however, as she doesn't look to manipulate people. She will make her intentions known to you rather quickly, not liking to beat around the bush. She does surprisingly have a sense of humor. It may be a dark one, but it is definitely there. She's quite sound of mind, though some may consider her insane merely due to the fact that she has no qualms about killing someone and will do so without a second thought.

Hateful ⋆ Vengeance ⋆ Loyalty

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Background

Occupation

Wraith

Living Immediate Family Members:

Umber || Mentor/Parental figure

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Both parents || She never knew them nor knew their names

Current Companions:

Umber

Current and Past Lover(s):

N/A

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Umber

History:
Azriel was born into a tough situation in a small village predominantly populated by Light Elves and not the kindest of Light Elves. They looked down on the little Demi-Human family and were not the least bit concerned when their home "mysteriously" caught in fire one night. Her father died and her mother managed to make it out with her baby, but soon perished from the inhalation of smoke. This left tiny Azriel in the hands of the Light Elves.

They decided to keep her and raise her as a "servant" in a manner of speaking. Playing the role of saviours to the poor Demi-Human child. They were anything but saviours, however, breathing her every time she made a mistake. Those mistakes could even be dropping a cup or not waking up early enough. Every time this would happen, her rage festered.

Soon her small, broken child brain decided to try and run away. The plan almost succeeded, however she was caught a few miles outside of the village in the forest. They beat her badly, broke one of her wings, and left her for dead. She would have died if the demon Umber hadn't come across her and taken pity on her. He helped nurse her back to health, get her wing mended, and Azriel swore her life to him. She became a willing disciple, even looking up to Umber as almost a parental figure since she never truly knew her own parents. He trained her to be an expert in dealing death and helped her take her revenge, eradicating the entirety of the small village she grew up in.

She became quite skilled and continued on as a partner with Umber within Aklenroth's ranks. They became his Wraiths, some of his best weapons of death. She even earned the nickname Angel of Death.

Strength: Combat ⋆ Weakness: Magic

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Expert swordsmanship
⋆Hand-to-hand combat
⋆Tracking
⋆Stealth

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆No magical ability so no way to defend herself from that other than her armor
⋆No skill with ranged weapons
⋆Not necessarily considered strong though strong enough to wield a sword, more dexterous than anything

Species of Demi-Human:

Angel

Best Ability from Beast Side:

Flight along with photographic memory and speech mimicry

Pythagorean Sunset

Muerta had been tagging to bathrooms in Baldhouse Park, making sure everyone knew just who those bathrooms belong to. Anybody who would disrespect her bathrooms would pay a hefty price. Perhaps she should start charging people a few just to use those bathrooms.

That's when she heard the high pitched music of the ice cream truck and she grinned. It was one of their ice cream trucks, but contrary to popular belief they actually sold ice cream. She figured it would probably be a good idea to grab some ice cream and see how much the truck had made so far today. As she headed towards the truck, however, she saw the strangest sight of two men eating mayo off the tire. It probably wasn't the strangest sight she'd ever seen though.

It was then that a gun shot rang out and she watched the ice cream man go down. Rage filled her eyes as she turned to see the perpetrator. She angrily began storming towards Riley, her hand going to her own gun as she did so. "Oi! Pendejo! What gives you the fucking right to shoot my man?!" She yelled at him as she got up in his face. Well as in his face as the 5'0 Latina woman could. "I demand payment. How about I get to shoot something of yours instead?" She asked with a sadistic grin as she held her pistol dangerously close to Riley's nether regions.

Pythagorean Sunset

Name: Angelica Maria Ximena Gutiérrez Juárez
Nickname(s): Muerta
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height/Weight: 5’0/100 lbs
Gang Affiliation(If none, just put N/A): Gucci Gang
5 Personality Traits: Bad ass, sarcastic, cochina, aggressive, superstitious
Items Equipped at All Times(Up to 5): Spray paint, switchblade, pistol, hoodie, large gold hooped earrings
Strength: 3
Speed: 5
Experience with Weapons: 7
Mental Intelligence: 5
Endurance: 5

Avalia

Time:Midnight
Location: Near the Moon Elf Village
Interaction:@Dezuel-Elthrael

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Elsea watched the fairy in front of her closely, listening to him speak. "Yer quite the charmer, aren't you?" She said with a small giggle at his pretty words. Perhaps all he was speaking was truth, but she had a feeling deep down that there was more to what he was saying. If he would have spoken these words to her a few weeks ago she would have turned him away immediately, however after what she'd been though she was feeling beaten, broken, and unwanted. So his pretty words were welcome.

He introduced himself and she felt a bit of confusion at the name. Elthrael? That is no name of any god I know. She thought to herself, but kept her mouth shut to this fact. Perhaps he went by multiple names and this was one of them? Perhaps he wasn't truly one of her gods at all? Either way she was too tired to care and he was helping her, that's all that mattered.

"Well Elthrael, ya see I'm really not a witch. In Scotland right now, where I come from, there is a king that believes if you believe in the old fae gods or in anything other than something called Catholicism than you must be a witch. That and any woman who uses her head must also be a witch. I unfortunately was both, worshiping the gods of old as well as thinking for myself. So I was imprisoned, accused of being a witch and seductress, then sentenced to burn after spending two weeks in prison." She explained to him with a sigh as she watched him figure a way to remove her bindings.

"Thank you." Elsea said once she was free of the chains, rubbing at her wrists and neck. It was such a relief to not have them restricting her anymore. "All of that sounds lovely right now." She responded with a grateful sigh as she waited for him outside. She took the time to take a look around at where they were at. They definitely seemed to be in a well protected spot which helped to ease her a bit more. All she wanted right now was to feel safe.

Elthrael emerged moments later with a blanket before leading her down towards the spring. He promised to keep watch while she bathed and she stared at him for a long moment. "Well turn around then and allow a woman her privacy to bathe." She instructed him, though if she were being completely honest she was too tired to really care.

Avalia

Time:Midnight
Location: Near the Moon Elf Village
Interaction:@Dezuel-Elthrael

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Elsea looked at the chains as the man lifted them into her arms, but took them realizing that it was probably dangerous to let them just hang there to potentially be caught on something. She remained silent as he didn’t immediately answer her questions, taking the silence as a sign that now wasn’t the time. She watched as the trees flew by, completely in awe of how she’d gotten to this place.

Soon he was using some sort of magic, explaining it was to temporarily cover her scent and she looked up at him in confusion. ”Ach I don’t smell that bad!” She told him, feeling slightly offended at the insinuation. Than again she realized that she had been in a cell for the past two weeks, so maybe she did smell a bit. She wasn’t about to admit to that though.

The man continued to speak, confirming her suspicions on where she was. She was with the fae folk, she was in the land of her gods though she didn’t remember it being called Avalia. That was a new name for this realm. And this man was considered a god among his kind? Was he one of her gods? Perhaps he was Cernunnos, the horns fit the description of them yet he didn’t seem to fit the goat description.

”So I escaped the pyre only to arrive somewhere where I’m also viewed as a threat? That would be my luck.” Elsea said as she let out a humourless laugh. She felt as if she were on the verge of a complete breakdown, not sure if she wanted to just cry or scream. She sure as hell knew that if anyone tried to harm her again she wasn’t going down without a fight. She’d somehow find a way to summon that fire again and burn them. How ironic that she would be gifted with fire magic. If only the people back home were here, she would burn them all.

She was lost in thought so she jumped a little when Elthrael reached his hand up to her chin. She looked up at him, a mild blush spreading across her cheeks as she did so. ”Um...thank you. But why did you decide to help me?” She asked him as she watched him take his hands in hers. Perhaps it was stupid to trust him, but at least he wasn’t attempting to try and kill her. Anything would be better than death at this point. ”Aye, the people of my world fear me. They believe me to be a witch and so they were going to burn me at the pyre. I’d love to burn them instead.” She replied, voice full of ire at her last statement. She watched as he began to heal the injuries of her hands, rather amazed at the magic. ”I’m Elsea, by the way.”

Avalia

Time: After Midnight
Location: Forest of the peninsula of the Sun Elf Village
Interaction: @Inertia-Rei @Potter-Corvina @Alivefalling-Dracolichh

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Kenia watched the dracolich closely, paying attention to the signs of flame about to erupt from the dragon. She prepared to use her magic as a shield for all of them, but suddenly she was yanked out of the way. She almost lost her footing, but managed to catch herself only to spin around and see the human woman with flames erupting from her hands. So her magic dealt with fire. That was good to know.

Her attention was then drawn to the forest now on fire around then. ”Fuck me.” She grumbled in irritation as she glanced around, trying to devise an escape plan. She watched as Rei flung a tree with wind and took note of that as well. She pulled up the black cloth she used to hide her face over her nose to try and help filter out some of the smoke along with pulling up her hood. It would also help protect her identity if they came across any more of Aklenroths goons. She also pulled out two strips of cloth that she would typically use for her own injuries. She thrust one at Rei before moving over to Corvina. She threw up a large shielding dome of light to protect them for a moment from the dracolich. “Put these clothes around your face to help filter the smoke.” She told them as she quickly tied the cloth over Corvina’s face since she realized her hands were still engulfed in flame.

”Yes you have magic, but right now it’s raw and fueled by emotion so it is unpredictable. I too have my own magic, but we don’t have enough skill to defeat this dracolich. So we need to run and we need to run fast. I can create a distraction for a short moment so we can get out of here, but I need both of you to focus on NOT using your magic for now.” Kenia spoke as quickly as she could, knowing her shield wouldn’t protect them forever.

She created a weak shield around her left hand before grasping Corvina’s flame engulfed hand, gritting her teeth at the slight burning and praying that she’d figure out how to dissipate the flames soon. With her right hand she took Rei’s and then focused her magic on creating a mirror image of them. ”Run!” She said quickly as the dome shield dropped with her use of magic to make the illusion. She sent the illusion to the southeast as if they were running towards the Sun Elf Village while she took their group directly south in hopes to eventually cut back towards the Sun Elf Village or head towards Roshmi City instead. She needed to get them all to safety before she could answer any more of their questions.

Avalia

Time:Midnight
Location: Near the River Kingdom
Interaction: @Jamesyco-Jean-Luc, @Alivefalling-Kyran, @princess-Risa, @MissCapnCrunch-Dionaea, @Legion02-Xenelith, @Dezuel-Elthrael

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Breathe. Elsea thought to herself as she closed her eyes, trying to get ahold of herself. She was panicking, she knew she was panicking and she needed to stop. Panic only caused more trouble, especially in situations you didn't quite understand. She could feel her heart racing and it was making her a bit dizzy. Stop. No, you need to stay conscious. This isn't helping you in any way and ya need to survive. Perhaps this is only a nightmare? She tried to reason as she peaked open her eyes, but to her horror nothing had changed other than the dark elf had been thrown into a tree.

She couldn't decipher who was friend or who was foe in this madness. Were any of them friends? That's when wolves now came crashing through the trees and bushes, causing Elsea to gasp and consider running again. Where was she to go though? If the wolves or even the panther decided to give chase she wouldn't escape. Had she managed to escape doom only to fall into it again?

That was when someone, or perhaps it was something, dropped down beside her. She jumped, completely startled as she turned to look at the man beside her. Her initial thought was to somehow attack if he meant her harm, but his appearance caught her completely off guard. He was frightening, yet there was also something intriguing about him. He leaned in closer to her and spoke in a gentle tone that seemed to calm her only slightly. He was offering to take her to safety, could she trust him?

She turned her gaze back to the battle in front of her, quickly thinking through her options as her gaze fell on the two women. They were very odd in appearance, yet they were the two that also seemed the most vulnerable and in danger. Very much in danger, she realized, as Elsea noticed the two wolves going for them. Unthinking, she dropped the chains she'd been holding as she raised her hand in alarm. "Look out!" She stupidly yelled in warning as she realized shouting wouldn't do them any good. There was a warm, tingling sensation at her fingertips as a bolt of fire erupted from them and flew straight at the two wolves.

Elsea's eyes widened in shock as she looked at her hands. She didn't just do that, did she? She was so confused as to what was happening and finally looked at the strange man next to her who was offering her safety. She finally made a decision, knowing her odds were better with one person that she didn't know their intentions rather than a bunch of people who she didn't know their intentions. So she gave him a nod as she awkwardly tried to hold on to him with her hands still chained, ignoring the sting if her injuries.

She looked at his wings briefly before she realized he really meant to fly. She didn't have much time to react other than let out a small squeak and bury her face in his chest as he lifted her off the ground. Where was she that such creatures actually lived? Had she been whisked away to the land of the fae? Who was this man whom she allowed to take her away? Was she really going to be safe? All of these questions raced through her mind as she finally built up the courage to open her eyes and look up at the man. "Are ya one of the fae folk? Where am I? How did I get here?" Perhaps it was rude to try and speak to him as he flew, but she needed answers sooner rather than later.