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[sup][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9VVCdDq03w]Current Theme: Mists of Pandaria - Monk Windwalker[/url][/sup][/center][hr][hr][color=gray]The gardens boasted an unnatural calm whilst the moonlight shone; a stark contrast to the earlier tenseness afflicting Fae and soldier alike.

Whereas Mynx had stood firsthand against the dreaded beasts known as the Scorned, yet now she found herself deeply entranced within a tranquil mediation. The dojo stood all but empty outside the master herself, for the days of childish laughter and aspiring students had been a memory long gone. Mynx sought an answer that refused to appear, seeking through mind and soul for an answer that would solve everything. An answer to the Scorned, an answer to revitalization, and most importantly, an answer to avoid such a catastrophic event from happening once more in the far-flung future.

A knock. Then twice. Then thrice.

Mynx snapped back to reality, her legs pushing herself up from the sitting position she had taken on the ground. Words were not needed to be said, nor did Mynx need to gaze in the direction of the knock. Mynx had been searching for an answer to all, and it had come. A letter--a summons to the capital, emblazoned with the seal of the Emperor himself. The Fae monk never fancied herself as a promising hero worthy of such ancient artifacts, finding the wording rather convoluted and needlessly elaborate, perhaps in an attempt to woo brave adventurers to his cause. A thought graced the monk's thoughts as if to any of these heroes had faced the Scorned as she had.

Nonetheless, Mynx understood what she must do. With one--perhaps truly--final gaze towards the dojo, Mynx set off to the seat of the Empire.[/color]

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[color=gray]Days later, the Semper Fae found herself in the heartland of the Empire, far from the gardens she called home for over half a millennium. Mynx stood at the forefront of one of the largest pinnacles of society, yet she had not been wowed as much as she felt out of place. Those within the capital were secluded, far from the Scorned [i]and[/i] the Fae, greeting Mynx with odd stares and glances. Children cowered behind their mothers' skirts, perhaps intimidated by the stories their parents told them of the Scorned to get them to listen. How could Mynx blame them? The soldiers they sent had been routed by vicious vine-like creatures, and there stood someone of a similar nature.

Still, Mynx wasn't here to play the part of the boogeyman, nor did she have the slightest intention to do so. The Fae had received a summons from the Emperor himself, and she knew it would not be worthwhile to ignore such a call for reason mostly only known by herself. Finding the palace with relatively ease, for it had been massive and impossible to miss, Mynx soon arrived to her destination. A guard stepped forward from the gates, asking the monk to state her business, to which Mynx brought forth the letter that had been addressed to her. A quick glance over, and Mynx was brought to the inner chambers, where a number of "adventurers-to-be" had already arrived.[/color]

[color=#91CFA6][b]"Mynx Jes-Tereth,"[/b][/color] [color=gray]Mynx spoke, curtsying.[/color] [color=#91CFA6][b]"I have come as you requested, your majesty."[/b][/color]