Location: Nids End [@Pyromania99] [hr] As Luna approached, the fight commenced. The elf spared not a glance towards Luna, entirely focused on the behemoth of an enemy in front of her. She brandished her blade, holding it in front of her with a surprising amount of grace as she’d stare down the single eyed fomorian. The creature bellowed out a laugh, obviously enjoying this little show as much as the elves seemed to be. He would strike first, using his impressive size and weight as a weapon to engage with the elf with his bare hands, striking downwards with his fist. The elf, in response, danced to the side, swift as the wind and causing the strike to miss completely, slamming into the ground and kicking up some sand. The elf followed the attack with one of her own, slicing into the flesh of the cyclopean mans knees, the blade easily cutting through the thick flesh and rudimentary armor he was wearing. “Oi, its a human!” “So it is! I’ve never seen one before.” The rest of the elves immediately acknowledged her presence though, a few getting up from where they were sitting, though the one playing the flute gave her a friendly wave and kept playing an energetic tune. “Oh, oh, maybe she can help us?” “You think? We are strangers here, and Lady Sarah would probably welcome it.” Finally, after a bit more discussion one would wave Luna over with a friendly smile. “Hail, friend. I can’t say we’re from across the sea, but well met nonetheless.” He’d glance over towards the fight that was happening. “Take a seat by the fire if you want. Lady Sarah - the lass fighting there - would probably like speaking with you once she’s done with that.” Sucaria remained quiet, though Luna could tell she was still uneasy. “Don’t worry about them, by the way, just a bit of fun before dinner.” Location: Airedale keep -> Hjrelskins Fall [@Crimson Paladin] [hr] “Got it. Will make them talk.” Lugh nodded, before scampering off towards the center of the village. “That boy could learn to take it slow sometimes.” Elnith chuckled, turning briefly towards Ethelred as she’d leave. “Be careful…fear makes people behave rashly, Ethelred.” She’d say no more as she’d follow after Lugh who was already trying his boyish charm on some of the locales who were more flustered than anything, it seemed. So Ethelred would walk up to a nearby house, pounding on its door loudly like an unwelcome winter air. Immediately from within, there was a shout, followed by the sound of something behind dragged. “Go away you fiend! You won’t take me or anyone in this house!” From the houses second floor though, Ethelred could see a rather plain young woman at him from a small window on the second floor, her amber eyes peering at him curiously. “...you’re not an unseelie.” She’d state, rather flatly. “What are you, some sort of ice man from the north or something?” Location: Airedale Forests [@Guy0fV4lor] [hr] “I could tell you, but it’d probably go over your head.” The mage replied in a curt, smug manner with a catlike grin, still scribbling into the soft earth more. “But if you insist - i’m simply using a field of magical energy collected from this forest and earth in order to create a barrier that blurs reality and separates one's physical senses from it in a localized, designated area, thus creating imaginary things that have real and actual effects on the area within it.” She seemed rather proud of that explanation as she’d finish drawing, nodding excitedly as she’d hold her wooden staff. “But since I doubt you’d understand the intricacies of it, I’ll save you from a headache.” She’d move away from the circle. “Now, unless you want to experience it for yourself, I’d suggest you leave. I was alone out here for a reason, since these spells can be rather dangerous.” She’d hold her arms out, drawing a sigil in the air with the staff. “Spirits of the deep, the roiling oceans, the rumbling earth, separate ones dreams from falsity,” Whatever she was doing, reinhardt could definitely feel a surge of magical energy from the sigil she had drawn, though what it was going to do was up in the air unless he understood what the heck she had even been talking about earlier. Location: —-------- [@VitaVitaAR] [hr] A cry of defiance. The angry shouting, whispers, voices roiling in her head demanding hatred only intensified as she’d double down on her efforts to leave. Whatever this was, she instinctively knew, that if this thing caught her, she wouldn’t get away with her mind or body intact. She ran, the ground beneath her feet wobbling and becoming a bottomless pit of malice mere seconds after she’d pass. Blackened tar splashed against her skin, the realm turning a burning, dry red as the rectangular pillars burned and fell around her. The eye burning holes into her very soul as it watched her flee, demanding she stay, demanding, shouting, yelling unintelligibly at this point, all of the voices mixing into a cacophonous slurry of hatred. And in front of her, the only pinprick of calming light in this realm. It was hard to say how long she’d run for. Her lungs burned, body ached, the sigils were a tattered mess, but she was almost there. The light seemed as though it hadn’t gotten closer at all, and this place was crumbling faster and faster, the giant eye was now taking up most of the sky, suffocating nearly everything in this realm. [i][color=7bcdc8]“Hurry…my power…is not strong…remember…this is a dream…”[/color][/i]