FunnyGuy

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Vikena Estate
Interaction:
Mention: @princess Charlotte, @tpartywithzombi Ariella.

Nearly twenty-four hours had passed since the incident on the beach. Yet another embarrassing moment for the books. Yet another embarrassing moment that fired another fist-sized hole into his reputation. Could he even claim to have one worth anything? If it were flesh, could it stand? Could it move? Could it breathe?

Lorenzo’s mental distress only grew worse after seeing the young Ariella off with plenty of flowers and an open invitation to his garden in the future. It was not until she left that he realized he had been trying to fill some sort of empty space his beloved Lottie was meant to be in. The lonely girl with few friends and was a homebody more than anything else. That's what the entire year since his wife’s passing had been.

Did he truly favor their year-long isolation? Was that healthier than this? Which was more cruel? Which pool would he choose to drown in? The one where everyone pointed and laughed as he sank inch by inch, flailing about trying to keep himself afloat. Or perhaps he preferred it to be slow and cold as he slowly fell deeper and into despair… alone.

It was so easy to fall into old habits. What was one sip, anyway? No one would know. Prince Wulfric was not standing watch at his door. There were no appointments to dinners he loathed to attend. And there was also that feeling… the painful stings of hindsight and regret. Twin brothers they were, gnawing at your back, reminding you of what terrible decision you left behind you.

Why not…

That's what he had thought that afternoon. He locked his door and ensured his servants would not interrupt his solitude. He was so close to the edge, so mentally prepared to grab his medicine and bask in its aimless euphoria…

Fortunately or not, the darkness of his narcolepsy snatched away his freedom of choice. He woke many hours later to find the following day’s dawn waiting for him. The strange affliction was one he could never predict and ruined his plans from time to time but perhaps the gods sought to spare him. To pity him for once. Even then, the long slumber still came with its aches and symptoms of oversleeping. However, he found the gods charitable in his time of weakness.

It may have been the reason he decided he would go to King Edin Danrose’s religious service this morning. He had asked Delilah to request Charlotte's company while he dressed himself in something conservative. He wore a slight smile, though it could remove the worn-out look of his face.

Too much sleep has made me look even more tired He sighed, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

Young Justice

Location: Kobra Warehouse
Interactions: The Team and Enemies too
Mentions:

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Viktor hadn’t expected Daphne to charge with such haste into the fray. Her loose guidance was something Viktor wasn’t entirely comfortable with. For him, there were too many variables, even if one did trust their team. Or perhaps this was just another instance of nuance being his most formidable enemy in and out of the field.

Daphne and Vincent drew the attention of the Kobra agents with their diametric approaches to combat. The guards were either humiliated by soft petals or bludgeoned by hardened strikes as the two heroes crashed into their enemies.

“Adequate distraction… but…” Viktor didn’t want to be the guy to undermine the plan so he quickly bit his tongue. Perhaps he could just push a few things into place. “Let’s just move. Kass, aid in concealing our approach. Quiver, take point. Iceburn, get up front with him. I'll cover the rear.” Viktor gave the group a firm nod as he held his rifle at the low ready.

The cloaked four-person stealth team moved swiftly to the side of the facility furthest from the commotion Vincent, Daphne, Zach, and Cora were making for the guard force. What came next for the stealth team was simple. The warehouse's owners had briefly sacrificed secure access to the facility by having much of their guard force currently outdoors. Quiver, being the point man would be responsible for entry, something he was no stranger to. With him, was Iceburn, who displayed her ability to breach and seal entry points with her powers. Once inside, the group would find the wide corridor filled with four armed guards who hadn’t noticed them enter just yet. Interestingly enough, the weapons the guards possessed were all too familiar to the team.

The sonic emitter, shockwave gloves, hardening foam rifle, and the electrified bola launcher. These Kobra guards had at least one or two on their person while also wearing red armbands to differentiate them for some reason.

Kobra had somehow also obtained these weapons…

The four guards were the only visible obstacle for the group if they wished to continue forward. A sign above the door ahead reading “GARAGE” made this path’s destination obvious. A garage area might be where the team would be able to obtain a potent sample of whatever chemical compound Kobra was working with since there was likely to be a method of transporting the mysterious chemical compound.

On the other hand, an alternate path, a narrow corridor to their right might allow the team to avoid being spotted entirely but there didn’t appear to be any helpful labeling to show where this path led if it led to anywhere at all. The team had little time. Someone would have to either make the call or they’d all be spotted anyway.

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Meanwhile, outside…

As Vincent found himself closing in on the meta focused on Daphne, he’d feel bolas wrap around his ankles from behind to trip him before applying its electrical shock. The guards using standard munitions were quickly reinforced by guards with red armbands. Floating high above the commotion was a bald olive-skinned man with a thick full beard with his arms crossed as he calmly observed the team engage the guards below. Another man, with short wavy blonde hair and light stubble, stood behind the hi-tech weapon-toting guards flexing his hands with a slight smirk. Like Vincent a few minutes ago, this guy was itching for a fight. Both men wore similar uniforms with the blonde’s body armor appearing to be more reinforced. His hands began to crackle with multicolored electricity of sorts as he pendulum-stepped in place.

Avalia

Darius by@FunnyGuy and Dante by @Alivefalling

Time: Morning
Location: Gaurav Village
Interactions: Phia @princess, Cyrus @Helo, Menzai @samreaper
Equipment: 2 shot glasses, 1036 Amas total, Flowers from Phia, Dante’s cellphone, Dante’s knife, Cobalt splint-armor, Cobalt Half-plate-armor (Weightless)

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Fun? The brothers never would have guessed the food they were chowing down would be made fuel for such. The past two days of training had been especially physically and mentally grueling. However, the fault could not fall solely on Menzai since Dante and Darius had been laser-focused on improving themselves. The roc attack was a colossal wake-up call for the two as the ripples of the event continued to distort the conceptual image of the group’s togetherness. Objections and slick remarks were absent and were instead replaced with grit and innovation. Still, getting used to the new ‘no shoes’ policy took a little getting used to.

To the brothers, Menzai seemed quieter and more distant than before, something neither thought possible without outright abandoning them. At the same time, the two still felt pangs of guilt whenever either of them noticed Menzai’s missing arm, so the distance helped some. However, it was that same desire to avoid that made moments like this morning’s breakfast slightly discomforting.

“Yeah, I would think our mana pools are separate….” Random conversations between the two had been the best way to keep things normal. “... Like batteries in a remote! We both got our own juice but you need both of us to turn on the earth magic or if we keep the analogy, the T.V.” Darius smirked before he took a big bite out of a pear.
“Man, why’d you gotta remind me? I could go for some T.V.” Dante replied with a sigh. “But yeah, I think we definitely have separate pools. Since after the roc fight, I was a lot more exhausted considering what happened if we had one pool you would’ve had the same effect and exhaustion level.” He added.

“Stumbling? I would have-” The sound of Phia repeatedly banging her spoon against the surface of the table abruptly ended their short discussion.

“I have an idea.” She exclaimed while waving her spoon to gather any tiny ounces of attention she may have been unable to claim and she had just that. All eyes were on her as she presented her idea of distributing fliers and indulging in riverfruit slushes. With the rationale being the twins having a “bit of fun.”

Nice try Phia… Darius took another bite, assuming Menzai would refuse Phia’s pitch. For the moment, there was only silence from the wolf. Awaiting the answer stirred not even a small amount of anxiousness from the brothers as it in itself would be quite simple. Menzai had said “no” to less so it would come as a pleasant surprise when he finally spoke.

“Hm, yes I suppose-” What he said had distracted from how he said it. The next move was to assist Cyrus and Viola in finding their family members and having fun. Seemed easy enough, even with Menzai’s added condition. To think it was Cyrus as the bearer of cautious words…

“If I or any of my family are recognized, things will become very dangerous for us… We must be very cautious who we share those fliers with. But I would like to buy you all a Riverfruit Slush.”

“Bro, imagine a whole kingdom full of Phias. And even if they’re not like her, just imagine some huge place full of human-sized Tinkerbells.” Darius whispered with a chuckle.

“I honestly just want to see the kingdom itself, the flowers, plants, and the animals. There is bound to be lots, the real Garden of Eden.” Dante whispered back

“Gonna find yourself an Eve, too?” Darius teased. “I’ll make sure to get an apple for you both, Adam.”

“You gotta get ya head checked bro. War is the worst time to fall in love.” Dante replied.

“Come on, I’m joking… And besides, this whole thing is far from what I imagine a war to be like. Things haven’t gotten that bad yet, and they won’t if we continue to keep things under wraps.” Darius shook his head getting back to chowing down.

Avalia

Time: During the Hop, Skip, and Skadaddle
Location: North Pass
Interaction: Zeva @Pink Khione Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, Brigitte, Masako @dreamingflowers
Mention:
Equipment:Fancy Ring, Cold Ring, Oak Wood Staff, Brown Leather Fingerless Channeling Gloves (not worn), Transmission Bracelet, 659 Amas.

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Welcome to North Pass

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Ehem! Errhem! Perfect. I think the best way to help in summing up these days is by just having me summarize the most notable events from my very own perspective- I mean as an unbiased narrator. Mhm, yes. So… Let’s begin! Cue the music!

The morning following a night filled with flights of romances, the beginnings of a master and student, and a meeting of man and machine brought in the biting chill of the north to the Righteous Tern’s occupants and the first sighting of the group’s destination. In the time it took to arrive at North Pass, the group surprisingly ate breakfast together, keeping up the Luumineer tradition of eating big meals amongst each other 😉. It was during breakfast when Bardulf introduced Masako, a warforged of elegant design to the others. She was met with warm greetings… though, can that be said with how cold it was? And isn’t she not capable of feeling warmth in the first place???

Anyway, Masako shared her desire to find two younglings who were very dear to her. The sympathetic elf that Mister Luum invited the lonely porcelain-plated woman into their group. It was sort of quid quo pro if you peel it down to the root. She needed to not look like a warforged that was up for grabs for slavery while traveling, and the group needed a warforged that was up for grabs for slavery while traveling… … … …

“LANDFAAAAALL!” This is what Mister Luum wished the captain of the ship would have shouted but instead, he made sure the odd group of adventurers exited the ship promptly before waving the Righteous Tern off. The group now counted nearly a dozen members! Bardulf, Brigitte, Bowyn, Rue, Zeva, Starfire, Raze, and Masako. In time the Luumineers could have possibly formed into a small army, but King Zanithel’s broadcast displayed over the town the group entered. The dead human sent shock and chills through every member of the Luumineers! The thought of Bardulf being murdered, dragged to the king, and displayed for all to see- for all to see Mister Luum’s FAILURE to protect him was nothing but cancerous nightmare fuel!

The grim news only served as a motivator for the Lumineers to secure an appropriate living space. The cottage was of simple design and located at the far northwest corner of the North Pass settlement but was able to house the entire group for an affordable price. Sure, no one had the luxury of keeping a room or even a bed to themselves BUT they were warm and in each other’s company. Anyone needing or desiring additional equipment was able to travel into town to acquire such necessities.

It was Mister Luum who was thoughtfully decisive in approving Rue’s idea of planning a meeting that would lay out the groups’ objectives considering the threat toward their group, especially Bardulf and Mister Luum being heightened. It made the most sense for the meeting to take place right after breakfast to consider the coffee and tea drinkers.

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Time: Breakfast
Location: Luumineer Cottage, North Pass
Interaction: Zeva @Pink Khione Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, Brigitte, Masako @dreamingflowers

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Mister Luum seated himself cross-legged on a quilt within the larger room of the cottage with Brigitte extremely close to his side.

“Brigitte, We… hmm. You should take the notes while I do the talking.”

“Agreed Mister Luum. I’ll need ta’ grab some o’ ma’ things from ma’ bag.” With that, Brigitte left Mister Luum’s side and tried to dig for her writing utensils.

“While Brigitte finds her things, I think I should make the recommendation to split responsibilities between us. Literally, split! Three and three! Maybe do two shifts or something. Just an idea of course. But I believe the big things we need to focus on is acquiring amas, power, and respect above all else.” Mister Luum nodded to the others in affirmation. “Amas to keep this roof over our head and food in our bellies. Power is something we can only get through training. And that means everyone, except maybe me... I have to supervise as you all know. As for respect…” Mister Luum furrowed his brow seriously as he looked at every member of his group. “Everything we do here matters, especially with our enemies really looking for us. Don’t make the wrong people mad, keep the right people happy, and don’t stand out too much…"

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Camp of the misfits
Interaction: @princess Mari, @Apex Sunburn Scathael, FIVE @shiningsector

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In the time that had passed since acquiring Scathael and his services, events played out in a way Thraash was unfortunately somewhat familiar with. It had appeared that their kingdom quit being afraid of rearing its ugly side of its face. However, the dragonborn found the attack on the nearby village far more heavy-handed than usual from what Mari and Scathael decribed. The thought of knowing the objective was to leave no survivors disgusted him and reminded Thraash why he didn’t mind making the kingdom suffer. Normally, he would complain about his partnership with Mari quickly growing to him being part of a group, but he refrained, considering Scathael and his plus-one lost their home.

Besides mulling over the village, Thraash took the day to forage for some more berries and play what he claimed to be the idle background music for the camp. When he wasn’t doing either of those activities, he’d silently watch Scathael work on Five while eating any leftovers he could grab from something Aerilyn fixed up earlier.

During this very morning, the dragonborn felt a tingling in his scales. It was about time he engaged in some action though he wasn’t sure that would entail. There was the bounty the group had originally planned to complete but there was also the desire to make moves against the kingdom. Decisions, decisions… he considered his available actions while occasionally looking toward breakfast. Mari and Scathael managed to pull his attention if only for a moment.

“Scathael, you got yourself a big fuckin' problem. Mari... is only quiet when she’s doing anything but talking. We’re just gonna have two pissed elves and breakfast that couldn’t be cooked any sooner... P.S. Hurry it up, Ears.” He shrugged with his back against a large sturdy tree.

Young Justice

Location: Somewhere in the Everglades
Interactions: Nymph
Mentions:

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Zatara, Mirage, Quiver

Despite the obstacles faced, Viktor was satisfied with the team’s progression on this mission. However, the altercation involving the man who was reported to have turned into “smoke” upon apprehension raised a flag or two. So, Kobra has enlisted more metas to their cause… Viktor tightened the grip on his rifle, yet the hint of a challenging smile adorned his face beneath his visor. The upgrading of personnel had to mean their efforts were raising the concerns of their enemies. The team just needed to keep up the momentum and rise in the face of each adversity Kobra threw at them. Even without the added muscle, their security appeared much tighter as the roving guards left little to no windows of opportunity for someone to dart by without notice.

Viktor had kneeled beside Daphne while the others processed and commented on the situation. He appeared to be hovering but that was quite far from his intention. She hadn’t been in the best condition earlier on, so serving as her readily available aide in guiding the team was where he found himself the most suitable. At the moment, the team was becoming eager to act, and not without reason. Those guarding outside were more than likely expecting them due to the meta that was able to retreat. Zach had tried something quite silly with a banana peel while Will and Kassy inquired about utilizing their talents in stealth.

“What do you think, Nymph? We can run it similar to La Hoya. A dedicated infiltration squad partnered with a diversion squad that’ll reduce enemy oversight. Instead of waiting around watching, the other group will pull attention away from our foes.”

Avalia

Time: Morning, Day Before Current Time
Location:Throne Room, Malthemoor

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The blood-matted body of a sliced-through corpse was dropped onto the chamber floor like discarded trash. The irony of such a display. A human. A being so valuable and with so much potential in these lands, reduced to being a disheveled husk of flesh. The guards whispered to one another, filling the chamber with the echoes of faint voices as King Zanithel stood from his throne while remaining silent. Since the briefing yesterday, Deyanira had informed him of this threat to his hold on the kingdom. Their power would swell until they eventually served as the harbingers of everything he had established. If the demigoddess were anyone else, he would have had his doubts. He might have even stayed his hand until he caught wind of a tangible imminence from them.
Even with such a trophy of victory before his very eyes, he couldn’t help but feel his cold distant heart alight with fury towards it. He had sought to squash attempts at rebellion with a swift yet careful hand but now he found this carefulness to only be a kindness to his enemies. No longer was he facing armies of people he knew how to manipulate and play against. He now faced an abhorrent force that would tear down any hopes for his future vision. To summon these humans with hopes of harnessing power he could not stop with carefulness.
Veric Dalamor’s deliverance of this human was a truer sign than any, that he had to not just hold Avalia firmly in his grasp but squeeze it so tightly that the filth within bursts from it.
“So it’s true. People with rounded ears and the ability to harness power over the elements. To witness that they do not look so alien to us is… problematic. But if these rebels believe I will simply lie in wait, they will be utterly disappointed.” There was an intense look in his eyes and he slowly walked toward the corpse. “You arrived to Avalia to die! And you will be an example of what happens to the rest of your kind!” With a flick of his finger, several tendrils of darkness raised from the ground and entangled themselves around Zora’s corpse. The tendrils forced her body upright so he could face her lifeless visage with every ounce of enmity he had toward her.
“I want the world to see you, filth. I want her image projected across Avalia.” He spoke with such ire.
The cast sphere, a technology utilized to broadcast formal announcements and events to major cities and frequented locations, was activated. It displayed Zora being held up, with her gruesome slash wound on full display beside King Zanithel.
“Greetings Kingdom of Avalia. Your king has a very important message to give to those within it! This thing! This creature is known as a human. A handful of them have arrived from another realm to destroy our precious kingdom! Summoned by none other than terrorists who seek to snatch a prosperous future from not only us but our children! And look closely! These creatures do not look too different from members of our varying species. However, their most obvious feature is their rounded ears.” King Zanithel stepped aside and moved Zora closer to the cast sphere while rotating her slightly. Her right ear was on full display. “Other than this detail, they don’t appear to look much different from a typical light elf but there is another obvious tell, Avalians! These creatures also possess destructive magic over the elements of water, fire, earth, air, and lightning! They harness these elements with unnatural ease and will possess power that would even put to shame the violence caused by the barbarous war criminal, The Beacon of Dread! However, we as a kingdom shall snuff them and their rebellious conspirators out! They may harness dangerous magic power but I show you now that they can be slain! We may not be facing an army but consider us to be at war… there will be bounty posters for these humans and these terrorists offering a great sum of amas! Offers of freedom for those who are legally enslaved! Offers to grant full citizenship for warforged! I desire the deaths of these humans, and those who bring me proof of their deaths shall be generously rewarded for performing a duty for their kingdom and fulfilling the desires of their king! Until then, measures will be taken by authorities to ensure this blight is eliminated! Be vigilant Avalia, our foes are not deserving enough to continue to hide within the shroud of darkness!”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Night
Location: Damien Estate
Attire: Alexander’s attire / Alexander’s mask and Lianna’s dress / Lianna’s mask
Interaction:
Mention:@Tpartywithzombi Violet, Count Calbert Damien

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With masks donned and tonight’s wickedness behind them, Alexander and Lianna approached the magnificent Sorian estate owned by Count Damien.

“The party doesn’t seem to disappoint so far. Even from out here, there’s a liveliness to it.” Alexander commented as he pushed his wife in her wheelchair down the neat rounded walking path, giving his beloved all the details she would miss.

“What else?”

“Well…” Alexander chuckled as he suddenly stopped. “Though they may be a small obstacle due to their lack of steepness, there are quite a few steps. Besides, that…” Alexander raised the wheelchair’s front wheels over the first leveled step, beginning their climb. “The shrubs and trees are trimmed to perfection. In a way, it's poetic from what I know of the count.”

“Large iron gates…” Lianna commented.

“No straightforward approach…”

“Complete and constant maintenance of all within his domain...”

“A man can only hold on so tightly to many things on his own,” Alexander said as he cleared the first round of steps.

“We’re rolling again.”

“Only for a moment, my love. Count Damien has graced us with more of his wonderful steps before we have the pleasure of reaching the front door.”

“More?” Lianna nearly whined but settled for an unpleasant frown.

“Worry not. My wife desires to attend this party, and so we will get there. Not even a thousand steps can stop me from making you happy. Brace yourself, my love. These steps are steeper.” Alexander turned the chair around to proceed scaling the steps backwards while Lianna held its armrests firmly.

Lianna fell silent from the affection. This unconditional love was all she ever needed. She cared little for what he did to others, how high he wished to climb up the social ladder, or what he'd become. As long as the two could cherish each other every day like it was their first being in love… As long as she felt undoubtedly that she was his and he was hers… Lianna would ensure Alexander kept hold of that ring of his.

“Sir, would you like assistance?!” A man at the door called as he noticed the two coming up. He moved to approach the pair but Alexander promptly stopped him with a few words.

“No need, good sir! A little exercise before engaging in a party is a pastime of mine… Last step aaand we have arrived!” Alexander announced with glee. He turned to the doorman, shooting him a charming wink. “Thank you for the offer but the door is where you'll shine brightest. Please.” Alexander nodded toward the door where the sounds of the partygoers and music leaked from. “Alexander and Lianna Deacon.”

“Welcome! Count Damien is delighted to have you.” The doorman bowed his head before opening the door for the couple.

"Our pleasure." Pushing forward, the two entered the open foyer and proceeded into the festivities. Though Alexander beamed as he entered, none could see it behind his mask, leaving Lianna’s modest smile to carry their fashionably late appearance. They dare not think to mention Violet or her absence. The situation was behind them and dealt with. For now, it was time to absorb any stares that came their way and mingle with the others in attendance.

Tonight is our night, but I can't but be curious.. where might he be?

Avalia

Time: Evening
Location: Aboard the Righteous Tern, Northbound on the Eastern Sea
Interaction: Zeva @Pink Khione
Mention: Bardulf @Lava Alckon and Masako @dreamingflowers
Equipment:Fancy Ring, Cold Ring, Oak Wood Staff IS BACK, Brown Leather Fingerless Channeling Gloves (not worn), Transmission Bracelet, 659 Amas.

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“Well, uh, thanks. Sure.”

Zeva’s lack of sincerity did not go unnoticed but at the same time, he could hardly blame the young elf. As much as he loved the idea of a young upstart inquiring about magic, especially light magic, taking his full attention off of Bardulf was not an option he was comfortable with. He only hoped the girl would make some progress in her untapped arcane talents. As ugly of an explanation as it may have been, Mister Luum did give her two paths. Zeva could choose to follow the path of magic laid before her by sticking to whatever she happened to have an aptitude for and leaning on that or she could very well forge her own path. A path she chose to take despite what she may have had a knack for. Either way, Mister Luum would learn just a little bit more about Zeva’s nature.
But what if she’s good at something enjoys? Damn… my wise-elderly-fellow-that-gives-cryptic-advice-that-happens-to-be-helpful act needs work. Good thing I have a few more centuries!

Mister Luum kept up his grin as he nodded with optimism while Zeva’s attention was pulled away by her surroundings. He kept quiet, casually watching Bardulf as she searched for something to latch her mind onto.

“Any chance you know how long before we reach our destination?”

“North Pass? Um… Should beee… Carry the three- no, the FOUR, minus five, yes…” Mister Luum squinted as he raised his free hand and did some sort of obscure math with his fingers. “We should make it by tomorrow afternoon at the latest but hopefully, we make it right before lunch. You’ll like North Pass plenty, I believe. There will definitely be some action for our party to get into there. You can test those new daggers of yours out. BUT first, we need to acquire that warforged and find a nice place to lay our heads during our stay. Take this time on the sea to relieve yourself of any doubts and regrets about undergoing this journey. This could be the last moment of calm we have the luxury of basking in. Enjoy this calm. Trust me.”

Avalia

Time: Evening
Location: Village on the outskirts of Roshmi
Interaction: @princess Mari, @Apex Sunburn Scathael

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“Wow, what a shithole!” Mari’s voiced first impression of the village they’d stepped into was not far off in Thraash’s opinion, though it hardly bothered him enough for him to mention it. Thraash had found himself in several spots like this one before he joined up with Mari. Villages like this made for excellent hideaways as a spare room was typically cheap if one lacked the funds for an inn or refused to shell more amas than necessary to enable the corruption of Avalian society. To think it was places like this one that held the most honesty. The big cities that were once kingdoms were nothing but King Zanithel’s decorated trophies of war. The peace and good order were but a veil that shrouded the blade that would plunge into those who even thought of going against the king’s grand design.

"To be honest, I know he's in this village, but I dunno where exactly...Hehe… But don't worry. I got this." Mari’s assurance only brought forth a scowl as he felt he knew what she was thinking.

“You’re gonna-”

“SCATHAEL! HEY SCATHAEL!!! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE, BOY!” Thraash winced as Mari’s voice boomed through the village.

“- yell. How ‘bout you warn a dragonborn next time?!” Thraash snapped. “Your vocals are ass so I could’ve at least added some flame effects or somethin’.” Thraash shook his head after he had added to the complaints made by some of the villagers who were irritated as well. As annoying as it was, however, it worked. The guy the two were searching for actually decided to respond.

But he don’t look or sound happy… Then again, what dark elf does? You’d swear they lost the damn war!

“Oh we’ve got work for you, alright,” Thraash answered as he walked to the gate. “But I’m not too sure if some small-time village handy-elf is up for it. Mari, this guy’s probably never even seen a warforged. He’s gonna give our tin can a baby arm… And not the kind you’re thinking, Scathael. Not judging.”