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[color=gold]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[color=gold]Location:[/color] Forests, now closer to River Port than Roshmi
[color=gold]Interactions:[/color] Cora [@Potter], Elsea [@Tae], Ezeri [@Alivefalling][/center]

Cade smiled and hugged Cora back, patting the human on the head. Her words were sincere but her claim that she had not lost control was far from the truth. He didn’t argue though, that was the wrong approach, and his human friend needed kindness. He could see that now. He could not teach the humans about magic, he had none and knew little about it. He could, however, retell the lessons he had learned from both his father and brother, ones he had regrettably paid so little attention to when he was younger. How to fight and conduct oneself with honor, something he now strived for, and he could share what he remembered and what he was still learning with them.

[color=gold]“Whether you fight with a weapon or with magic, it is important to remember your surroundings. Maintaining control is always important to ensure innocents do not get harmed along with your enemy. This is something all warriors must practice, and it is difficult, for me as well, but that which makes you strong in battle can also make you careless.”[/color] He said with a soft smile, remembering the kinds of things his father taught him when he was a stubborn cub. Knowing when to leave anger behind had always been the most difficult lesson for him, but making things right with Cora felt like getting rid of a great burden upon his spirit. 

Cade thought for a moment about how far they were from the river port. He was somewhat nervous about what he would find there, or an even worse possibility of who they might not find. What if he did not find Ayita and Sakura there? Would he have to leave these humans behind and activate Sakura’s tailsement? Did they even make it out of Roshmi alive? But there would be no way to know until they arrived, and all Cade could do was try to focus on the chance of reunion rather than the possibility of disappointment. 

[color=gold]“We are about a day's travel from there. With a swift pace we may even make it by nightfall. Of course that would mean no breaks for lunch, but once in the port town there is a great deal of fine food. And very few dishes which involve rodents.”[/color] He added, more than happy to think about a hearty variety of meat and fish. 

[color=gold]"I look forward to seeing familiar faces once we get there. In fact one of my friends even happens to be a demoness, though not like the ones you have spoken of Ezeri. She is very kind and rescued Ayita and I from the dracolich, a foul creature controlled by the same lich we seek to end. I hope this would pose no issue for you, this plane is clearly very different from your own."[/color] Cade spoke wondering what the devil’s reaction to that would be. He trusted her for the most part, but was still worried her dislike of demons may prove an issue if she stayed with them to the river port.

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[color=lime]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[color=lime]Location:[/color] River Port-Surfside Cafe
[color=lime]Interactions:[/color] Lucia[@Potter] Vaeril[@Alivefalling][/center]

Leon finished his food, stacking his plates and silverware the same way Lucia did, trying to act as much like a proper elf as he could. Vaeril paying for lunch seemed innocent enough, but his offer to go shopping with them and buy them something made Leon slightly uncomfortable. People only offered to front the bill when they wanted something, when they wanted you indebted to them. He’d made that mistake before and it had very nearly gotten him killed. There was always the chance that this was normal for elves to do. Lucia was like that, freely paying for things and a fully generous person. But with Lucia he knew what she wanted, it was never a secret. Loyalty and assistance with a rebellion, and that he knew he was willing to provide. It was easy to agree to overthrow an evil lich lord, a noble cause, and in return he was kept safe from the bounty on his head. Leon had no idea what Vaeril wanted, even though he seemed nice, that meant little, he’d met men who killed in cold blood who could put on a mask of civility when it suited them. 

He watched as Luica spoke and as she tapped her fingers against her temples he was sure she felt a similar sense of unease. He lightly drummed the fingers of his left hand against the table as if he was thinking about the offer. Signalling that he wasn’t not entirely comfortable with this. He’d prefer if there was an opportunity to speak to her without Vaeril, to tell her about the weird voice he’d heard in his head that knew he was not an elf. But to do so would only look suspicious in front of Vaeril, and they needed to blend in. There was also the chance that Vaeril was an alley, and that was the reason for his generosity, but he had no idea how to find that out. Trying to think about it was more difficult now that he’d gone and gotten that stupid song stuck in his head. 

[color=lime]”Thank you for lunch and I appreciate the offer but there really isn’t anything I need right now. I wouldn’t say no to having more company. Now that you’ve brought up shopping I have a feeling that’s what we’ll be doing all afternoon and there’s only so long I can pretend to be interested in clothing.”[/color] Leon said grinning. Part of that was a lie, he always wanted something, everything in Avalia was new to him and he couldn’t walk past a single booth without touching something. There was one thing he was pretty sure had to be true on both Earth and Avalia, once you offer to go shopping with a woman, hours would be spent looking at clothes. An activity that was dreadfully boring to Leon, and not half as fun as goofing off on a beach. Hopefully having Vaeril around would make things more interesting, at least he could try and figure out what the guy wanted. 

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[color=cadetblue]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[color=cadetblue]Location:[/color] Forests north of Roshmi City
[color=cadetblue]Interactions:[/color]  Malachi[@princess], Belle[@Potter], Myra[@13org] O’ner [@Eviledd1984][/center]

Valok noticed the sudden change in Myra, her hostile posture, and tensed in response. He scanned the forest for the source of the threat which quickly made itself apparent. An owlbear roared and screeched as it clobbered towards them. He moved from the beast's massive paw as it swiped, watching as it was momentarily distracted by attacks from Belladonna and Malachi. He pulled shadows from the forest towards him. The shadows pulled together, wrapping amongst one another, melding until they formed a sword made of darkness and held together by dark magic. The magic itself leaked out of it, a dark purple glow that occasionally sparked and frizzled. He gripped it tight in his hand although it had no weight. 

He ran his free hand across the blade drawing some of the excess magic off it, and sending a dark orb through the air towards the owlbear’s chest. Dark magic hungered for violence, the sword wanted it, craved it like a bloodlust. It fed into him, like an extension of himself, his magic’s need for violence, became his own need for it. Or maybe it worked the other way around, maybe it was his own need for violence that fed into the magic. It was all he had been trained for, to fight made him feel most like himself. The magic was a weapon, and he was a weapon as well. 

Just as his weapon was an extension of himself, he watched not only the owlbear, but the others in the group. How one fought, what weapons they used often revealed something about the fighter. Belladonna, showed her resourcefulness by tossing stones at the owlbears, but more interestingly did not wield light magic. She used water magic, she was a human. Capture or kill, that was the order, humans were a threat to The Great King. Though his eyes narrowed on her, he suppressed his first instinct, the one taught to him. Why was this human a threat? It wasn’t as if you could drown a lich. You could drown an owlbear though, force excess water through its mouth and nose, filling it’s lungs and holding it there until it drowned. Instead she made a shield, a defensive move. How odd that one seen as such a threat by the king would lack a killer instinct. 

[color=cadetblue]”That is an owlbear, a moderately dangerous creature.”[/color] Valok said calmly to Belladonna. The owlbear had challenged them, challenges could not go unanswered, and it didn’t matter whether he won or lost, only that he fought. He moved forward to slash at the owlbear, Valok was not one for defense, brutality and aggression in a fight was the only way he had been taught.