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Deep in the forest of Izumo under sweeping canopies of lush greens a small self-established camp of outcasts and exiles dwell. Close enough to venture toward the town in case supplies were needed though they made due with everyone’s abilities, and did not need much outside resources. In fact, some had grown bitter in their isolation and preferred steering clear of humanity. Many had been celebrated in some fashion during their life in civilization meaning some were impressive hunters while others used their Thauma for more practical tasks. In some way they had flown above the council’s radar and endangered their lives or that of their families. Narrowly escaping harm and luckily finding their way to others who experienced a similar fate.

Campfires were managed by Efreet wielders during the night while the more offensive users took turns keeping watch. Usually nightfall remained ever so peaceful and sometimes was celebrated with singing and dances to lift the moral and spirits of the oppressed. Lately the forest creatures stirred uncomfortably like a worrisome omen, and others could not help but feel a bit unnerved as well. A tall slender elf sat silently upon a fallen birch with pale pink colored tresses resting against upward arching shoulder armor outlined with thin gold plating. Lucid aquamarine colored eyes were gazing into the memorizing flames illuminating the dim area as she pondered past memories. [i]How soon the tide changes[/i] she thought, [i]and how one can be swept up in the current...and drown.[/i]

[b]“Lumen!”[/b] A sudden plea resounded through the trees and seemed to echo into camp. [b]“Lumen!”[/b] The same voice called out and this time stirred the pale elf to stand. Closer the sound of rushing footsteps emerged through the picturesque backdrop. Many bodies were carrying what looked like other wounded individuals in their arms covered with traces of sticky blood. Lumen signaled for the helpers to place the small injured group down onto the moss kissed ground while she raised her twisted wooden staff into the air. [b]"Hurtless circle"[/b] she whispered and a tiny beam emitted above, which expanded to a massive sphere of azure and white blinding light. Two broad circles of the same colors began swirling below the damaged before the large sphere expended rays of light healing all.

[b]“Non-elves who have escaped the hands of the council.”[/b] A lean male human said after the ritual had commenced. 

[b]“Rallying most likely, when will they learn?”[/b] Lumen replied shaking her head in discontentment but then something else got her attention. She raised her head toward the sky and inhaled while her crystalline eyes narrowed. If the sky had not been so clear the smoke would have surly gone unnoticed, and the slight breeze had managed to sweep the smog over the forest just enough. 

[b]“I am going into the village Mathias, something is not right.”[/b]

[b]“What about the curfew Lumen—“[/b] 

[b]“Mathias, look over the newcomers and awaken Lendel. Have him take watch. Perhaps now is the time for me to take my leave of you. Thank you, for everything you have done. I am going to search for some answers, regardless if the smoke is a sign or not. Tell the others not to search for me.” [/b] With that she sprinted into the direction of the town to further investigate, and would not stop until reaching the outskirts.