[color=8882be][b][h3]Zelginn[/h3][/b][/color] [i][color=fff79a]Place: Biralei residence Time: Morning[/color][/i] [b][color=8882be]"Oh mother always tells us children to go out and explore things for ourselves! She says it helps build character and make us strong!"[/color][/b] Zelginn said with a wide smile as the food came within his eyesight again, taking both it and the coin pouch he had earlier liberated from a gambling dark elf. It contained a few amas, not enough to get a trip with however. His ears perked up when Kenia had explained to him that the two odd smelling individuals he had seen moments ago were family of hers. There was something about it which didn't sit well with Zelginn, perhaps it was just his stomach growling for food. The blonde elf woman had left momentarily, leaving Zelginn to take a bite out of the first sausage in that neat chain of sausages. While at the same time throwing a mischevious glance to Malachi. [b][color=8882be]"For a moment I thought it was humans. But that would be silly wouldn't it?"[/color][/b] He said in a low tone of voice, tapping his lips with a clawed finger before his lips formed into a smile as he observed the male elf. [b][color=8882be]"Betcha wouldn't try hide those here would you?"[/color][/b] He said soon after, inbetween chewing, half of the sausage in his right hand. He seemed to be about to say something else, when the female elf returned, causing him to assume a saluting pose. [b][color=8882be]"Welcome back, nice lady!"[/color][/b] He said, stuffing the half-eaten sausage into one of his many pouches on his attire. [b][color=8882be]"Oh.. oh.. I cannot go to mother, she is imprisoned by the king since quite a long time! Far, very far to the north! Brrr! Really cold place too, It's alot warmer here. If you want to go all the way up there you need thick fur!"[/color][/b] He said in a matter of fact voice, his arms crossing and his head nodding in self-agreement. [b][color=8882be]"Lord Norkas? Oh I don't know who that is. Whose lady Tsarra Urmicca? That's not your name! But can't I help you instead? I am very capable! I can sneak into places! I can pry open locks! I can even leave some of the food for you guys! Maybe you need a way into the ball that is coming soon? I can be of great help for sure! I also have the bestest of noses on this side of Avalia! No lie! I swear on my fur it's so!"[/color][/b] Zelginn gave a soldierlike clap together with his clawed sot ridden feet and looked like he was ready for orders. [color=aba000][b][h3]Elthrael Vol'Kerno[/h3][/b][/color] [i][color=fff79a]Place: Baelde's diner Time: Morning[/color][/i] He had taken his time looking over the tavern wench, which Risa and Kyran appearantly knew, much like the loud big one. [i][color=aba000]'To think they wouldn't think before acting. Now they've involved these two into this. When the guards come trying to question them about our presence here. With so many eyes all around, how could they possibly slither out of that?'[/color][/i] He thought momentarily, before the other thought took place over it. [i][color=aba000]'What's with foxboy's little eye? How curious, it does indeed seem like he cannot control his own power fully. A power you cannot control is not a power at all. Hmph.'[/color][/i] He smirked as the voice of Elsea caught his attention and she did seem quite upset. How he disliked upset women. Unlike the men which were amusing, the women being upset was an issue. [color=aba000][b]"Indeed, you need not to learn anything because you cannot learn anything. You lack the will to contain yourself, and thus I will not train you. It would be a waste of time. Like preaching religion to the deaf, or try put out fire with oil."[/b][/color] He said in a scoffing manner, before proceeding in regards to Elsea's words about Risa. [b][color=aba000]"So many in this world would have done anything to be just like her, to have that ability, that chance to do something of a grander scale. To not use that gift, would be very unfortunate. You also need to do something, otherwise nothing is ever going to happen. Someone must always take the first hard step, no matter how hard it may be."[/color][/b] Elthrael chuckled softly as he leaned back abit, resting his back briefly. [b][color=aba000]"Life is a battlefield, what other battlefield do you need? Emotions can aid you, but also tear you down. In your case I suspect to see the latter. I disagree with you that war would change all for the worse. It is during such trying times that the grandest of acts are taken. Oh I'm certain even your world have these... heroes which inspired others in wars for their achievements. Which mostly consisted of killing other creatures mind you."[/color][/b] His eyes kept watch of both Kyran and Elsea, knowing fully well they were likely the most volatile in the gathering and could potentially explode at any given moment, given enough fuel. His attention snapped to Dionaea. [b][color=aba000]"Like she says, we should make certain the losses are not in vain. I very much find your mindset most admirable. Let us dethrone this fool once and for all shall we?"[/color][/b] He said the last part very quietly, his lips forming a smirk. [i][color=aba000]'Such promise... how refreshing.'[/color][/i] He thought to himself as he watched over Dionaea, before turning to Risa. [b][color=aba000]"Such kind words, but so very suitable for such sweet lips as yours~"[/color][/b] He winked towards Risa, then throwing a glance to Kyran. His mouth showing a few teeth as he held back a grin. [b][color=aba000]"Ahh yes, hope... I certainly hope you will also take into consideration of your own life, and how it is the key to saving a kingdom from complete... ruin."[/color][/b] Elthrael finally added, one of his hands resting on the hard wooden pommel of his sword. [b][color=fff79a][h3]Baraian Paladice[/h3][/color][/b] [i][color=fff79a]Place: Marketplace (Roshmi) Time: Morning [/color][/i] [b][color=fff79a]"Act natural and you will be fine. The dark elves only grow interested if you start sprouting things in public or get into a direct confrontation with them. But your insight is good Ilan, I will search through the crowd for any signs."[/color][/b] The dark elf solemnly nodded, leaving some space from his faun companion, to meld in with the crowd as good as he could. He began to wander slowly around the crowd of people starting to form up, entertainment was always drawing attention. Even from the dark elves who needed some time off from oppressing the populace. Baraian looked through the gathering of people slowly as he walked, there were demi-humans of all sorts and sizes amidst the crowd and every here and there an elf or two. That's when someone bumped into him. [b][color=6ecff6]"Watch yourself, you ill suited vagrant. Out of my way."[/color][/b] A pious sounding voice was heard from his right, passing right by him, the long white garments were as white as those worn by himself. It was a tall elf with silvery hair, his armoring polished and behind him was a group of armored elves. Baraian stepped aside instinctively, looking from under his hood. He swallowed, and then breathed out through his mouth. [i][color=fff79a]'What is he doing here?'[/color][/i] The dark elf's eyes narrowed, forgetting for a moment his task of searching the crowd for human presence. Once the group of elves had passed him by fully, he turned to look at Ilan and then to the crowd. His eyes searched through each and everyone of them. None wore odd garments from what he could tell, or gave the impression that they were something other than demi-human or elven. His eyes turned up to Ilan and shook his head softly, to indicate that it had not bore any fruit so far. [color=6ecff6][b][h3]Terneus Andros[/h3][/b][/color] [i][color=fff79a]Place: Marketplace (Roshmi) -> Elsewhere Time: Morning[/color][/i] To think that dark elf commander Dreadclaw had the nerve to challenge him, it irked him to no end. The dark elves as a race was an abomination, a freak mutation... no... a parasite. If he could only order their destruction, but such a beautiful dream could never come true with Aklenroth being in power. The light elf knew that against Aklenroth whose magic was clearly superior, not because of his race but because of his age. Yes, it irked him that if he had lived as long as that undead lord he would have beaten him. There was no doubt in Terneus head of that. He began to wander the streets, past a house of ill respute. [b][color=6ecff6]"Filthy peasants spreading diseases and sicknesses like no tomorrow, no wonder this place is a cesspool."[/color][/b] He felt the urge to spit, but reconsidered as he wouldn't even want his spit to be contaminated by the area. A lightly clad demi-human woman was smiling towards him as he began to pass by, dragging in her shirt abit as if it was overly warm. Terneus brows furrowed, his teeth clenched together and he began to angrily march away from it. His group of knights shortly after, once they snapped out of the nice view provided. [i][color=6ecff6]'Lice ridden, dirty, filthy, mongel infested...'[/color][/i] He began to think of a name suitable to describe the scenery which was sickening him, he swiftly made his way towards the market district where he began to wander amidst the common folk. Although with some distance, giving some of them coughs along the way and the evil eye. Indicating for them to move away. Then some white clad court jester had the nerve to bump into his regal attire. He had the sudden urge to slap the pitiful fool, had not he previously lost his glove from filthiness. He angrily marched past the white hooded person, and threw an angry glare to the noise of someone playing on a lyre. The elf stopped in his tracks, it was a pleasant tune which snapped him out of his thoughts.[i][color=6ecff6] 'What is that?'[/color][/i] He looked up to where a faun had neatly placed himself and the crowd, which he had barged into were appearantly listening to. [i][color=6ecff6]'A street performer? How- dare it sully this melody with it's beastly grip and draw me out of my mindful sanctum of thoughts. Is this even legal? Could it be this is some distraction for pesky thieves? A parasite on the society, no this city is too much.'[/color][/i] The elf thought to himself as he gradually stepped closer, throwing a thin looking man out of the way before realizing the man was probably dirty. It made him grit his teeth for his lack of foresight, but it was surely the fault of this meddling musician. [b][color=6ecff6]"Hey! Stop that at once! Go back to work peasants you are blocking important matters and trade! Shoo! And give me that you misleading cretin! You lack the proper permits!"[/color][/b] He barked out and stepped up to try grab the lyre from the faun, his knights blinking in surprise but soon stepping up closer to their lord which was full of action this day. Terneus then tried to take hold of the faun's lyre in order to throw it at the cobblestone ridden street.