[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/vqKwCkN/Aelphis-Border.png[/img][h3][color=C70039]Balmung Castle - Sleeping Quarters
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The festivities were much more awkward after Aelphis's [i]scene.[/i] While the Black Mage was thankful he didn't hear much negative words on his... occupation given his spectacle, Aelphis is sure he achieved notoriety in a different sense. Oh boy, he can already hear the countless nickname. Butter-Boy, Butterfingers, Butter-Off-Dead... Aelphis was sure that was the name that Viera had picked out for him. He shivered in his sheets once again at the thought of that butter knife at his throat. Ah well, at least he didn't end up bunking up with that vicious fellow.

Speaking of his bunkmates, Aelphis didn't have any strong opinions of them. The shifty-looking fellow was pretty good-natured, if a bit playful. The Faye's instincts told him that this man would be the source of all his butter-themed nicknames in the near future. As for his other roommate, even for someone who was as secluded as Aelphis, the reputation of Mystrel woman was something he was at least aware of. To be honest, Aelphis had no stake in the war, so he didn't care too much if someone who was once an enemy of his country was now watching him sleep. It was almost comforting to know she didn't seem to look at his apparent magical talent with the same scrutinizing gaze most people gave him.

And so Aelphis was quick to sleep, almost passing out from all the walking and nervous shaking he had done on the way to their quarters. He didn't even change out of his clothes, though he was at least mindful enough to store the strange concoctions buckled across his body into his pack on the side of the bed. As for his stave, he seemed to cling to it as if it were a teddy bear, sleeping with it soundly in his arms. It was a cute sight, really. The staff was barely taller than the mage!

Sadly, it seems that despite the vast assortment of food at tonight's banquet, it seems that a good night's sleep was the one thing not on the menu.

The sound of a shattered bottle was what stirred the Black Mage awake, and a call for action by one of his allies had caused him to sit up in surprise. The group was being attacked! Aelphis quickly shuffled out of his bed, using his staff to move his sheets out of his way. Thankfully, his bunkmates all seemed to grab the attention of their attackers. Aelphis observed the situation, seeing his allies make quick work of the soldiers. With their firearms rendered useless and a few of them missing one or two of their extremities, the Faye resolved to take care of the remaining soldiers.

Aelphis took a deep breath, raising his staff into the air as he allowed the aether to flow into his catalyst. The twitchy, nervous gremlin seemed to have a moment of lucidity as the winds of magic flowed through his robes. It's as if the magical energy that flowed through the Black Mage also gave him a sense of lucidity, despite the situation they were in.

[i]"[color=C70039]Behold the mighty voice of the heavens, that echoes with fury and power untamed! Let Dhinas' electrifying wrath strike down my foes, and leave them trembling and ashamed![/color]"[/i]

Azure pheres of electrified aether filled the eyes of the boar's skull that had adorned the Faye's stave, the energy surging through Aelphis. The static electricity had even caused Aelphis's hair to stand up and surge with sparks of blue and white.

[b]"[color=C70039]Thundara![/color]"[/b]

The energy dispersed for a brief moment before a mighty bolt of lightning struck Aelphis's staff like a lightning rod, a current of lightning zipping forth through each of the remaining Valheimian soldiers, frying them one-by-one from within their metal armor. The black magic that Aelphis had cast was mightier than anticipated, nearly blasting the Faye back as he struggled to hold onto his electrified staff. As the last spark bounced to the poor soldier who had his knees give out on him, the Faye quickly snapped his staff back as if to end the flow of aether.

And with that, their battle was over. Aelphis sighed as he wiped some sweat from his brow, not realizing his hair was left standing at its ends as a result of his spell. The colors, they began to fade, the noticeable loss of saturation bringing about a single gulp. Man, some ether would be nice by now...

"[color=C70039]S-sorry I hadn't awakened sooner. A-are we being attacked?[/color]" The mage asked, quickly eyeing his pack. There wasn't enough time to shuffle out a bottle of ether from his pack, especially since all of it's in that damned distiller. He'll have to conserve his energy a fair bit. He just needs a few deep breaths, and some concentration. Focus on the colors, don't let them fade away, just like Mother had taught him...

"[color=C70039]We should s-see if everyone else is fine.[/color]"