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[h3][color=c17913][i]Caeleo[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]Wagon, alongside the Delthair River[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] [i]Talking with Ivory[/i]
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[url=https://puu.sh/yLDeh/140bf878ac.png]Metallic, mechanically intricate. Slightly scuffed metal. Some blood on his arm.[/url] As tall as a large Naga.
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One in front, two behind. Mostly makeshift weapons, but one carried an impressive looking mace, probably stolen. Caeleo was used to observing his surroundings; he had done it for 200 years. Unfortunately, having a physical form was new to him. Nebula are initially just entities in the sky, each composed of a single crystal. Every century one Nebula chooses and falls to one of Xeron’s paintings, choosing where they fall and how their physical form will manifest as a result. One perk of this is that Nebula get to choose what brand of magic they will use. Since their bodily structure doesn’t have to match traditional biological structures, they can have incredibly unique flux signatures. Caeleo’s particular brand was light-powered beams. 

Caeleo began channeling flux through his core. The bandits were faster than his core, and began battering on his metal frame with little effect. He tried deflecting them to the best of his ability, but Caeleo was still inexperienced. It was one thing watching combat and another actually participating. He sliced through one bandit’s throat with blades attached to his arms, but the others were already backing up to re-evaluate their approach. Caeleo’s attack finished charging, and he reached out his hand. He let forth a continuous beam of concentrated light that inflicted serious burns on both remaining combatants. It was enough to get them to retreat so he could turn his attention to Tarkus.  

After a brief encounter with a silent Cleric, the three were headed back to the wagon together. Caeleo was still suspicious of the cleric’s motives, but he welcomed having a competent combatant travel with them. As they approached the wagon with the wood needed for repairs, they heard a loud crash from that direction. 

Caeleo and Tarkus approached tactically, taking care not to make too much noise and leaving Tavren to cover their backs. The wagon looked exactly as they left it, with the addition of two unconscious Ashen propped against the side. Sapphira, Ivory, and Igneous were nowhere to be seen. [color=695fd8]“I wonder where they’ve gotten off to.”[/color] Tarkus wondered out loud. Caeleo was less concerned with the people: [color=c17913]“What do you think that sound was?”[/color] From his previous vantage point in the sky he would have been able to tell immediately. Caeleo put the wood down by the broken wheel and looked inside the wagon. Everyone’s belongings were still there…

[color=fff200]“Did you hear that?!”[/color] Sapphira’s voice startled the trio as she floated down from above. [color=fff200]“I don’t see anything around for miles, but that crash sounded like it was RIGHT THERE.”[/color] She pointed enthusiastically to the east, where Ivory and Igneous were walking back from the nearby river. Igneous was staring confusedly at some taffy in its hand, not sure what the woman wanted it to do with it. She took an exaggerated bite out of hers, as if in demonstration. 

[color=c17913]“We thought it came from the wagon. Sounded like an explosion,”[/color] Caeleo explained, [color=c17913]“Anyway, we brought the wood. Think you could work your magic and fix the wheel?”[/color]  

Sapphira glided over to the other end of the wagon. As she rounded the corner she jumped back and let out a startled scream that sounded more like a squeak. [color=695fd8]“Oh, that’s Tavren,”[/color] Tarkus elaborated, [color=695fd8]“A Cleric. Been followin’ us. He'll do you no harm.”[/color] Tavren was busy searching the bandits for useful items. [color=fff200]“Oh, well, nice to meet you Tavren!”[/color] The cleric stared at the fairy’s tiny outstretched hand for a moment, shook it, then went back to looting. That was enough for Sapphira, so she set to work.

Fairy artisans were renowned for using magic to enhance their craftsmanship. Sapphira had picked up the basics of many different magic based crafts, woodworking included. Over the next several minutes she magically weaved the wood pieces together to make a mostly functional wheel.

Tarkus and Igneous were discussing the bandit encounter while watching Sapphira work. Caeleo greeted Ivory as she returned, [color=c17913]“What is that?”[/color] He nodded towards the taffy. [color=40ceb6]“Lemon taffy! From Delteria.”[/color] Caeleo, in all his time observing, hadn’t paid much attention to human foods. They disinterested him, so he changed the topic. [color=c17913]“Did you find anything out about that sound?”[/color]

[color=40ceb6]“Oh, right. We didn’t see anything. You don’t suppose it had to do with the Crystal of Balance, do you?”[/color] Ivory concealed the fact that the thought was dominating her mind. [color=c17913]“It would make sense. Perhaps those two fools saw the Archaeon fall and knew their time was running out.”[/color] She could see Caeleo’s concern, despite his metallic features. [color=c17913]“Hopefully Asael is making better time than we are.”[/color]