[h3][color=fff79a][b]Baraian Paladice[/b][/color][/h3]

[i][color=fff79a]Time: Morning
Location: Roshmi City (Ra Monde)[/color][/i]

It felt oddly satisfying to just laugh to him, he who had kept a stone face for such a long time. How long had it truly been since he departed from Dakka? The days had melded in with the weeks, the months into the years. People had come and gone to Golden Death. Many of whom never lived to see the day that a human would finally appear.

Prior to the appearance of the short female human, whom he had now appointed as the new leader of them all, there had been a feeling of hopelessness amongst all. Whilst in such a place of despair and lamentation, Baraian had kept his faith and hope that there would come a day where a human would wander the halls of Ra Monde. How would the dark elves of Dakka look upon him if they knew of his work, of his gathering of rebels for over a hundred years? Their wrath and punishment would be dire indeed. Despite knowing what fate would befall him had they caught him, the option of death was not that bad. The worst fate of all would to become an undead. A servant of Aklenroth.

Locked forever into servitude under a cruel master. Not too different from most dark elves living in Dakka. He had learnt early that the world is a cruel place, where the strong rule over the weak. Where people are born into the world and eventually die. The natural order of things as some would call it. A pointless existance of suffering, where the bad would always outweigh the good. Why? Because people were greedy, envious and hateful of each other. It wasn't locked to any race, but rather a nature kept in most beings. It revealing itself more clearly in some than others.


The world that most people wished for however was a peaceful world, without war, misery and suffering. Where there would be no pain, where none would ever fall sick or die. Where all your dreams would come true. Such a world did not exist. It could never exist. For peoples urge for chaos and change would drive them against oneanother and kill each other. Often he had found himself asking what made him different, the answer that came back every time was the same. He was the same.

He desired a place just out of reach. Yet unlike them, he knew a path which could lead them there. The path would however be covered in blood, just like the wars fought in the past. Nothing was truly free. He wasn't free. No one was. The dark elf allowed his hand to softly take hold of the dagger he had previously jammed into the table, putting it in it's small leather sheath.

No matter what would happen now, he would win. What only mattered was if he was going to get a minor victory for himself, or a major victory for himself and everyone living in Avalia.

Baraian's face grew more grim. [i][color=fff79a]'War. The path of victory is drenched in blood.'[/color][/i] He thought to himself as he strode towards the exit of his tent, that's when he saw the faun which had accompanied the human and also the masked fan-wielder to Ra Monde.

[b][color=fff79a]"Something you require?"[/color][/b] Baraian asked in a monotone and slightly formal manner, putting both his arms behind his back as he walked closer to the faun. Looking him over and the clothes which he seemed to be fidgeting with.

[b][color=fff79a]"If you have questions. Ask them and I will see if I can give you the answers you seek."[/color][/b] The dark elf continued before Ilan could answer him.




[h3][color=6ecff6][b]Terneus Andros[/b][/color][/h3]

[i][color=fff79a]Time: Morning
Location: Roshimi City[/color][/i]

Terneus had raised an eyebrow on hearing Xenelith speak again, his very words seemed to offend the very air around him. Even before he listened to what he actually was saying.

[i][color=6ecff6]'This filthy exile have heard of my family members?'[/color][/i] The light elf thought as his interest grew more keen, perhaps there were some flattery in there. It became clear to him soon enough there was none, aside from the fact he was the lone heir. Save his exiled brother who he would not name nor spend a moment further to think about. The memory made his stomach upset and he felt the need to spit but restrained himself. The mention of his family had however sparked memories to him.

His father who had favored his older brother, much to Terneus displeasure. [i][color=6ecff6]'All I ever wanted was to be like him. If you ever would have loved me as you did him father. I would have burnt the entire world...'[/color][/i] The whiteclad elf thought to himself in silence, his eyes narrowing slightly until his thoughts went to his mother.

[i][color=6ecff6]'Ahh! Mother! You also always loved Excelas the best! What did he have that I didn't? Hnggnn...'[/color][/i] Terneus bit his lower lip slightly before adjusting his stance and overall pose, collecting himself from his memories.

[b][color=6ecff6]"Yes, I am the lone heir. But my house has never been stronger. Which is why I govern over the light elves and not someone of common birth."[/color][/b] He assured the dark elf commander and then gave his own knights a glance, if only brief.

[b][color=6ecff6]"A traitor amongst the fairies? How fortunate that you managed to put an end to it. When it comes to myself, I cannot simply memorize every bug I happen to step over, neither by appearance or name."[/color][/b] He allowed a soft chuckle to escape his lips as he waved his mirror as a fan towards himself. [b][color=6ecff6]"As for this Misa Millina... Oh yes, that's the name I remember now, that brat... horrible? No.. Ari... No? Oribel. Yes that's the name. Seems that young little fairy had offspring with rebellious spirit. She and her outdated thugs will soon be captured, I'll bring them to the king himself after reassuring the trip will be as smooth as possible without any attempts to free them."[/color][/b] He said in a thoughtful, if not slightly amused manner. The light elf looked as Xenelith inspected his troops, Terneus thought for a moment to do the same to his. But then was reminded of their tainted and filthiness, and who knew their sickness could even possibly be a threat to an elf of his high standing. The thought itself made the elf gulp.

[b][color=6ecff6]"Pardon? Insult you commander? Oh was that a joke? I would never steep that low."[/color][/b] Terneus said in a reassuring manner, as if the very thought was unappealing to him. [b][color=6ecff6]"I would never insult the king either, my men are clean and scar free because only warriors who get hurt and fail get scarred or dirtied. Their duels are however entertaining, they are not comparable to my skills but to be fair."[/color][/b] He took a moment to put in a very noble sounding chuckle. [b][color=6ecff6]"Who is? Oh and I know fully well they will be heard, and that is the point. Have them flee, fill them with fear and they will run towards their little hiding places so you can smoke every last one out."[/color][/b] Terneus said in an amused and sinister manner, which would imply that he has certainly done something of that nature in the past.

[b][color=6ecff6]"And it is -Lord- Andros, you may join my forces for now until I aqquire these rebel scum and bring them to the king. Oh and don't be silly, my men have nothing to learn from yours. Win a war? Oh I always win. And I'll make it most beautiful."[/color][/b] The light elf allowed a very sinister smile to decorate his face, one which would send his men into a chain reaction of gulps.


[i][color=6ecff6]'...then someday my people will destroy you dark elf, and your homeland.'[/color][/i]