[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Ivraan Valdo[/color][/h1][/center]

Ivraan would continue walking with Galaxor and Nemeia, his spear slung over his shoulder in the hilt. Eventually, he joined in on the singing from Galaxor. Ivraan would manage to sing in the same tune, perhaps a part of him that was raised in the tavern helped here. As for Nemeia he had seen her around but hadn’t really spoken to her. He’d always give her a curt nod in passing, but Ivraan did so for everyone. 

[i]“Aye you’re right Galaxor, perhaps after we have put these corrupted beings to rest we can grab a drink, or two, or maybe ten. As for you Nemeia right? Pleasure to meet you, name is Ivraan Valdo.”[/i] He spoke with a jolly tone. 

Halfway towards the tomb, the travelers came across another Caravaneer. Ilyana, a half-elf just like Ivraan, was clearly scarred like himself.[i] “Hey, we are going to clear out the nearby tombs, you are welcome to join us!”[/i] Ivraan spoke in his familiar cheery voice. He’d leave it to her if she wanted to. He was almost certain Galaxor wouldn’t mind, in fact, he was certain he’d love having more people around. As for Nemeia, he didn’t really have a clue, but honestly, they were all from the same Caravan, Ivraan hoped they would at least try to get along.

So far the journey hadn’t been anything new, well expect meeting another Caravaneer. The Forest of Emerald is still as unnaturally green as before. The atmosphere still feels icky, the plants alive and the corrupt Vitae lingering in the air. It had for the most part remained the same, or maybe unnaturally so, wasn’t even fluctuating. 

This all changed when they arrived at the tomb.

A vortex of corrupt Vitae, a presence so fierce Ivraan had never seen it before. He slightly staggered back at the sight of it. The deep, dark energies seeping from the tomb. Perhaps this was the reason the Forest of Emerald felt so.. Unnatural. Like how an Oasis in the desert would make life flourish, the tomb would make life wither away. The trees are decrepit and void of life, like hollow bones. The color of the Forest was like a sickly pale man, gone.

Ivraan slowly walked closer to the decrepit arch. Slowly glanced it over, as if trying to recall if he had seen it before. Unfortunately, he had not, he had read about this place from the accounts in his wagon, but nothing really came close to the feeling one had when stood face to face with this… unnatural place. Turning around to face the rest of the party Ivraan spoke; [i]“Well then shall we enter?”[/i]

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[center][h1][color=6ecff6]Vorex Lector[/color][/h1][/center]

Created and birthed in the Grand Library, Vorex had not seen much more than the library and the environment around it, however this all changed when he got trapped in a chamber inside the Library. Time was passing, and during his passing Vorex would start to absorb the books hidden away, all filled with forbidden knowledge. How Vorex got here, nobody knew, not even itself. It had taken thousands of years for Vorex to become freed. 

And free he was, inside an unfamiliar forest, an unfamiliar place. He tried searching for anything he would recognize, but to no avail. He knew where he was 5000 years ago, however that place was long gone. Reduced to ruins and dust, and thus he had set out to do what he was last told. To rebuild the grand library, to do so, he needed materials. Way to write books, and, as it stood, people. Customers who would ask him to access knowledge that he possessed but could not access. And so wandering, creeping around in this forest of unnaturally green Vorex went.