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[Color=crimson][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[Color=crimson][b]Location:[/b][/color]  Outside Malthemoor, Daka Island
[Color=crimson][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Myra [@13org] 
[Color=crimson][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] Basilian [@Alivefalling] and Amarantha [@Tae]
[Color=crimson][b]Equipment:[/b][/color] None
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[Color=lavender]“To think one of you would travel all the way from the damned inhabitable zone without getting a spear through the chest.”[/color]

[Color=mediumpurple]“Nothin’s more despised than your lot. Even more than our folk.”[/color] The soldiers spoke lightheartedly as they escorted the quiet Vrexen through the dimly illuminated cave. Despite his animalistic appearance, the dark elves found Vrexen to be a bit more civilized than their idea of the typical demon. Many had been told tales of mindless creatures that sought nothing but the spread of chaos and destruction.

[color=darkturquoise]“In...habitable zone? No. Not from there. I come from the Abyss, my birth place.”[/color] Vixen spoke, with his eyes darting toward where he could pick up Myra’s scent the strongest. [color=darkturquoise]“And [i]ten[/i] spears plunged deep within my chest would fail to kill me.”[/color] He boasted. 

[color=lavender]“I’ll be sure to use eleven then.”[/color] The soldiers burst into laughter as Malthemoor, the actual city came into view. A city within a cave dimly illuminated with a greenish glow. It even had its own steel-barred gate, showcasing the effort the dark elves put in their security. It was only natural on Daka, an island where so many creatures aimed to kill those that did not belong. Vrexen did not know the history of these people, but if he had, he would find their resilience something to commend.

[Color=lavender]“Open the damn gate! We have a guest for our king and queen! [b]Open[/b] the gate!”[/color] The soldier ordered before the creaking sound of the steel bars were made with the opening of the gates. The group advanced inside where civilians could be seen conducting their usual business. The civilians appeared to be just as hardy as the soldiers in Vrexen’s company, many equipped with weapons and some form of armor.. [color=lavender]“Eyes forward, demon. We don’t want something starting because you looked the wrong elf in the eyes.”[/color]

[color=darkturquoise]“I wouldn’t want something starting either. Mother would be very upset.”[/color]

[Color=lavender]“Sure, sure. Just keep your eyes forward.”[/color]

[Color=mediumpurple]“All of ‘em, too.”[/color] 

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Vrexen and Myra had been escorted directly to the main castle at the deepest end of the city. Even a direct route took some time on foot. Vrexen would likely be the talk of the town, but only for a short time. The war was at the forefront, and it was apparent with the many crimson flags flying depicting a black two-headed dragon. The people appeared to work vigorously towards the war effort, with many civilians carrying ingots of iron and steel to the forges. They would bleed the mines dry if they needed to. 

Within the main castle, Vrexen stood surrounded by the soldiers that escorted him within the meeting hall. The gothic themed architecture exemplified the power these elves held. The power to bring darkness into the light. To even consume that very light. 

[Color=darkturquoise]“I now understand why mother favors your kind. I think I like you [i]lot[/i] as well.”[/color] Vrexen adopted the term as he awaited word from the two-headed dragon of the dark.











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