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



[color=fff79a][i]Time: Morning
Place: Roshmi marketplace[/i][/color]

There was something satisfying in drawing the attention away from the faun and to himself, even for someone who considered himself to be leagues higher in the food chain.

[b][color=6ecff6]"Let it go? I will do no such thing."[/color][/b] He snarled at the faun.

Terneus was just about to beckon his knights forth to seize the faun when an arrow swooshed past his head and nailed into the wall just above him. The sheer surprise caught him, and he stood still for a moment, completely still as if comprehending what just happened. Had someone just tried to kill him? To assassinate him in the morning hours at a market full of people? The sheer audacity, the arrogance and the nerve caused the elf to furrow his eyebrows which arched down in a nasty manner. He frowned as it dawned on him that this was done in public, where he could be seen as a unsuspecting fool. This he could NOT allow. His knights were more quick to react to the arrow in that they quickly drew their weapons, causing plenty of members of the crowd to step back in fear and surprise. The governor quickly looked about to see where the arrow had come from, he looked to the arrow in which manner in was pointed and then towards the direction it supposingly came from. There was some... disruption. Some magic was at work, he was sure of it. Perhaps even of the kind he was wielding himself. Had an elf from his own people tried to kill him? Some usurper who was planning on taking his position? He would have none of it!

[b][color=6ecff6]"Guards! I am being assailed!"[/color][/b] He yelled out in his pious sounding voice, as his attention was drawn to a loud centaur.

[i][color=6ecff6]'A disgusting half-horse!'[/color][/i] The governor grit his teeth together as he raised his hands in a shaking manner, not from fear or panic but of anger. Then came insectoids and birds which began to assault his knights, who in return slashed in the air with their weaponry and shields in retaliation while screaming in a mix of panic and surprise.

[b][color=6ecff6]"Stop fooling around idiots! Seize that horseman!"[/color][/b] He barked out as soon as he had begun to talk, commander Feldrin and two of the knights began to dart into the mass of people in an attempt to reach him. Leaving five of them fighting the variety of birds and insects assailing them, the last of the knights were located next to Terneus. That's when the centaur pulled a sweet honey cake and launched it towards the finely clad governor, it was on direct cause towards the governor, providing the centaur an ample moment to get away. The governor, his grace, the lord of the Andros family. Terneus saw the honeycake as it flew towards him, there was no room enough to gracefully dodge, with a puddle of mud at one side of him, and a dirty beggar to the other.

Terneus instictively grabbed hold of the knight close to him and pulled him into the firing line, causing the honey cake to splat straight into the knight's face instead, with a small piece of it flying over it's shoulder and landing on Terneus attire. The governor's eyes widened.

[i][color=6ecff6]'My gown! My precious gown! How dare you?!'[/color][/i] His thoughts fell unto his regal looking attire, which had taken so much child laborers to finish creating for him some weeks past. He wasted no time, as the buzzing sounds of insects and bird chirping was growing closer. He grabbed unto the knight's cape and used it to wipe his shoulder clean, before he kicked the knight in the rear into the direction of the rest of them as they were busy fighting the unfriendly forest critters.

[b][color=7bcdc8]"No! Not the bees! Not the bees!"[/color][/b] The knight yelled as he plunged into the mess of knights, birds and insects.

[b][color=6ecff6]"Tch! Get that vagrant horseman! Don't kill him! I want him alive! Commander?! I offer ten thousand amas to the ones who bring me these assassins! Argh! Must I do everything myself?!"[/color][/b] He screamed in rage as he raised his mirror, using his magic to alter the light around him to turn himself invisible. Then the governor seemingly vanished from plain sight and began to move about unseen.




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

[i][color=fff79a]Time: Morning
Place: Roshmi marketplace[/color][/i]

Baraian had remained in the crowd as the governor of the elves and his group of knights had strolled into the marketplace. Why they would have approached Ilan was beyond Baraian, but then again he knew that the governor was a man with a very limited temper and easy to irritate. A reason why Baraian also considered him to be highly dangerous, that elf's ego was a driving force. He was about as powerful as he was vain, that much was certain. Baraian had hoped that things would be solved swiftly so that he could had gotten up to help Ilan sneak away, but there had been others intervening into the scene. He recognized the centaur as being one of his own, as in from Golden Death. Regulus was known as one of the more direct and brazened amongst them.

While Baraian did like having allies and more people join with Golden Death, he grew uneasy amidst some of them. For fear of the location of Ra Monde would be discovered. As he knew people did all within their power at times in order to survive. Even if it involved selling out their friends. He knew this better than most, after all he was a dark elf. For Baraian his survival had been in leaving Daka behind. He fled before the final test all dark elves go through in order to become proper warriors and swearing true allegiance to Aklenroth.

Faint memories of his family and time in Daka so long ago flooded to his mind for a moment, but he quickly shook it away. His attention snapped back to the present and to the ongoing chaos, a knight began to run past him at full speed to evade an angry hawk pecking on his head. Baraian couldn't resist the urge to hold out his leg abit, causing the knight to trip facefirst into the mud and cobblestones. The dark elf soon after allowed himself to slip back into the crowd of people, and that's when he laid his eyes on Kuroi.

He gave him a soft nod and then allowed himself to slip away alongside Kuroi. [b][color=fff79a]"Let us go to the shack."[/color][/b] He said when he got close enough to Kuroi. He suggested they would go to the place where they had originally stayed prior to going to Ra Monde. It was too dangerous to withdraw to Ra Monde during daylight, and they could be followed after all. The last thing they would need would be the governor or his men finding their haven, it could be the end of their rebellion. No they had to take precautions.

The dark elf felt a strong unease, as if this incident was just the silence before a storm. A storm which he would not see the end of.
He began to move faster once they came out of the majority of the crowd, every now and then looking over his back as he thought he could hear footsteps. Perhaps it was the paranoia getting to him, his overprotectiveness of the rebel haven was a tiresome thing. How many nights had he spent awake just wondering how long it would take for the haven to be found, or someone to give it up to the wrong people. Now Ra Monde was led by Belladonna, and that was reassuring to him. Even if it would be found, they now had a chance to fight it out as long as they had her.

Baraian knew he would eventually have to take the talk with Belladonna about his sudden decision and unfair way which he had made her the leader. She never asked for that burden after all. He knew that very well, but there was no choice according to him. Without her they would be as lost as before.

[b][color=fff79a]"Did the others make it?"[/color][/b] He said in a hushed manner to Kuroi, his eyes however darting from side to side as if fearing he was being followed. At the first closest alleyway, Baraian tried to skulk into it.