[center][b][@ravenDivinity] (Darius); [@Laue] (John)[/b][/center]

"Demon!" The particularly aggressive one out of the three elves screams as soon as he sees John manifesting his claws and armor. "Die, spawn of the Blightm-"

"Stand down, Agrellon!" The elven captain barks, while physically putting a hand on the younger elf's shoulder to restrain him.

"But captain!" The elf named Agrellon shouts back. "That thing-"

"-hasn't attacked us," the captain finishes the other elf's sentence. "Again, that's better than every other demon we've seen! And that's not even considering the other boy! I'd give them a chance, at least for now. What do you say, Syldric?"

"I... I agree with you," says the third elf, Syldric, though sounding quite uncertain. "But... Their words aren't making a lot of sense, captain."

"Indeed they aren't," the captain nods, and turns toward John. "You heard him, stranger. You say that you're from one of the Planetae? The wandering star-cities where high-ranking angels live? Yet you claim that your home has neither magic nor gods? I hope you realize how absurd and contradictory this sounds..."

"Captain, he... he mentioned a prophetic dream involving a shapeshifting female," Syldric says. "If he's really been brought here from another world..."

"Hmm..." The captain thinks for a moment. "Can you tell us more about this woman in your dreams, stranger? What was she like?"

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[center][b][@gammaflux] (Azorel); [@Flora] (Nathaniel); [@Minnakht] (Angela); [@Blackmist16] (Vestus)[/b][/center]

"'Wandering magicians'? 'Newly arrived'?" The sea elf girl's eyes narrow as she faces Nathaniel and Vestus. "And just how the hell did you 'arrive' on our island? I see no other ships beside that damn pirate ship!"

Then her head sharply snaps toward Azorel's direction, when she hears him stepping on a tree branch. An instant later, almost too quickly for his eyes to see, a red-hot knife has embedded itself in a tree trunk to the right of Azorel's head, barely missing him by a few centimeters. The knife is connected to the sea elf's fingers by a thin strand of some bluish green substance, and its heated blade is already causing the wood to emit smoke.

"Think you can sneak past [i]me[/i]?!" The girl snarls. "Now tell me where you're from, or your skull gets sliced open like a hot knife through butter!"