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[color=fff200][i]The night Roshmi burned...[/i][/color]

[b][color=f26522]"Valaeon, my friend, I am not deaf yet! I can see, hear and sense you perfectly fine. Even before you landed!"[/color][/b] A voice answered from above, where a man hung upside down with some form of dark wrap around himself, his clawed feet holding unto an old wooden post. One of his fingers poking his ear after the bellow provided by the demi-dragon. A long black braid swinging slightly below him, as if it were a pendulum. The figure didn't wait long before spreading his batlike wings and allowed his grip of the wooden post to loosen as he landed on his feet close to Valaeon, folding his wings soon after he did.

[color=f26522][b]"It is however good to see you are well my friend, there are some things which require our attention must urgently though. There is light on the horizon, in more than one way. Walk with me will you?"[/b][/color] The bat-demihuman nodded towards the direction of Roshmi, then attempted to place one of his arms around the back of the demi-dragon to urge him to walk with him to the top of a wooden balcony to one of the higher buildings of the port town.

A toothy grin was pasted on Valaeon's face the very moment Carnylus greeted him. He would admit that his approach was not always the best, but it got him the results he wanted… mostly. 

Valaeon walked with Carneylus, being guided by the hand on his back.

[Color=crimson]"Light you say?"[/color] Valaeon furrowed his brow to the southeast. To Roshmi. [Color=crimson]"It's unfortunate the sun would never arrive so early… Have things really gotten so grave?"[/color]

[color=f26522][b]"It would seem so, at this rate the people living here will become entangled in this war. It does seem like one in any case, so what do you think is the best course of action now? Have all living here depart to the flower fairy kingdom?"[/b][/color] The winged man turned to face his companion upon reaching the wooden balcony, to Carneylus this war came in an inconvinient manner. But even so it wasn't something he nor anyone else could ignore.

[color=f26522][b]"The strong will always oppress the meek if there is a will to do so. The reason I sought to become stronger was to protect those who cannot protect themselves. The king may offer some stability, but he is nothing more than a tyrant who sows discord which someday will and as we now have seen will blossom into rebellion."[/b][/color] The winged man blew out air through his mouth, causing some strands of his hair to blow upwards.

Valaeon had his eyes set on the horizon as he thought of the innocent lives that would lost in the inevitable conflict. Tragic as it was, it was also unavoidable.

[Color=crimson]"Unfortunately, this is not the first hint of rebellion. All that came before were either quelled swiftly or on standby awaiting a miraculous advantage over the Lich. The absence of my brothers is proof that many lack confidence in the young fae princess..."[/color] His smile returned as he turned his head to Carneylus. [Color=crimson]"So before we alarm these people. We will search for the face of this rebellion. Princess Risa Millinia."[/color]

The bat-man nodded, Valaeon's reasoning was indeed sound, but so were his brothers. 

[color=f26522][b]"I can understand those who feel hopeless, I was once one of them. But there comes eventually a time when you can no longer turn a blind eye and wish for things to go away by itself. The young fae princess may have the spirit, but what she truly needs is a major victory against the forces of the king. Only then will the spark of hope awaken in those whose forgotten how it felt."[/b][/color] Carneylus said softly, a finger curling some of his hair as he leaned over the balcony railing.

[color=f26522][b]"Valaeon my friend, I believe you are right. We need to find Princess Risa Millinia. But there is someone, or rather something else we also should find. "[/b][/color] The winged demi-human turned his head to look at Valaeon, his facial expression being serious and thoughtful. He remained silent for a few moments, if Valaeon needed some moments to gather his thoughts.

[color=f26522][b]"Soruklithbaal. We need to end the undead dragon, that will awaken the people of Avalia to fight."[/b][/color] The demi-human allowed one of his clawed hands to stroke his chin in thought. [color=f26522][b]"But how would we do that?"[/b][/color] He said softly, before closing his eyes and smiling in Valaeon's direction.

[Color=crimson]"Soruklithbaal..."[/color] Reality seemed to slap Valaeon in the face as his confident expression wavered.  As much as he wanted to tell Carneylus how ridiculous such a feat was, it was necessary in defeating the lich. There was no path to victory without devising a way to remove such a powerful abomination of a weapon from the battlefield. Valaeon took a deep breath, regaining his composure. [Color=crimson]"The intellectual and the cowardly would say it is impossible... I am neither! Undead are not unbeaten and neither are my powerful cousins. I will see to it that Soruklithbaal is  not but ground bones and ash scattered across the battlefield!"[/color] The fire in his eyes was hi determination in victory. A great sound suddenly rumbled between the two men. 

[Color=crimson]"BUT, we need to feast my friend. My stomach yearns for a different kind of battle."[/color] Valaeon grinned  while placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. Valaeon always enjoyed the food from the port. So much fish to be devoured!


[color=f26522][b]"Haha! I expected you would say something like that, my friend!"[/b][/color] Carneylus said in a laughing manner, as he looked to the hand placed on his shoulder. [color=f26522][b]"You are trying to prevent me from being first to the food table aren't you?"[/b][/color] The man looked at Valaeon with a serious expression before it faded to be replaced by a grin. 

[color=f26522][b]"You got the right idea!"[/b][/color] The darkhaired man said in a joyful manner as he attempted to shrug himself free from his draconic friend and dart across the wooden second floor on his bare feet, his aim the wooden stairs leading down to the first floor and the dining hall which was being ready for their arrival. Last time Valaeon had visited the port town, he had eaten half the fish before anyone else had even gotten into the hall itself. The winged man wasn't taking any chances this time around. That salmon was going down, one mouth or the other.