[color=aba000][b][h3] Elthrael Vol'Kerno [/h3][/b][/color]

[color=fff200][i]Outside the refugee camp[/i][/color]

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A dark blue portal began to manifest itself upon the starry night sky, slight bolts of magical lightning flickering before fiercely slamming into a hill just outside the refugee encampment. The flashing light of a bolt in the distance, and the rumbling across the skies akin to thunder. Then there was silence as the portal began to spin and twist as a lone shrouded figure began to fall through it, not at high speed but in a soft almost featherlike fall towards the ground below. The landing was soft, as the figures boots hit the solid earth of the top of the hill, having fallen a distance of a three-story high building, yet the hill itself was like a two story building by it's own. The portal didn't stop to spin or twist, smaller crackles of lightingsparks surrounding it before the portal seemed to devour itself, until it finally vanished altogether as quickly as it had come.

The darkhooded and cloaked figure which now found himself standing on the hill allowed his eyes to open to meet the sight of a new world, the golden orbs gazed at the surrounding area and the dark skies. Yet amidst all the darkness there was fire in the night. Campfires. Lit by those who sought refuge from the cold or other things no doubt. The hooded figure allowed himself a slight smirk as he raised his both hands as if to feel if they were still there. Much to his pleasure they were.

[color=aba000][b]"Oh? My my... what have we here then? The moon is very red tonight..."[/b][/color] The man said to himself as he stood there watching his surroundings which were most unfamiliar, as if he had been thrown into another world or something akin. It was the wind itself which first answered him, blowing against him, causing his cloak and hood to flicker in the wind. Strands of his long white hair soon following it. In the distance he could see shadows moving, close to the fires that was lighting up the dark. As if indeed they were beacons meant to draw attention to themselves.

The fairy's wings flickered momentarily just a slight bit as they were nicely tucked under the cloak, the man himself held out his left hand with the palm facing up towards the sky, then allowed his magic to flow through him channeling it. It felt as it had done so many times before, in a place other than here, to a time other than now. A lone vine began to form from the magic itself, sliding down and digging itself into the top of the hill, then the fairy took a few steps back while still allowing his magic to flow. It didn't take him long until the vine began to change and become bigger and branch out until it finally took upon the shape of a tree. And as soon as it had grown fully, the fairy cut his magic off and flapped his mothlike wings up to the highest stable branch of the tree and sat down there. It provided a little more of an advantage point than the hill, but it also felt more homely and he prefered to sit down whilst eating. He used his magic to form a red apple in his left hand and took a bite out of it, expecting it to taste different from before. Yet it was as sweet and juicy as it had always been, that very thing was even sweeter to him than the taste itself.

[color=aba000][i]'Red the colour of love, passion, revenge and blood. How fittingly it clads so many, and how sweet it taste to those which seek it. Yet the sweetest of things can be oh so very poisonous...'[/i][/color] He mused in his own head, as another smirk formed on his lips. His eyes gazing at the area in which he found himself. [color=aba000][i]'Soon there will no doubt be some meet and greet to do. Let see what greeting gifts can be arranged...'[/i][/color] He thought in an amused manner.