Dremmick, Sophia, and Ilia collab. indented at each writer change.
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	Dremmick looked around the room, knowing she was headed this way. He saw two nicely upholstered chairs with a small table between the two and figured that would be a good place as any to talk. But before that, he quickly picked up any shards of wood from the dresser and tossed them under the two halves, then propped up the halves against each other so that the parts weren't sprawled out everywhere. It didn't hide the damage, but it did get it out of the way. He then moved over and waited next to one of the chairs, not yet taking a seat.

	It wasn't long until the Seer was in the doorway of Dremmick. Her friend Sophia close by. The first alliance member to be paid a visit by their immensely graceful auras. She walked in slowly. "Ah. I see you've been making yourself at home here." She commented while her eyes searched around the room. "It is magnificent how the interior has yet to change in so long." She said, mostly to herself. "Now." She looked to Dremmick. "I hear you are in need of answers. Many seek answers in this world. Take solace in the fact you are one of the few who will get theirs." She held the orb in her hands, lifting it up for him to see clearly.

	Dremmick nodded at the seer and extended his arm to the chairs for them to sit. [color=A52A2A]"I am, if there was another way though, I would have gladly taken it."[/color] He was thinking it would just be the seer and himself, he didn't expect the other to join her, so instead he opted to stand and let the two sit. [color=A52A2A]"My request is for two specific times in my memory. There were two incidents years ago, the Valswei indecent eleven years ago, where a couple were hung by a rioting mob, and the Mirindal massacre just five years after. I am trying to find out what happened and who was involved. My memories of these events are hazy, however I am hoping that being able to walk through these events that I will be able to find my answers."[/color]

	"Hmm.. A terrible thing to revisit. But if you are certain." She approached him. Her dress smoothed over as she sat down with the orb in her lap. "May I see your hand." She asked. Staring at Dremmick with her youthful fair skin illuminated by the light in the orb and the bright candle flames erupting around the castle as the sun fell.

	Sophia quietly heard as Ilia talked with the man in front of her. 
Instead of revealing who she was, Sophia simply suppressed her aura, curiously looking at Dremmick, inspecting his reactions, the way he moved and talked. A member of the newformed alliance. Sophia didn't think that he knew how important his position was. To be a member of an alliance formed by many different kingdoms, each with it's own king and queen, with it's own goals and cultures. All of them very different from one another.

As Ilia and Dremmick continued talking, he mentioned that he wanted answers. Something about a massacre and something he called 'Valswei incident'. Unsurprisingly for those who knew exactly who Sophia was, she had no idea about those incidents. For her, everything that happened outside of the mountain regarding politics and the other descendants interacting with each other weren't things she should interfere with and as such, were deemed irrelevant.

"Some things are better to be left in the past, forgotten. Smile, child. You're still young." Sophia said, smiling kindly to the man, as she continued to carefully watch his reactions.

"You are be a member of the newformed alliance, right?" Sophia asked, her curiosity to know more about the man was clear in her tone of voice. Despite her exotic appearance, unlike any other he had seen in his life, she exuded an almost motherly air. It was almost like it was comfortable just being around her. But even though, he could still feel her eyes analyzing every reaction he made. 

"Oh! I'm sorry for interrupting you. I'll wait until you both are finished." Sophia said as she saw Ilia approaching him with the orb on her lap.

	[color=A52A2A]"If I could find answers any other way I would have done it already. I just pray this is worth it,"[/color] Dremmick said to Sophia. When she asked about being in the alliance he thought for a second. [color=A52A2A]"I currently have no king, and I wish to keep it that way. I have experienced being in a group before, I can't say that i have any interest in the idea."[/color] When she apologized he shook his head and held up his hand. [color=A52A2A]"It's fine....,"[/color] he said as he refocused on what he was about to do. He nearly reached out with his right hand but then hesitated, holding out his left instead. He took a deep sigh, still a little nervous. [color=A52A2A]"Alright... I am ready."[/color]

	"The alliance I believe. Is not to command one as a knight under a king. But as a hero for us all. A truly noble path..." She slowly grasped his hand with her right. Within seconds he would feel his soul through a strange sensation. Then he would feel it expand around him and within the room. He was able to sense the auras in the room through a sixth sense. "I will guide you now." The world around Dremmick and Illia began to crumble and fade away, being replaced with a grassy forest with trees looming over outside a home. "Do you recognize this place?" She asked. Still sitting in the chair. However if he would turn around Sophia would be gone. Not coming with them to this trip. All she would see would be the two standing and sitting as they were.

	Dremmick nodded, [color=A52A2A]"This is my aunt and uncle's house, they made medicines here as it was rich with a variety of plant life.... Sylvia and Greymund Mirindal...."[/color] he said in a low tone. [color=A52A2A]"This isn't the first stop I had in mind, or at least not on purpose anyway."[/color] They were behind the house as a loud knocking was heard at the door in the front, followed by a man yelling out in pain and a woman scream. Dremmick's eyes closed as he remembered the event very well. Soon a woman came running out with a young teenage Dremmick. At this time, Dremmick still had his horns and wings, and his tail wasn't hidden as it is now, clearly marking him as of dragon descent. She tried to get him to go on without her, but he refused and tried to help her on a horse when an arrow came flying past young Dremmick, hitting his aunt in the heart. The boy panicked and resorted to his necromancy to fight, his inability to control it had seen two men not only ripped of their life energy, but the soul itself crushed in his grasp, When the boy turned to the next few men slammed two arrows into his chest, and acting on impulse, the boy healed himself, which started the process of his cursed arm, turning. [color=A52A2A]"My mind went black about here."[/color] he said, watching the events unfold. The boy seemed to go into an unyielding rage, his draconic blood going into overdrive even though he couldn't transform. Using anything at his disposal, talonned wings, teeth, and his necromancy, he tore into his attackers till none were standing, save for one straggler that was smart enough to run. The boy however succumbed to his own wounds and fell over. Time sped up and a fire that had apparently started in the house has spread. When time resumed normally the house was nearly completely burned down, young Dremmick started to stir. The current Dremmick however, was already checking the bodies for anything to identify them. For Ilia, she would see Dremmick desperately trying to revive his aunt only to spread the curse and fail, causing him to fall again. There was shouting heard in the distance as the Taxis finally reached the small secluded cabin, alerted by the smoke and tell of a necromancer attacking there from one straggler that escaped, claiming he was only visiting for medicine at the time. One large knight walked up to the boy who was clearly tainted by the evils of necromancy and shook his head, muttering to himself. He raised his broad battle axe as the young man lifted his hand, a vain attempt to stop it from coming down, chopping the boy into two in one fell swing.

[color=A52A2A]"The Dolofon..."[/color] Dremmick said quietly, shaking his head as he got up from inspecting one of the dead assailants from earlier. He met back up with Ilia and looked to the Taxis warrior. [color=A52A2A]"I don't blame him for what he did, arriving at such a site, I'm not sure what I would do myself. I guess it would seem right. He told me it was a sorry lot I drew, and may the afterlife be kinder to my tortured fate."[/color] he gave a wry grin and slightly chuckled solemnly. He turned as the other guards came in, in awe at the destruction before them. Though something else caught Dremmick's ear before he asked to end it. 

"BY THE GODS, SHE'S MOVING!"  The large man yelled. Dremmick quickly turned to see his aunt stand and grab her nephew, holding him together with her own plant magic that Dremmick never remembered her having. She was still pale as death, arrow in her chest as she picked young Dremmick up. [color=A52A2A]"S...she lived!? But no... I couldn't have..."[/color], Dremmick stammered. He concentrated and used his eyes to stare at the souls of the people in the vision, surprised slightly that the vision could even emulate the souls of people. It was her, but how, it was so long ago that she had died, it didn't make any sense. She quickly ran off into the woods with Dremmick's body in tow, plants blocking the way for anyone to follow. Dremmick was stunned. It was almost too much to handle, but now he knew more than he ever did, and who exactly has been hunting him all these years, causing so much strife at every turn.  He turned back to Ilia, [color=A52A2A]"I'm done,"[/color] he said simply.

When they exited the vision, apparently his breath had been heavy as the room was smoky, his right arm was seriously tense, and he was in a cold sweat. The multiple wounds on his body that never healed naturally were all slightly bleeding as well as the bandages on his arm and two spots where his wings had been were nearly completely turning the cloth a deep crimson. The stress of the vision and the events wore away his ever present control on his body while he was in the vision, and now that he was out he tried to regain his composure. Since he was in control of his own blood, it seemed to withdraw back into his body from where it came. He took a deep breath as he straightened himself out. and looked back up to the other two. [color=A52A2A]"Thank you."[/color] he said flatly, eyes slightly aglow with either rage, sorrow, or determination, not even Dremmick was sure at the moment.

	Sophia listened as Dremmick replied to her, still carefully analyzing his reactions. Whatever it was that happened in his past, whatever it was that he had forgotten, was very important to him, as it was clear by his tone of voice. Regarding his following statements, Sophia had mixed feelings about that... It was ok to follow one's own ideals and not following a king, but the way he said it made it look like he wasn't good with groups... And unity, especially within that newformed group, would be extremely important. To trust each other would prove to be fundamental for them to face the long journey ahead.

As Ilia held Dremmick's hand, Sophia simply waited. Whatever that man was going to see with Ilia was his business and his alone. Sophia had no right to interfere with that and as such, even being curious about that man, she was satisfied with simply studying his reactions outside the vision. Unfortunately, Dremmick's expression was hard to read... There were so many emotions that it was hard for Sophia to even try to say how he was feeling.

After the vision ended though, something interesting happened. Sophia had sat down in a chair, patiently waiting for both of them when suddenly, wounds all around Dremmick's body started to bleed out of nowhere. His expression, his eyes were filled with a mix of emotions. Rage, sorrow, sadness... It was hard to describe what exactly it was. Just a second later though, the big crimson spots coming from all over his body, especially two oddly shaped ones on his back, disappeared, almost like if his blood was sucked back to his body. His expression was almost blank as he visibly tried to regain his composure and hide his feelings.
Whatever he had seen on that vision was very impactful and important to him. As much as Sophia wanted to know more about the members of the alliance, in part to see who amongst them would be a better leader, it was probably a good idea to leave him with his own thoughts.

"I will understand if you don't want to talk about it but... are you ok?" Sophia asked, looking to Dremmick with a worried expression.

	[color=A52A2A]"I'm... alright..."[/color] Dremmick said as he looked at his right hand. He gripped it tight and his arm started to glow that eerie spectral silver color. It was the soft glow of his own soul and life energy. [color=A52A2A]"It's been the Dolofon all this time,"[/color] he stated, just above a whisper, shaking his head as he let go of the power, the glow fading away. He mentally kicked himself for not thinking of the Dolofon sooner, but trying to get information on them was no easy task. He had worked side by side with them a few times, knowing how they were, it should have been obvious.  He looked back over to Sophia, [color=A52A2A]"I'm sorry to disappoint, but however 'noble' this alliance is, I'm not sure I can go on with them. Our paths diverge too greatly and even if I went, the target that has been placed on me will do nothing but get them slaughtered.... I'm not living through that hell again."[/color] Dremmick breathed out heavily, some smoke coming from his mouth again. It was all frustrating, and he has already said too much. He would have to make himself scarce and soon. [color=A52A2A]"Thank you,"[/color] he said to the seer, [color=A52A2A]"If you would excuse me,"[/color] He said, nodding as he did for the king in a semi bow like way. He turned and opened the door to the balcony, walked out and leaned against the railing on his elbows.

	Illia was silent as Dremmick took in what had happened. She could only watch as he walked to the balcony. She then got to her feet. Looking at Sophia with a worried expression. She then turned to Dremmick and approached the balcony. Standing behind Dremmick she spoke with a soft voice. "Your past is your own to bare and your choices you own to make. But as the one who has shown you your past I feel some what responsible for what path you take further on." She went on. "There is no greater ally when facing the dark than the King of light. My lord is a good King."

	[color=A52A2A]"With all that you have seen, all that you now know, a fraction of the darkness I've enveloped myself in... How do you know that I would be accepted here, should my true power be exposed? And how could I risk the very lives of those around me knowing full well what hunts me? Asking me that is akin to calling for me to risk their lives for something they are not even involved in."[/color] He was calm in his speech, collected. He turned to her looking for some sort of answer. It was the kind of troubles he had never shared with anyone, and with her being one of the few that knew about his past, he felt he could at least talk with her.

	"Whatever happens the King will always be by the side of those who fight for truth and justice. As for whether you will find a place here that is uncertain... But this world has many places. Perhaps you can find one on your journey. Besides those who are with you in this alliance will be in quite a bit of trouble with what we are asking you all to do." She sighed. Turning to Sophia.

	Sophia listened as Dremmick replied. She didn't know exactly what had happened, but something surely happened. But she choose to respect his wish to not talk about it. She curiously looked at him as he said that he wouldn't be able to be a part of the alliance, that the target that had been put on him was far too great... She silently watched as he went nodded with a small bow, going to the balcony.

Luckily, Ilia was fast to go after Dremmick, offering him comforting words. Sophia herself even considered trying to talk with him, but she was but an outsider. She had just arrived, just met that man whom she didn't even knew the name and above everything else, she felt like she didn't have the right to say anything, for her didn't know about his past or what he saw with Ilia. Even when the man said something about his true power being revealed, Sophia didn't know what to say. She even opened her mouth, but hesitated, choosing to simply stay quiet as she was naught but an observer. She wasn't directly involved like Ilia was.

When Ilia finished speaking, turning to Sophia, she looked at her with a kind smile, silently indicating her that she shouldn't worry about her and could go speak with him if she wanted to.

	Dremmick was silent for a while as he weighed his options. He couldn't very well try to face the Dolofon alone, and it would seem that Vrondi's forces were working against those of the Therosi and the Dolofon as well, which if he did align himself with them it would be very advantageous. At the same time however, he would be risking everyone in his group around him to an attack by the Dolofon, should they find him again, which would be easier to be found if he was in some famed group that was put on a pedestal as an alliance of nations.  This could however, help him become much stronger much faster than what he could on his own in the shadows.

After much consideration he turned to the two women, [color=A52A2A]"Alright I'll join your alliance, but I do not wish to be publicized for it. I wish to keep as low a profile as possible. The less eyes on me the better, lest I want the Dolofon to be on my heels wherever I go."[/color] He was holding himself up a bit higher, like his spirits had been lifted, even if it was only just slightly. [color=A52A2A]"So ask what you need to know, or what your king needs of us. For now, I, Dremmick Valswei, will be at your service."[/color]