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[@The Fated Fallen][@Paradoxial][@Nameless][@Eisenhorn][@rivaan]
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	The carriage began its trembling, unstable march towards the town of Ash once everyone was rested in its withered seating. Two more figures had made themselves apparent to Adila; the broad, muscular bulk of a familiarly garbed man, and the elegant, eye-catching form of a pale woman. Though the later soon occupied herself with the futile tribulations of catching sleep, the toned man soon began to converse among the group as each gave their comments. His words soon fell upon the cleric's attentive ears, her candle-flame now whipping around with a healthy vigor.

[center][color=598527][i]"For those who walk as mortals, Vul Julda, courage is all that will help those who cross their path with Vul."[/i][/color][/center]
	[color=f7976a][i]"Courage to face The End of Things."[/i][/color], she responded, her tempered voice denoting a nod of acknowledgement to what she and the warrior shared in heritage. It was of some comfort to know that there were others who hailed from that familiar land, though she subtly worried what their intentions for joining her were. Adila place her candle in a small holder affixed to the wall as a long silence began to draw over the party. They were left with their thoughts for some time.

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	The cacophony of life that Adila had sensed before soon faded from the land as they neared the town of ash, that subtle hum of humble life slipping away to reveal poor soil around them and a dwindling trail. The town that started to materialize ahead seemed soulless, the product of the miserable environment it developed from. She peeled her eyes from the hazy horizon, however, to take one more look around at the company that had collected into the carriage. The sly bandit gave her sense of brash companionship, with his almost charismatic, dirtied mug looking towards the wooden floor. The paladin still ate away at something inside her, a sense of inferiority coming upon Adila the longer she looked at that confident figure. The barbarian was a familiar sight that held regrettable memories; she was not warm nor cold to him, but cautious, respectful. Finally the exotic woman exuded an almost... familiar sense. Her pale features and flowing form blended together into the grace of something cold, something Adila had been so closed to one time ago. Such a woman soon muttered something pertaining to the party's experience in dark slaying; though the foes of the paladin were foreign to the cleric, the barbarian's description of the [i]Bala Ban Vul[/i] roused familiar memories of dusty, decrepit husks of men hiding underneath the dunes, waiting for wanderers. [i][color=f7976a]"Those drinkers I have fought before as well. Their skin has been infused in some of my..."[/color][/i], she perused through her bag before drawing forth another one of her long, dark matches. [color=f7976a][i]"... Substances."[/i][/color]

	A sudden rocking of the carriage soon startled Adila, and brought her attention again to the outside world. Ash drew ever closer with every pat of that old horse's hooves. Two thoughts penetrated her mind as she looked on; first, that no one had acquired each other's name, and secondly, that Adila must indeed stretch her legs before she begins her work at this town. With a swift movement of her arm, the carriage door was opened to the cleric, the dirt below crawling by at a sluggish pace under the transport's rickety wheels. Adila rose herself from her seat and began to step down onto solid ground, her body soon straightening out and walking alongside the carriage as she looked back into its seating quarters.

	[color=f7976a][i]"I, however, am curious of which beasts accompany me as allies; what are your names? Wait, I will entrust you with mine first. I am Adila, child of Vul. My patron may also be known as Shee'l Tor to some,"[/i][/color] the cleric said, her strides keeping even with the carriage and her voice carrying with that small twist of a desert accent. [color=f7976a][i]"I am pleased to make your acquaintance,"[/i][/color] she slowly added, her eyes beginning to carefully wander from the cart to the twisted tree-line that surrounded around them.