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[color=silver]L O C A T I O N :[/color] Lodge, Port10
[color=silver]I N T E R A C T I O N S :[/color] [@Conscripts]
T A G S :[/sub]
[color=silver][sub]E Q U I P M E N T :[/sub][/color][hider=][sub]N/A[/sub][/hider]
 

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     [color=silver]The orc’s word hit heavy against Rowan, like a secret he dare never trespass etched into his heart. His silvery eyes looked up at the Orc. His pale lips a thin line, serious and full of admiration. He had failed, but he would never again — given the future so full of the wide abyss.

   [color=93d8f1]“Of course,”[/color] the Elf rose, the pain he endured currently shivered with redemption and determination. His attention turned towards the door that opened in revealing his sister. Silence and a mute melody. [color=93d8f1]“Thank you.”[/color]

    Finally, his shoulders rested. The white hair, clean now from Timothy’s magical hands, glistened a reflection of the flame that warmed the home.

    [color=b2beb5] “Aye, I know quite a bit about the human. Such odd creatures. They don’t fit here in Avalia, yet still, they are here now with much power they can wield… if they learn properly.”[/color]

   The fireplace cracked. Magic surrounded them in the cottage. Its energies were flowing through the lights, the veins of the plants, the twists and turns of the wood planks. And yet, there was a calm weakness that could go no further than it already had. 

     There was something, perhaps, inside good ole Timothy Babadil that no matter how powerful he grew, he could never fight, and the more powerful he grew, the less of a fight there would ever be. To some, the was powerful, to others his power was useless.

    [color=b2beb5] “There’s prophecies in humans coming into our world. The eerie part is, there are two endings to the prophecies. One where the humans help us to victory and the other…”[/color] A shadow loomed on the old Elf’s face. His hat tilted in seriousness. [color=b2beb5]“The humans join forces with the Dark Elves and the night extends into infinity.”[/color] 

   [color=b2beb5]“I know the human is probably long gone.”[/color] He mused starkly.

   [color=93d8f1]“Gone?”[/color] Rowan suddenly winced in pain. A thorn of horror pierced his wounds. The throbbing pulsed until it rested once more.

   [color=b2beb5]“You should understand this by now as a soldier, Rowan: Dark Elves know each other, a little too well if you ask me, even if they as so much loathe one another. The ones in power love to talk; and humans aren’t to be messed with. Surely, for favor, he’s been given over to the higher ups. Your jobs, not mine, are to go rescue him.”[/color] Timothy looked at the two creatures before him. A sadness passed through him when he saw Rowan, wounded and weak, but quickly the season of emotion changed back to the whimsy.

    [color=b2beb5]“Now tell me, how are you folks planning to get your friend back? You’re down a man and injured as is. I reckon you need to think before you act, this time. Something tells me you didn’t give ‘em what you could.”[/color] [/color]