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The Rak'tika Greatwood. A beautiful forest housing those who want for shelter from the blinding light that plagued the first. Deep within the forest dwelled staunch defenders—those who would protect the interests of ancient Ronka. Those who trespass on this sacred ground were met with swift elimination. 

All but one man.

Resting quietly under one of the forests large trees was none other than Emperor of Garlemald revealed Ascian. Arms behind his head, a small smile twisted his lips as he enjoyed his respite in the shade. However his nap was short-lived, as he heard a feminine voice call out. 

[color=C29494]"You. On your feet."[/color]

Bleary-eyed, the man began to pick yourself up, raising his arms up in the process, [color=e5c287]"Well, well, well...."[/color] Yawning compulsively, the man moved to cover his mouth when one of the women raised their weapon at him. Raising his arm up once more, he beamed, [color=e5c287]"If it isn’t the fabled [i]Viis[/i]. The staunch defenders of [i]Ronka![/i] What an absolute honor it is to finally meet you! You know, they say that the Viis shoot first and—"[/color]

A lance made of ice fired dangerously close to the Ascian's head, plowing into the bark behind him. The one holding the threatening weapon was a youthful-looking Viis, shorter than most, with locks of red tied into a ponytail.

Spitting, the other woman spoke, pro-offering her spear to point it at his head, [color=C29494]"Do men always drivel on like this, or is it just you?"[/color]

Smirking, the tired man retorted, [color=e5c287]"You'll be relieved to know that I am unique."[/color]

The purple-haired Viis was clearly agitated, throwing out her spear-less arm, [color=C29494]"Enough! How were you able to sneak past our patrol? Outsiders are forbidden from entering or even [i]gazing[/i] upon the ruins!"[/color]

Shrugging, the man finally put down his arms, [color=e5c287]"You aren't asking the right questions. Perhaps an introduction is in order?"[/color] Not waiting for a response, he continued, [color=e5c287]"I am Emet-Selch, and I believe you have met my acquaintances. The Allies of Ronka I believe you called them?"[/color]

Frowning, the red-head glared daggers into him, before offering her remark, [color=D08471]"And why should I believe you?"[/color]

Looking almost offended, the man's eyes widened, [color=e5c287]"Why don't you ask them yourselves? They surely can attest to the credibility of my story."[/color]

Rolling her eyes, the purple-haired Viis put away her lance and gestured for him to follow, [color=C29494]"Fine. Follow me, but if you try [i]anything[/i], it will be the last thing you do. Am I making myself clear?"[/color]

Sighing, he began to follow along, [color=e5c287]"Crystal."[/color]

Now within Fanow, the pair of Viis escorted Emet-Selch to his supposed companions. The entire way, the man couldn't help but look over his shoulder in worry, as the woman guided him in such a way that made him feel less than welcome. Finally within view of the Scions the man's eyes fell downcast.

[color=a98746]"Oh, look who it is."[/color] The gunbreaker's gaze bore into the Ascian, disdain clear in his voice.

[color=e5c287]"Well... this is embarrassing. In my defense, they are surprisingly tenacious."[/color]

The purple-haired woman behind him seemed unamused, but the other appeared quite proud of herself. 

[color=e5c287]"So—what trouble have you gotten yourselves into this time?"[/color]