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

Of all the struggles in the world, why did he, the elf who shone brighter than any other have to struggle past the horde of commoners. While the path had been filthy, filled with people of lesser birth and race. The ever graceful and collected governor of the light elves had pushed his way to safety, stepping over a few demi-humans along the way, even if he considered his doormat in his tower to be of much finer quality. He had to get out of that place. The breeze outdoors was a pleasant thing for him, even if some of the lowly runts around him dared bumping into his near divine form. The governor soon made sure that he would not get stalked by that monstrous thing once/if it got outside. The governor ascended the stairs in the most hurried manner he could, while trying to uphold a sense of nobility and grace. There was no benefit in him sharing company with the others who exited the building, he instead took a left turn and began moving down one of the streets.

It was then he was reminded of the smell of the place, how it reminded him of stables mixed with filthy taverns. It was so unlike the sweet and refined air around his home, perhaps he had to smell this horror in order to further appreciate his home? But there were more pressing matters than the reeking of the city, one of them being able to leave it swiftly. But his carriage had a... unfortunate accident and his commander, Feldrin, had gotten himself killed. It was indeed inconvienient, he should have known better. As for the rest of his knights they were by the healer's place still recovering from that attempt on his person. He could have used them right now if there was a fine enough chair to sit on, so they could have carried him. 

But they were most likely going to slow him down at this rate, with the loss of the commander he would have to give them every single command in detail. It was tiresome on his noble voice, it was unbefitting of someone of his stature to overexert his voice. That was something for underlings, not for him. Then came the thought to him, this fairy princess and her rebellion would likely affect even his domain. His home would likely be in an uproar, those ungrateful dimwitted peasants would likely try to blame him. -HIM- of all people, who had done so much to keep their home pure and unaffected as much as possible from the cruelty and filth of the rest of Avalia. Terneus tightened his hands into fists, this was annoying him plenty. He was without food and water, his carriage and even his servants.

He knew there was a long journey he needed to set himself upon, one of much strain and weariness. But he had to make it further north to one of the smaller elven villages. There he could get some food and drinks, but it was a far distance to travel on foot. The governor didn't even spend a second thinking that he could aqquire supplies within Roshmi. After all, he didn't have a way to certify the wares had been treated with the right care, or perhaps one should say noble hands. The thought of a demi-human even coming into contact with his food, drinks or clothes made him want to throw up. Perhaps he could encounter some elven caravan along the way, he had plenty of jewelry to part with in exchange for supplies after all. Yes, this was the plan he decided on. He was going to make his way to one of the smaller villages to the north, then promise riches for those willing to return with him to the sun elven village and bring order.

Then everything could proceed in whichever manner it would, if these rebels would be able to topple Aklenroth then he could use his influence and wealth to encourage his fellow elves to deal with the dark elven plague and seize any wealth left behind by Aklenroth.

[color=6ecff6][i]'Have them do all the hard work, and then I will reap the reward. How sweet it is to be so clever. To take advantage of those stupid enough to not understand it, it is as nature has desired it to be.'[/i][/color] He spent a few thoughts to himself to easen the mood, thinking of his own brilliance could indeed bring light into even the darkest of days.

The governor took a moment to look behind him, he had gotten past only two buildings? Were this how slow those not going by carriage were?

[color=6ecff6][b]"Oh for the grace of the graceful... my feet are tired."[/b][/color] He cussed, waving his mirror at himself, throwing glances towards the building the ball had been within. Perhaps someone would run from it who he could accompany. An elf perhaps? An elven man? Yes, that was prefered. He always found the females of his species to be too occupied with their own appearances, as if that was their top priority. Some of them would not even take the moment and opportunity to look at him. It was not only rude, but he considered it an offense. A crime. While he reassured himself that his own beauty was natural, and also a natural thing for him to display his noble features. His parents at least had the decency to make sure the other half were of noble birth and had a long line of purity.

He could still recall the day when he had delved into the old scrolls and family tree, just to make sure he did not have an ounce of commoner blood in him. When he had looked through them all, he was filled with relief. He was indeed pure noble and elven. If he would have found out there were a commoner in his past, then life might not had been worth living. At least that was the initial thought, but he later realized that he as a noble could likely post-humously make a dead relative into a noble. Thus he could solve such a despicable issue would it had appeared.

[color=6ecff6][b]"I am really too good for this world, am I not? Is that why you test me, oh old gods of old? Testing your most favored child?"[/b][/color] He said aloud to himself, it felt good to hear his voice. As if someone had licked his ears, or if he had been given honeytipped cookies with fourhundred old wine to it.


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

The magics which the dark elf had flung relentlessly at the large demon, had not even scratched it's massive form. Even with the assistance of others, this foe was beyond them no doubt. People had gotten crushed and eaten by it, and also by the large dark wolf creature which had moments ago been finally shut down. Revealing it's form to be that of a small boy. Baraian didn't know what that creature had been up to, come to think of it he had little clue about who was fighting who within the grand hall. What he did know however was that now the moment had come to leave, the rebellion would likely survive and that was what mattered. Even if he would die here, it would be with a smile. Knowing that the world would be engulfed in the fire it had created for itself.

A man yelled to those still present within the grand hall to leave, and the dark elf sprung into motion towards the exit, turning only around to see the large demon drawing smaller objects and things towards it. Including the boy which had turned into a monster, he was sucked into the hole which the demon had opened in it's chest. [color=fff79a][b]"Move!"[/b][/color] He yelled out towards anyone still behind, before he left with a group of people that had gotten out around the same time.

[color=fff79a][i]'Phase two is over... now time to build the army that will end it all. At last.'[/i][/color] He thought as he was met with the breeze outdoors, he didn't linger for long but dashed down the stairs, ready to leave the city.

[color=fff79a][i]'Golden Death for everything. Use them well, little blue miss... like I will use you and everyone else to grant this world it's dying wish.'[/i][/color] A soft upturn appeared on his lips, as his hair hung over the top part of his face. He though of the lich and his domain burning, but not only that place but the wretched home of his. The dark elven realm was beyond any salvation. The rebellious call of Risa Millinia had made him chuckle within, did she think the dark elves would simply forgive and forget? He knew very well that was most likely not the case. Hatred had borrowed deeply within his kind, towards the elves which exiled them but also to all those whom watched.

For Baraian he also hated their kind, for they were indeed as despicable as the elves which had exiled them to the barren lands. The darkness had lkong loomed over the world, even before the lich became king. He still remembered his days in Daka. Where he had been a fellow recruit beside Xenelith Dreadclaw, one of the commanders for the lich. But back then they both were recruits, whilst Xenelith excelled at the dark elven ways and his ambition seemed to be to serve Aklenroth. Baraian was the complete opposite, meek by dark elven standards and would have ended up dead in the final trials had he not left before those tests came into play.

Had his life had been different, he could had been just like commander Dreadclaw and possibly ended up the same way. But he wanted none of it. Why postpone the end of a world without hope? Why struggle and believe someday it would be peaceful? It was all a lie. There would never be peace, the world of Avalia would be filled with wars and new tyrants would vie for control after the power vacuum of Aklenroth. What Baraian found important now however was to first remove the lich, then he would work for all sides. Pin the largest armies against each other, make them burn down all the cities until nothing and none would remain. Make Avalia a barren dead world.

[color=fff79a][i]'It's a pity you are one of a kind Ilan. But I cannot spare this world even if it has a single good person in it. People will repeat their mistakes and never learn.'[/i][/color]