[center][h1][b]Xenelith[/b][/h1][/center]
[b]Time:[/b] Midnight to Dawn
[b]Location:[/b] Near the River Kingdom
[b]Interaction with:[/b] Leandron of the Bleakwood Watchers
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Xenelith collapsed against the tree. His remaining wolves had licked their wounds clean. Now nature would have to run its course and add to the myriad scars they already had. Still, Xenelith could imagine their dreams would be restless. One of their littermates was missing. Ferra fared worse. He had to stitch her wounds. Not an easy task with an animal that didn’t understand what was happening. She fought the urge to bite his hand off every time he went with the needle through her. Never the less she allowed him to finish. After he gave her a mixture of herbs to fight off the infection. After which she fell asleep. Now, exhausted he sat against the tree. Tired but he knew his duty was not yet done for the night.

From the saddlebags, he pulled out a pack of paper rolls and a charcoal pen. First, he drew the fox-like creature, or what he could remember from him. His fading memory began to take shape. The furry ears and humanoid form. He was nearing the end of the drawing when suddenly he had to cough. Blood splattered the paper. The Dark Elf pondered, as he ran his fingers across the blood pressing it into the paper if this was some omen from the magic he possessed. He had cursed the fox-thing with all his authority. As long as he would live, none of them were safe. Did his magic sense this and add to it? Or was this the price for something else. He clutched the black crystal cluster hanging from some twine around his neck. Inside he could sense the soul of his wolf. Cold, scared, confused. [b]“Worry not, little one. I’ll make you whole again.”[/b] He doubted the animal could hear him. Perhaps he didn’t say it to sooth it in the first place.

It didn’t matter. He rolled up the parchment and got to work on the other portraits. The two brattish fairies were the easiest to draw. His mind had been fixated on them in the first place. Sweet and fragile. Like all of their kind. Unlike the others, they did not look like they had any real fight in them. Their clothes too gave him a sense of unbelonging. They were out of place at best. Dresses like that were no things to wear in a battle. He’d find their trail easy enough. The low grumble of a wolf sleeping next to him pulled him out of his seething trance. He petted the poor thing, hoping it would soothe his dreams. [b]“Dream little one. You’ll get your brother back soon.”[/b] He softly said, as he rolled the two parchments up and begun working on the cowardly fairy and his human price. He’d have his head soon enough and the woman? She would be drowned as to prevent her fire from saving her. Finally was the armored warrior. Who quickly turned out to be a screaming fool. If you made that much noise that frequent, no doubt he could be found sooner rather than later.

In the end, he did not doubt his prey would be easy to found. That became the least of his worries. Quite uncomfortably he had to admit though that he was outnumbered. Too outnumbered. One of the humans knew at least somewhat how to fight. The fairy would be an annoyance too and the fox, well he had killed a wolf. No small feat really. He needed more and he would get them. As he sat on the edge of the forest and a field. In a few hours an Amoras would land here, giving him what he needed. For now, what he needed was sleep.

Hours later he was awakened by rotors.
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“Lord Xenelith.” The Dark Elf slammed his fist against his chest in greeting as he stood at attention. Behind him, Dark Elves were unloading their supplies and steeds from the Amoras. “Leandron of the Bleakwood Watchers sir. We did not expect you here.” He said as an introduction.

[b]“At ease. Leandron. I’m assuming you’re in charge of these men?”[/b] Xenelith asked. His wolves staying behind, at guard. Leandron nodded. [b]“Good. What’s your mission?”[/b]

“Someone told us about some rebels in these forests, willing and able to summon humans. We’ve been send out as a vanguard to locate and capture the humans that might have arrived. We’re also charged with rooting out any rebels in the area.” The Dark Elf spoke quite formally but like with all Dark Elves Xenelith could see the glimmer of ambition in his eyes. He was not happy with having a commander here that would take all the credits.

He raised an eyebrow at the order to capture the humans. That was new information. [b]“Yes, I’ve found them last night. I can confirm two humans in the surroundings. One pyromancer and another terramancer.”[/b] Leandron stiffened. Xenelith knew what was going through his mind: he was already late. [b]“I’ve made sketches of the suspects.”[/b] He added, handing out the scrolls of paper on which were Kyran’s fox form, Risa, Dionaea, the armored human and the pyromancer. The one with Elthrael he kept for himself a little longer.

“Sir, I think these two fairies fit the names: Risa and Dionaea, wouldn’t you say so?” Leandron said as he held up their sketches.

Xenelith agreed. Female and those were the first he found. Helping a human. The third fairy was male and only came in later. [b]“Yes. Good work. Gather where I am in ten minutes. I’ll give out the orders.”[/b]

Ten minutes later and several dark elves were squatting around Xenelith holding a stick over a map. [b]“You will go to the fairy village here. Its where the two confirmed rebels come from. I want the parents of these fools in chains before dusk.”[/b] He said as he touched the stick on a village about an hour out.

One Watcher piped up: “What about the village sir?” There was an anxiousness in it. To Xenelith they were mere children. This was probably their first campaign. They were capable no doubt, but inexperienced. So he knew what they meant.

[b]“We’re not razing villages to the ground. This is our lord’s kingdom still.”[/b] Xenelith said. [b]“Is that understood?”[/b] Many of the Watchers nodded. Some didn’t. With such fledglings, it was sometimes hard to tell if they’d be stupid enough to disobey him. [b]“Good. Remember, family and friends are your focus.”[/b] Though he would have to throw them a bone. [b]“Make some theatrics when you take them. Make noise and make sure they shout and scream. You can do whatever you want. As long as they’re alive when they get here.”[/b] This brightened up the mood significantly. Some Watchers opened their mouth. Xenelith locked eyes with one. [b]“Everything. Is. Allowed.”[/b] He added, drilling the message home. The questioning Watchers nodded and got up. Many were mounting their horses as fast as they could. Half an hour later thunderous hooves of a dozen Dark Elf riders traveled through the dirt road of the forest, heading towards Risa and Dionaea’s village.

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The 11 unnamed Dark Elves can be interacted with, killed or harmed. I'd prefer it that Leandron stays alive but you can hurt him if you want to.
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