[color=0072bc][h3]Ardur The Pixie[/h3][/color]  [color=92278f] It takes a lot more than just fancy flying >>>> What's the worst that could happen? /// day 8 // Morning[/color]

Breathtaking. It was the only word that came to mind about this place. Its beauty was spectacular. Even with the fights and territorial displays, to Ardur this place was amazing. He could see how the others would have trouble witnessing this from the ground. He was also having fun enjoying the rush of the air around him as he flew. Almost like fulfilling a childhood dream to fly wherever he wanted. Even going as far to throw in a few barrel rolls and other aerial acrobatics to both see his limits and slow down without hurting himself.

Because you see from his view, he could see many interesting things. Things that will eventually peak his curiosity and eventually make him investigate. But for now, the goblins at the bonfire seemed interesting. He only wondered what he could learn by ease dropping on their conversations. Maybe he could get the location of some weapons or food that they are using. Any information he could get from them would be useful.

Turning sharply the small pixie tried to stay up as far as he could while bleeding off speed until he was safety fluttering softly near some stalagmites. Clinging onto the stone ceiling he moved slowly from crevice to crevice avoiding open areas until he was close enough to hear the goblins and what they were talking about. After this he would have to go and find ash. But for now at least it was warm up here but everything seemed to be covered in soot.

Finding a small ledge the pixie rested while listening to the goblins below him talk about trading something. One smaller female offered up clay and maybe some form of pottery. He could barely see the two talking as he peered in between rock formations. Ardur still wasn’t stupid, he would occasionally glance around and check his surroundings before returning his gaze back to the duo below. The goblin with the scar now seemed to be talking about his life and about… Humans? Well of course there are humans. Cause everyone needs the lovable and relatable base race.

His thoughts were interrupted as the small creature listened intently and with purpose when the two began to talk about fire and how to wield it. The scarred goblin spoke about focusing his energy to his palm and then making a motion to throw the fire at a given location. Ardur began to think about this and stood on his small ledge. Holding out his hands the pixie focused and tried the best he could like the goblin said to focus and pool his energy into one area. The area he chose was in the space between his hands. He thought for sure he could feel something but wasn’t sure what it was as he continued to concentrate and force his magic energy into the small area.

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[b]Level:[/b] 1

[b]Inventory:[/b] N/A

[b]Clothes:[/b] Grass and spider silk clothes

[b]Weapons:[/b] N/A

[b]Magic:[/b] Shield I, Lesser Flight II, Minor Heal II
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