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[Color=crimson][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[Color=crimson][b]Location:[/b][/color]  Malthemoor, Daka Island
[Color=crimson][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Myra [@13org] 
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[Color=crimson][b]Equipment:[/b][/color] None
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Vrexen had awaited his two subjects at the gates of Malthemoor. He had taken a seat on the ground, muttering to himself as he attempted to keep his mind intact. Seeing his sister had definitely pushed him very close to the edge and his run-in with Astra did not help things. He needed to viciously kill something and maybe then his lust for violence would be satiated. 

His nose twitched as he picked up a familiar scent. And as he turned to face the direction of the scent, he noticed what appeared to be two large papers being carried by a breeze, except there was no breeze.

[Color=darkturquoise]"Myra. Show yourself. You are not being pursued, so why do you remain unseen? Why hide?"[/color] Vrexen sounded rather aggressive as he got up from the ground and approached her. [Color=darkturquoise]"Two? Gooood. Very good, Myra."[/color] He patted her head softly, but then grasped the top of her head firmly. [Color=darkturquoise]"You have proven that you are very capable. But you must cut out your fear. You kill other creatures, yes? What makes [I]them[/i] any different. Magic?"[/color] He released his hold and sighed. [Color=darkturquoise]"In time shall learn. It won't until I watch you tear someone apart."[/color] It was then that Vrexen noticed one of the large papers was not a map, but some sort of painting. He narrowed his eyes, snatching it from her and holding it up.

[Color=plum]"Mister Vrexen!"[/color] Astra called out from several feet away with a wave and a faked cheeky smile. She had a large backpack on with whatever she had gathered.

[Color=darkturquoise]"[I]Her[/i]. She is our guide, Myra."[/color]