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[Color=goldenrod][b]Time:[/b][/color] Afternoon
[Color=goldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] Living Quarters, North Pass
[Color=goldenrod][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Rue [@potter], Bowyn [@helo], and Eris [@Tae]
[Color=goldenrod][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] Annya, Bardulf, Ismael, Bron, Kharne, Aidan, and Raven
[hider=Equipment:] [url=i.imgur.com/hkDcd7s.png]Male Outfit[/url]
[url=https://imgur.com/nFFwshr] Backpack (top right)[/url]
Adamantine Quarterstaff 250
Sling 4
40 balls 30
3 lbs of black powder 150
[url=https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/emerald-isles/images/d/d5/Half-Plate.png/revision/latest?cb=20180506075844]Mithral Half-Plate[/url] with Lighting Enchantment 590
[url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/56/fb/0c/56fb0c36347cd7674c834aea568233e6.png]North Pass Drip[/url] 80
Zoomies 300
Teeth Cleanser 5
Hair Cleanser 20
Hair Softener 20
Body Cleanser 2
Armpit Fragrance 5
Ring of Warmth (gifted) 
3 medium red potions 9
3 medium blue potions 9
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[hider=The Four Month Recap (trigger warning. The arrogance is strong in this one.)][h3][b]The True Four Month Recap[/b][/h3]

[color=goldenrod][i]To think that the mighty hero of Avalia would blow his cover of being such a bold light elf after being tested by the likes of Princess Annya! [b]But[/b] it only made sense! Of course, the princess of her own kind would see through even Kaleb’s near-perfect performance! She only provoked the hero so she could witness the true glory of her savior and bask in his raw magnificence! And bask she would as her reward for her sharp intuition were four long months of mentoring the one who would end the second great war!

Would love or passion sprout between them? Unfortunately for the princess, no. Kaleb had eyes for another beauty within his entourage. The very elven maiden that had been at his side from the beginning (even when he couldn’t quite find her whenever she vanished). Of course, the snowy-white-haired vixen, Valerie, might have been a worthy rival for the hero’s passionate affection, but sadly she sought to leave this world. It was far too harsh for her delicate spirit. Upon giving a warm farewell, she revealed her true name to him. Raven. A name Kaleb would carry with him as he continued onward. And to make matters worse, The Woman Formerly Known as Saiorse had abandoned her duties as someone who might assist the hero and fled into the night. The selfish deserter would not be missed.

The responsibility falling on the hero’s shoulders now more than ever only further invigorated and impassioned him. Despite the option to depart from this world being present and the grim warning of the realities that accompanied war, the hero remained. To him, the story was already written and only waiting to be told and shared through the lips of all who knew of its glory!

Whether the looming dark elf threat, a winding river, a frigid north, or even Annya’s overbearingness, Kaleb persisted! The hero did all he could to pass the obstacles presented to him. Meditation time? Ha! What hero wastes time with that? Instead, Kaleb used the thirty minutes to get in some extra sleep before the real training began. Monologues were mostly avoided by his requested desire to meditate on the importance of respect alone due to being far too distracted by lectures. The hero cleverly expedited the mandatory journal entries by simply drawing how he felt using faces so he could spend more time on matters that weren’t so self-indulging. Resting was definitely included in these matters! 

Thanks to the ever-needful princess, our hero had the pleasure of learning about sailing. Naturally, he excelled in these lessons. So much so that he only found it fitting to allow Ismael and Bardulf to get some more hands-on practice while he “supervised” their efforts. Kaleb could not horde all the glory and needed to empower his allies any way he could. 

Upon passing the island of Yenworth, Annya chose to kindle the flame of Kaleb’s vast potential by advancing his training to include magic. Unbeknownst to the princess, our hero had received plenty of advice from the gracious maiden, Eris! His displays of magic were flashy, even for one who wielded flame in the palms of his hands. Despite his ability to conjure flames, the hero found himself contending against the harsh cold, and arriving at the North Pass only made matters more challenging. Even the warm welcome of the kind Nana Ruma was not enough to calm the hero’s wild spirit. 

Why had Annya chosen such a place meant full of crazed creatures seeking death in this unrelenting cold? Was it a trial? To test his willpower, or perhaps she required a suitable reason to seek his comforting embrace when the time came. Whether it be the former or the latter, Kaleb was in store for quite the challenge indeed![/i][/color][/hider]

[h3][b]North Pass[/b][/h3]

Ther was no denying that Kaleb couldn’t stand being in North Pass. It looked nice, sure but could he actually enjoy that niceness? Fuck no! On a positive note, it gave him a reason to use his magic to keep warm. Warm wasn’t all he kept either. Kaleb mostly kept to himself as well except if he wanted something from someone which he made sure wasn’t very often. His behavior in River Port would seem a tad more tolerable since his magical slip up in front of Annya behind the brothel. Still, his first impression was one that stuck in the minds of most of the group. Butting heads with Annya was a normal occurrence though it had gotten a lot healthier over time. Some might call them frenemies or even think of them as bickering relatives.

He continued to spend an intimate amount of time with Eris, opening up to her about his acting career, and in turn, she shared what she knew of Avalia. He discovered she had a firm grasp on many aspects of this world. Who needed a dusty old library when you could have a gorgeous woman tell you everything you wanted to know in a hushed sultry voice? Oh right, some people aren’t so fortunate. She also hinted that she was older than she appeared. She never put an actual number on it, but judging by Annya’s own age and looks, did it even matter? He also noticed she rarely shared too much about herself which made him wonder if it had anything to do with past trauma. Perhaps if he opened up about his mother, she would as well. However, for the time being, he’d keep that to himself. 

Despite Eris being his favorite among the group he mingled with the others without causing too many issues, which only meant there were a few issues that were nixed swiftly. One occasion was when he complained about Bron’s training regimen. Before things could escalate or the decision of placing Kaleb under Kharne’s tutelage occurred,  Eris recommended Darius be sent to Botan who might have far more patience with someone like Kaleb given her conversations with Hiruma. When alone with Annya, she urged that it wouldn’t be great for the group if Kaleb somehow spoiled relations with Kharne as he may have with Bron. Guiding her faith, the decision was made. As much as Kaleb grumbled about it, he went out to train with Botan.

The monk questioned Kaleb’s desire for training, though he was willing to take him on as a student regardless of the reason. All he needed to know was what drove Kaleb, which happened to be his thirst for glory. It wasn’t the healthiest goal, but Botan chose to make do with it. To the monk, it was nothing more than a weapon to use against the foe known as indolence. Botan knew every excuse in the book due to using the same ones himself as a youth. Additionally, the panda demi-human saw a little of himself in Kaleb. Someone always trying to shortcut his way through things he found mundane. Under Botan’s tutelage, the spoiled celeb was quickly given an ultimatum. The removal of his hair or his voice. Botan knew full well based on his information gathering on Kaleb that the young man would never sacrifice the former. Without uttering a single word, the young man was on his way out. 

[center][i][color=darkcyan]“And here I thought the savior of all of Avalia could endure a simple month-long challenge to become something more. Then it’s decided, farewell-”[/color]

[color=goldenrod]“Psyche! Ha, you thought I’d quit? I never quit anything! Take my voice, but don’t beg me to speak when you miss it. I guess you escape me calling you Po. But trust I’ll be patient just for that.”[/color]

[color=darkcyan]“And you’re sure about it being your voice and not your hair because you- never mind. The voice it is.”[/color][/i][/center]

And for a month there was not a peep from Kaleb. There may have been a celebration of sorts that he wasn’t privy to but things were a little smoother for the group. The fact that he could emote his ass off didn’t help much but the voice was a great thing to lose for a month. Annya even held a noticeable bliss whenever she was reminded of the blessing.

However, it was not for naught. After some time, Kaleb spent more time listening (as if he had any other choice) and noticed the different sides of people he hadn’t seen before due to the absence of his criticisms and complaints. Since he couldn’t socialize much, he practice training a bit more, which was even more so due to the fact that he despised the cold. He learned he didn’t have to always put his two cents in… maybe it was more like five dollars, but you get the point. He also learned he didn’t always need to be heard and that the chores he was subjected to due to his lack of doling out excuses were not as bad as he made them out to be. Being too prideful helped him persist, which in the end humbled him some. Kaleb was much more tolerable once he could talk, and the ring of warmth Eris gifted him after his month of silence assisted in snuffing out much of his whining. Was he still an asshole, sure, but he kept a lot more to himself. For the group, life was was better…[hr]
[h3][b]Currently[/b][/h3]

[color=goldenrod]“Sincerely, Bardulf?”[/color] Kaleb stared at the letter, unamused by it before igniting it in flames. He’d read the letter a few times, contemplating if he wanted to attend. Even as he cleaned up the mess he made with the letter, he continued to let his options stir in his mind. Despite burning the invitation, Kaleb leaned toward attending the outing. He liked Bardulf, especially since he noticed Eris taking an interest in him. Sure, there was a tinge of jealousy but he had his ways of dealing with competition. If relations remained as they were between the two, then perhaps he’d continue to like the man. No promises. [color=goldenrod][i]I am starting to run out of conditioner… But do I really want to be around everyone on a day off from Annya’s schedule?[/i][/color]

After a shrug, Kaleb geared up, wearing his [url=https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/emerald-isles/images/d/d5/Half-Plate.png/revision/latest?cb=20180506075844]mithral half-plate armor[/url]. Leaving his room, he headed in the direction of Bowyn’s with a neutral expression only to find Rue at its opened door. [i][color=goldenrod]Of course.[/color][/i] He maintained his expression until he was close enough to see Bowyn and graced both fairies with a smile.

[color=goldenrod]“Adorable as always. Hashtag BoRue for the win, right?”[/color] A light snicker escaped him as he strolled by eyeing the two. He noticed the clutched paper in Rue’s hand that he guessed to be a copy of Bardulf’s letter. Without a need to stop and ask, Kaleb assumed the couple would be attending the festivities.

He didn’t mind the two. Bowyn had been more of a stranger to him after the big reveal of him being a human. As for Rue... She was the shy type so Kaleb always felt he was probably too intense for her to hang with him. That and he just didn’t have the patience to pry a person from their shell. Oh yeah, and there was the way her wolf looked at him. Kaleb didn’t think he was a fan but wasn’t emotional about the opinion of glorified Yorkie.  

Continuing on, he eventually arrived at Eris’ room door, and without pause, he gave the door three firm knocks. He’d been with her earlier for breakfast but hadn’t seen her since then. As often as he visited, he’d have a key if there had been a spare. 

[color=goldenrod]“Delivery for the lovely Eris Lorafir.”[/color] He stood waiting with his arms proudly crossed at his chest. His lips formed a confident smile that accompanied his posture. The man was primed.

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