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Avalia

Time: 10 am
Location:
Interactions: Annya @princess, Raven @Tae, Saoirse @Potter, Kharne @Kazemitsu
Equipment: A rouge-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.

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Ismael had noticed that the girl, to who he handed a bag and ring, had not lost a sense of humor. That's good, that means she'll be able to hold her head on right. Ismael gives a slight chuckle as he says to her, "I guess so, who knew hobbies would come so in handy?" Before he headed off to give everyone else their things.

Soon they were off, trying to leave for some unknown location to them for this time. May it be because it is nonessential to their knowledge or may it be because they have no clue where they will be going too. It does not matter to Ismael, all he cares about is leaving the area before whatever spooked their summoners get to them. As he walked he listened to those who spoke, their Elf-friend seemed to have flipped a 180 on them. At first, she seemed fiery with her words and cold with her judgment, yet she seemed to have flipped the notion, she seemed very warm to those around her and even made conversation and already wished to further relations with those around her.

Upon asking for their names Ismael responded with, "My name is Ismael Helstein Pr….." Ismael stopped himself at the last moment as he then continued, "…Annya". Ismael had to quickly adjust to the non-use of honorifics, he had just spent the past 10 minutes getting used to it in his head, so it was slightly annoying, yet it'll probably be easier in the end. After all, the most honorifics he had in him were sir and ma'am. Not these extra things from the era of Dragons and Knights, having someone who wished not for them made his life so much easier.

As they continued, they finally reached the entrance of what seemed to be a jungle. Ismael was slightly upset by this, he never liked Jungles. They were humid, muddy, had insects that carried more diseases than a damn rat, and held nightmares within. Yet with all of his disdain for it, they had to go through, so he kept in his disdain and trekked forward into the great unknown.

Ismael looked towards Annya and asked, "Ma'am, may I ask where we are heading?" Ismael thought now might be a good time as they are trekking, making some talk can make time fly or just more bearable.

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Before Iskandar could have gotten another word out or before Princess Lovise could have returned his greeting, a strange occurrence had come about. A chill rolled in like an unexpected guest, and it make Iskandar stand tall realizing a visitor has invited themselves over. As then the strange familiars that surrounded them had started speaking. The master of them must have been off somewhere else, Iskandar hoped he would be well, after all his strange creatures are providing warmth! But alas it seemed Iskandar would need to leave such nice warmth and comforts to face the enemy once again.

Iskandar looked to Daniel as he spoke, "Master we must be off. It seems the enemy has made a stance against us". Iskandar sent his right hand down to his side and takes hold of his sword. Right when he draws his sword, he makes a slash into the sky as it looks as if a slice of light goes out and cuts the sky itself. The place where the cut was made had opened up a rift in the sky resembling a gaping mouth made of pure lightning. With a thunderous roar and a tremor, a chariot of steel and stone emerges from the rift into the world being pulled by 2 large ebony black bulls the size of cars appear. When the Chariot fully exits the rift lightning clouds seem to follow the feet of the bulls as they huff and snort with the sounds of lightning and thunder.

Iskandar laughs out as he takes his position upon his chariot prepared to mount a counter-offensive and says, "Come, we have a charge to lead!" Iskandar put out his hand for the boy to mount his chariot as he sends down the reins, the bulls let out a huff and a stomp that sent a thunderous thoom that announced a charge. Preparing to leave even if his master would not mount with him for this was a battle, but Iskandar would be displeased if Daniel would not come with him.

Even with this Iskandar Roared to everyone who would listen, "To battle!!". Once these words left his mouth his Chariot began to move. His charge was head long as he held his head high. The thunderous stomps of the bulls weren't such an easy thing to dodge as one might expect, the chariot ran at speeds far exceeding the speed of most land vehicles. Unlike all other vehicles, his chariot can reach these speeds in no time, as he starts to head straight to the crowd. Iskandar raised his arms up and far out to his sides as he calls to everyone who is in front of him, "Come face your end to..." as in the middle of his sentence, a thunderous roar of energy appeared and nearly wiped out everything in front of him, as it almost included Iskandar into the total hit.

Luckily, Iskandar had the reactions and skill to move out of the way just in the nick of time before the beam of lightning just takes him out like a simple foot soldier. Iskandar whirls back around quick and turns to find the enemy had been wiped from the face of the earth. Except for the few leaders and...a giant ship. Iskandar watched Daniel jump into action he was impressed with the kids swiftness. His instincts were solid as he knew what to do with something so quick. Iskandar had to watch the interaction play out, yet it ended with an even better situation than he was going to be in, Iskandar heads down to find their Lightning ruler had already taken to giving orders, “King of Conquerors, I presume your own mount would not lose out to something like this, either? If you would, making this a battle between mounts and giving them more to worry about besides would be helpful.”

A laugh leaves Iskandar's smirk as he says, "I would never dream my chariot would lose. I'll be right with you then". Iskandar leaves his hand out once again for Daniel to take so they may head off, yet Iskandar will not wait for long. As the battle will leave very soon without them.

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Avalia

Time: 9 am

Location: Castle Hall of Sun Elf Kingdom --> Outside

Interactions: Rosaria @Potter, Annya @princess, Raven @Tae, Jomari @baraquiel, Caelan @Alivefalling, Sophie @princess, Saoirse @Potter, Kharne @Kazemitsu, Nuallán @13org

Equipment: A rouge-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears and a Ring of Disguise.

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Ismael had taken to eating, after all, from the information being presented in the actions of those around them, something was coming, and it was coming fast. So he wanted to make sure he was able to eat what he could before they probably had to leave and march for an unknown amount of time. He wasn't a slob about it though, as he ate he nodded and gave small smiles and nods to those who gave him them.

Ismael watched the scene unfold, his eyes were watching with great detail, these moments tell of a person more quickly than they realize, such situations show what people are most like. Some of the women here seemed to be confused on the situation they are in, some unknowing of the situation, others slow on the uptake of everything altogether. While the men varied so wildly, himself accepting and moving with the chorus, the boy with the Geokinesis, as the princess called it, seemed to think this is some game to play, and the dark-skinned man seemed even to go as wild as to start playing a dangerous game, one where he could find himself trapped in a world where war could be on their doorstep.

Ismael didn't care what the man thought of him, obviously, whatever war he was fighting he wasn't a real fighter in it. If he was a fighter he had nothing on him that said it other than the blade. His hands were too nice, his figure was too slim, and his handle of a weapon was too sloppy, no, he wasn't a fighter. His show was just that, a show, a display, like a Lion's roar or an ape thumping its chest. And it was most apparent he wasn't a fighter, because he would have known from the get-go what to do. Yet with all of that culmination of wrong calls, the worst one was he chose the wrong crowd to show such things to, after all, a display of dominance only works against weaker opponents. Here everyone assumes they are the Apex, that is just the nature of thinking beings, as they will always assume some form of superiority and use it.

Soon those who had enough with his actions had made a show of the situation. Like a burning fire, Princess Annya let into the man about his show and display. She called him out on everything he did wrong, how he tried to play the Strawman card, distorting the actions and ideas of everyone here to set himself on to a pedestal to make himself the better. How he was nothing but a shriveled parasite, and how he would find nothing in this pursuit. Ismael agreed, if this was all you offered as a person, what will you be in 10 years, the man seemed to have beauty as his one saving grace. But all women do, and they are afraid of the same thing, time and age. All flaws are shown when there is nothing else hiding them. And Annya seems not afraid of such things and knows what is right and good, he respected that.

And before anyone could have reacted Princess Rosaria spoke in a cool and calm manner. Leveling and keeping it calmer and trying to move things along. Ismael was actually quite impressed with her, to keep calm when family had been attacked and the very weight of everything falling onto her and around her. Her calmness is quite admirable, and he had respect for her, that isn't something someone can do easily, to stay calm and stoic in the face of such issues as people you summoned to assist you seemed to be against you, quite remarkable.

Right when she finished a silent killer emerged from the shadows, the butler. He showed his skills, his movements were gorgeous, swift, silent, and told a thousand words. His reach had been perfect, right outside of the man's yet just close enough. His swiftness was remarkable, his elegance was that of the idea of a dance, and his eyes were that of a killer. He was trained and very well, as his moves were perfect, Ismael just wished he could hear what was being said, he is a bit of a nosy person. Yet the situation seemed to change and Ismael stopped his scanning the moment a guard rushed in.

Everything seemed to be kicked up, as the stoicism on Princess Rosaria's face weakened to dismay for a short moment before hardening again. It seemed whatever was happening was happening now. As Ismael looked to the bags that are set out, and 10 rings were set for everyone to wear. Ismael quickly took one and put it on as something changed about him. His face had changed, it shifted how his face looked and made the Demi-human ears on his head look perfectly attached as if he was always a demi-human.

Once Ismael set the ring onto his finger, he quickly started grabbing the rest of the rings and bags that weren't grabbed and handing them to everyone. He knew whatever was coming, it was coming fast, so they needed to go. Yet once he got to Jomari, he went up and set the bag and ring in his hand as he said, "No one cares where you came from nor what you did before right now. We aren't home, the best thing to do is cooperate to survive. You best learn that now...". As Ismael turned and started to hand out the rest of the equipment, but not before finishing off with, "since that's the only thing you seem good at".

Once Ismael finished passing things out, he waited until Annya and the others were ready to leave. Once they left he was met with a shockingly beautiful sight, crystal clear waters, a bright blue sky, and near suffocatingly clean air. This was definitely not home.

Avalia

Time: 9 am
Location: Castle Hall of Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions: Rosaria @Potter, Annya @princess, Raven @Tae, Jomari @baraquiel, Caelan @Alivefalling, Sophie @princess, Saoirse @Potter, Kharne @Kazemitsu, Nuallán @13org
Equipment: A set of new clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears.

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Ismael had let out a mental sigh of relief when he hears the Princess commented on his clothing and made a quick judgment that he was picked up in an inopportune moment. Ismael let a small smile of affirmation come onto his face as he says to her, "It seems to be that way, ma'am, but you can't control things like that. In any case, I'll be happy to assist in any way I can".

Ismael was certain that he will assist how he can, after all, they were his ticket home. So his next question was why were they here, but like any good soldier, he waited until he was told. They were probably gonna tell them soon, after all, there was a slight urgency in some of the people who weren't directly talking to them. Most people had already disappeared at this point and the people summoned were all still here.

Honestly, Ismael wished that wasn't the case, because then he wouldn't be hearing so much yelling. Ismael turned to see the others who were here, the loudest of them seemed to have been swinging a knife around. He seemed to stand at an average height with a very slim frame, more towards that of a female. His features screamed that of a female, yet how he is yelling screams the of his more male aspects. From how he held the knife, he must have at least a basic understanding of how to use the blade. So Ismael wasn't gonna forget about him, however, he wasn't worried enough to need to be afraid. The thing to astonish him with that interaction and the next one was the introduction of something extraordinary, magic. The moment Rosaria summoned light from her hand, Ismael knew this was gonna be a strange day.

And within moments of this happening Caelen proved Ismael's suspicions, the kid was of average height, a little less slim build than the person yelling before him, but he seemed more eager about the situation. His eagerness had turned sour as the other Princess, probably a woman who is less soft than her sister, seemed very blunt about putting out the boy's weed. Caelan did not take kindly to that as he slammed his foot into the ground, and the earth underneath him cracked. Ismael's only thought was that he was far more dangerous than anyone else he sees. The kid had enough power to crack stone just from him being upset a little, Ismael knew that much, and something like that would kill someone and he did not want to be on the end of that. Thankfully he looked like a normal enough person. He seemed on the younger side, his demeanor really lent towards that, so if he got physical it wouldn't be hard to stop him. Yet Ismael definitely knew he needed to watch for him, he could just quickly hurt someone without Ismael being able to react.

Yet among the men here, the one who made the largest impression upon Ismael wasn't the 7-foot tall dragon man, it was the butler of the two girls. His demeanor in the face of a man swinging around a knife around and the boy who cracked stone under his boot was quite remarkable. His composure was untarnished, and his voice was steady and strong. This man didn't show he was a skilled fighter, but his composure and stiffness in front of it all told values upon what kind of man he was. Ismael gave Nuallán a nod and a "Thank you" before he went and started looking through the clothing quickly to grab something for himself.

After all of this, Ismael hoped for something simple and easy to wear, something with a bit of comfort to it. Yet to his dismay, most of the clothing was not in his size, as it was either too short or too slim. Yet he persisted in his search, as he finally found something in his size, a set of tight-fitting clothing. It seemed to be decently thick and sturdy, yet seemed very rouge-esque with a bit of wildness in it. Something Ismael didn't quite think it would fit him, but fit him it did.

He sighed as he quickly put the outfit on, it was tight in a few spots, the main points being at his crotch and knees. The pants didn't want to move with him, but it was the only pair that seemed to have the chance of fitting him, so he has to deal with it. The shirt was also annoying, feeling his lower stomach exposed so much made him feel slightly uncomfortable, but again it was the best he was gonna get without needing to make his own clothing. But among it all, he didn't even show the slightest sign of discomfort. The boots however fit like a dream, they fit just right on the foot and ankle, and with just a bit of tightening of the laces, it made them truly perfect to match his arch. Ismael always put high stock in boots, if you have a good pair of boots, even Hell would be just that much easier to go through.

Ismael had just finished adjusting his boots to find the other Princess had made her way over to him to give him some strange ears. They looked like those cosplay wolf ears you'd find people wearing. Yet these seem so strange, they seemed so real and felt real. After a quick inspection, they were told this was to be a part of their disguise, so Ismael quickly put them. As once they were on, he started shifting and moving his body, making sure they wouldn't fall off from movements and normal. He'd need to get used to them, they all would, because adjusting your ears isn't something anyone normally does.

Ismael had finished all of his basic preparations into looking like he didn't just drop out of a portal. He was ready to leave, yet the Princesses had prepared food for them to eat before heading of. Ismael wasn't particularly hungry, however, it seemed that there could be a possibility of them leaving very quickly, so having food in you is important, and he hasn't eaten in a few hours, so he gave a slight nod to the person who brought the food in, and the Butler again before he started eating. He looked back at the others as he thought: 'Oh boy, this'll be another 'exciting' adventure. Let's hope it goes better than Lichtenstein'

A place to keep my stuff in order

Avalia

Time: 4 am -> 9 Am
Location: A small hotel in Somalia -> Castle Hall of Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions: @Potter
Equipment: Underwear, Dog tags, and a bed.

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Ismael was just about to go to bed for the night. The night was long and he needed to get up in a few hours. They will be heading out to Senegal to deliver arms to the forces there, and they were expected there by tomorrow. Yet Ismael wanted to fix his bed and making sure it was spotless. This was a small thing he always did anytime they were stayed at hotels, even if it was on the nicer end. So he moved everything off of the bed and onto the dresser. Once he did he took a black light and flashed it over the entire bed, as it glowed like a Christmas tree. With a face of disgust he flipped the bed over to see the other side, it was even worst.

Ismael then thought, what if all of his stuff is covered, as he flashed himself, and sure enough, he glowed as well. He was disgusted as he took off everything and headed to the shower. After a quick shower, he went and checked the blankets and sheets, sadly the ones on the bed were gross, but the spares were all clean, as he started to put a layer of blankets and sheets on top of the bed as he then used a spare sheet as a blanket. yet before he was able to finish making his bed, Ismael saw a bright light behind him, as he turned thinking it was one of his buddies who snuck in with his spare key. Yet what he saw was otherworldly, as a large portal opened, and before Ismael could get to the head of his bed, he was already pulled in.

Once Ismael was through, he felt his body was about to hit the floor, so he curled himself up before the moment of impact to allow himself to roll through and onto his feet. Right when he came up he saw the place he was in, and he wasn't concerned about the architecture, just the fact he didn't know where he was. Ismael quickly looked around to find anything to defend himself and he saw his bed. He hopped up quickly and threw himself back to it where he 'knew' a weapon was. But right when he grabbed at the pillows and threw them off, he was met with a surprise, there was nothing there. As he remembered, he had left his gun on the dresser because he was still making his bed.

With a click of the tongue, he looked back upon hearing the voice of a woman behind him. When the woman spoke, Ismael was defensive, yet she was very passive and even trying to be comforting. Ismael let her speak, yet felt weird, as everything here felt so different. The air here was so strange it felt clear but almost suffocatingly so, the temperature here was very different, and even the atmospheric pressure was very different. They must have been a decent height above sea level. Once Ismael quickly acclimated to the sensory overload he spoke, "Avalia? Never heard of...".

As that was the moment Ismael began looking and he saw everything around him for what it was. The woman in front of him was strange, her features were strong, yet what was most prominent was her ears, they had such length and sharpness. Ismael knew what an Elf was, if you had access to any form of visual media you knew what an Elf was. He started looking towards each person around him as he realized: 'Oh, this is very real. If it was a dream, I'd summon a gun right now'. Sure enough, when a gun doesn't appear in his hand, and he doesn't start flying around as you'd normally do in a lucid dream, he knew this was real.

Ismael snapped himself out of his ideas and thoughts as he walked over to Princess Rosaria and shook her hand, knowing that cooperation is the best was the best thing to do here, "It is good to meet you, Princess Rosaria, my name is Ismael Helstein". He tried to set a firm and strong impression, not knowing that he already did, just not the way he wanted.

A place to keep my stuff in order

A place to keep my stuff in order

A place to keep my stuff in order

A place to keep my stuff in order