[color=aba000][b][h3]Elthrael Vol'Kerno[/h3][/b][/color]

Time: Morning
Place: Baelde's

Elthrael had taken much pleasure from seeing Dionaea reaction to his comments about her, he had nodded in assurance when she had asked him if that was what he indeed thought. But now as they all found themselves by the diner, the dark winged fairy found himself inspected by Risa. It would seem she held at least some interest in his exile, the willingness to listen was a trait he valued highly, thus he decided to tell her some of it.

[b][color=aba000]"Yes, exile. The fate of those whom are misunderstood or feared by others, and those whose crimes have been vile. My crime? Being born into this world looking like this. My parents refused to toss me away, so they too were banished."[/color][/b] The darkwinged fairy allowed a smile to decorate his face, as if it both annoyed him but also amused him. 

[b][color=aba000]"To a deer, a hunter is evil. To a mouse, a snake. Beings do what is in their nature to do. Are we any different? Demons are created or born, I know not which. Most if not all of them are what the majority of being in this world would deem to be evil. The dark elves, driven to destruction by the lust for power at all costs have gotten corrupted by it. Causing themselves and those around them suffering. The orcs enjoy violence, it's as if fighting is them simply living, as if it would be when they feel most alive. You kill someones father, his family will hunt and hate you. Kill someone's son, and his parents will despise you. An endless circle of revenge and destruction of no end. Unless you find yourself being the one cutting the chain short."[/color][/b] He blew some air through his mouth, and smirked for a moment before continuing.

[b][color=aba000]"Let me tell you a story, an old story. A story which none of the fairy elders would have told you, for it is one which they would never wish to remember or hear of. A long time ago, far before the lich king seized the throne. There existed a race of fairies, their beauty, art and mastery of natures magic was the grandest of them all. Their appearance unlike the fairies we know of today. They ruled over the other fairies, under a single kingdom, keeping them safe from the orcish warlords and the armies of an old demon lord which sought to conquer all. The ancient fairies were well versed and able, and together with their brothers and sisters they managed to win that war. But the other fairies grew fearful, jealous and filled with malice. They allied themselves with the elves, who also had grown envious. Together they plotted and hunted every last one of the ancient fairies down, as their numbers were low in comparison. They could not fight back, they tried to flee, but were chased down to extinction. It was said that the last of the ancient fairies were hunted down into an underground haven underneath Roshmi. But who would believe that fairytale? Hahah..."[/color][/b] Elthrael chuckled and then took a moment to pause, caressing his cheek with a finger for a moment before proceeding.

[b][color=aba000]"After that the elves took all the riches of the ancient fairies to empower themselves, the other fairies began to bicker and fight amongst oneanother until they split up and thus set off in different directions to start a new life. Leaving the old ruined kingdom behind in that deep forest of mystery, allowing nature to envelop it once more. It is said it still exists out there somewhere, and within the place. The proof of fairykind's greatest sin. The murder of their own kind."[/color][/b] Elthrael's hair hung over his eyes slightly as he hunched forwards, before looking up at those around the table.

[b][color=aba000]"There's an old legend however, of an elf who came upon a survivor of the extinction. Who happened to be carrying something with him, which he passed unto the elf for sparing his life. Before vanishing forever..."[/color][/b] The dark winged fairy, placed one of his hands on the table, tapping it abit with his fingers.

[b][color=aba000]"The tales said that elf was Aklenroth, or a god. But what is more curious is the question, whose the evil ones? I suppose you could ponder on that for quite some time, I would rather spend my time to ponder on what happened with the last of the ancient fairies. Where did he go? What did he do? When you are truly alone, what is it you desire the most of all things?"[/color][/b] He posed the question in a very mysterious manner, with a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth. His golden eyes setting on Risa, his facial expression calm and collected.

[b][color=aba000]"I wonder, would they had been able to forgive those which did the inexcusable? Were they still around that is."[/color][/b] Elthrael gave a soft, yet smooth chuckle as he began to lowly mumble.

[b][color=aba000]"A war requires soldiers, supplies and a will to fight. There are only a few ways to amass such a force, one of the ways lie with Risa here. A royal request could do."[/color][/b] He suggested, tapping his chin as he did, before he went on to speak in a more riddle-like manner. Saying it in a very mysterious manner, if not a tad dramatic.

[b][color=aba000]"There's however another path, a path long forsakened and hard to find. A place of old, with stories untold. A door of sin, with evil deed within. Into the forest of the elven moons, to the tree of all trees. In the keep of the old ones, the scroll of binding lies, amidst the terrible truth. A royal hand may open the path inside."[/color][/b] He finally finished, blowing some air through his mouth and looking between those by the table.