Alivefalling

Avalia

Time: Two nights ago
Location: Helius → Rebel Village

As only hours had passed since humans were confirmed in the higher ranks, Zalthraxis set his plan in motion to begin cleansing known rebel settlements. The village lay quiet under the moon's silver glow, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets. Children played in the dimly lit alleys, their laughter echoing through the night air. Meanwhile, adults traversed the village, exchanging hushed conversations with other villagers. It was a night like any other.

Zalthraxis had meticulously prepared for this crucial moment, spending countless days refining new techniques and developing potent chemicals to eradicate the threat that jeopardized the reality the king had worked so tirelessly to establish.

"Land in the clearing just before the village entrance." Zalthraxis commanded the pilot, his voice carrying an air of authority and calmness. The pilot obeyed, guiding the aircraft with precision as it descended towards the designated spot on the ground.

The clearing was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, casting an ethereal sheen over the surrounding trees. The village entrance loomed ahead, its wooden gate standing as a barrier between safety and impending doom. As the aircraft touched down with a gentle thud, the tension in the air became palpable, a silent precursor to the storm of despair and death that was about to unfold.

As the Helius powered down and the doors hissed open, Dark Elf soldiers clad in black outfits and donning gas masks disembarked in disciplined formation, flanking each side of the aircraft's entrance with unwavering vigilance. Zalthraxis emerged, his presence commanding respect as he planted his feet firmly on the ground, eyes scanning the surroundings with a calculated focus.

"Deploy soldiers to secure the perimeter. Any attempts to flee must be met with capture, and ensure that slave collars are fitted," Zalthraxis ordered with a cold authority, his voice cutting through the night air. "Prioritize capturing children first, separating them from the adults among the subjects." The soldiers, trained for such operations, swiftly dispersed into the shadows, executing their orders with ruthless efficiency. The air crackled with tension as the mission unfolded, each movement a step closer to asserting control over the village and quelling any resistance to the king's vision. "The rest of you are to, follow me," Zalthraxis commanded, leading the company of soldiers towards the heart of the village. Their approach didn't go unnoticed, as weary eyes from the villagers watched with a mixture of fear and curiosity. Some hurried indoors, while others cautiously edged closer, drawn by the spectacle unfolding before them.

Zalthraxis's gaze swept over the gathering crowd with a chilling intent, his voice carrying across the tense atmosphere. "Greetings, I'm sure you're all curious about our presence here." He raised a clawed hand, two fingers extended. "Allow me to provide two simple answers. Firstly, known traitors to the king have been traced to this very place." One finger lowered, emphasizing his point. "And secondly, intelligence suggests that this village serves as a frequent base for rebels intent on overthrowing the king."

A pause hung heavy in the air, Zalthraxis's hand curling into a tight fist. "In light of these revelations, you are faced with a choice: submit or suffer the consequences." With a quick motion, he donned a gas mask, a symbol of the impending chaos, and signaled for his soldiers to commence their assault.

Moments after the canisters of magically enhanced green dragon breath were unleashed upon the unsuspecting crowds and the narrow streets of the village, a cacophony of terror erupted. The air filled with anguished screams as soldiers moved with ruthless precision, either cutting down those who tried to flee or dragging them away as prisoners. The resistance, however, was fierce. Some, driven by desperation or sheer will, fought back against the onslaught. They attempted to overpower Zalthraxis's soldiers, using whatever makeshift weapons they could find to snatch the precious gas masks from their foes.

Beneath his mask, Zalthraxis's lips curled into a cold smile as chaos unfolded around him. He relished the chaos, savoring every moment of the brutality that ensued. With a fluid motion, he unsheathed his sword, the blade gleaming in the dim light as he lunged at a demi-human who had just taken the life of one of his soldiers. In one swift stroke, he cleaved the assailant in half, his expression portraying a savage satisfaction.

For the next harrowing thirty minutes, the village became a symphony of suffering and despair. The agonized cries of the wounded mingled with the crackling of flames, devouring houses caught in the crossfire of magical blasts and fire bombs. The once serene streets now bore witness to a nightmarish scene akin to the hells, a testament to Zalthraxis's unwavering resolve and the merciless efficiency of his forces.

As silence slowly descended upon the ravaged village, Zalthraxis's soldiers swiftly shifted gears, their focus now on eliminating any remaining survivors and scouring the area for valuable items. The aftermath was a haunting tableau of destruction and despair, with smoldering ruins and scattered remnants of once vibrant lives bearing witness to the brutality that had unfolded.

Survivors, if any, were dealt with efficiently, either through execution or capture. The prisoners, a grim reminder of the night's horrors, were herded into the Helius, their eyes reflecting a mixture of fear, defiance, and resignation. The air hung heavy with the weight of loss and devastation as the aircraft's engines roared to life, ready to depart into the night shrouded in darkness and secrecy.

The Helius then ascended, leaving behind a village forever altered by the violence and oppression, an eerie calm settled over the scene. The night air whispered secrets of the atrocities witnessed, yet the world outside remained oblivious to the tragedy that had unfolded under the cloak of darkness. The cycle of power and control continued, unyielding and relentless, as if the events of that fateful night were nothing more than a fleeting nightmare forgotten by the morning light.

Avalia

Mari & Aerilyn

Time: Evening
Location: Camp made outside Roshmi

_{Mentions @FunnyGuy @ShiningSector @Apex Sunburn}

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Hours later…

Aerilyn scowled at Thraash picking a rock from beside her tossing it at the dragonborn “STOP THAT RIGHT NOW YOU BIG DUMB LIZARD!” She got up and put her hands on her hips to glare at Thraash and even looked as if she was going to say more, but then she heard the demanding sound of the warforged speaking. Aerilyn looked over to find Five picking up Mari by her shirt.

“Holy fuck! Y’all need to settle down! No manhandling my dinner guests, Five!”

“Whoa!” Mari had exclaimed as she was raised in the air. The light elf had glanced down to admire the height she was hanging as, wiggling her feet with mild interest. Then, she raised her gaze to look into the three eyes boring into her. “Uh. Right. Yes. I heard this Scathael guy is good at fixing things and I think he can work on your pretty robot arm and get it back in order. Oh! And I also know where to find him. Once we’re all done eating, I can totally lead you there if you promise to be a good boy, mister bossy robot pants.”

Avalia

Darius by@FunnyGuy and Dante by @Alivefalling

Time: Evening
Location: Gaurav Village
Interactions:
Equipment: 2 shot glasses, 1036 Amas total, Flowers from Phia, Dante’s cellphone, and Dante’s knife

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After eating a long breakfast with the fairies, Darius made sure to give a somewhat good first impression while ensuring the tone of the outing was light and whimsical. The group had just battled a massive creature that required both Dante and Menzai the need for medical attention. He felt the need to escape his feelings of guilt and inadequacy with humor and the taste of good food. He wasn’t sure if his jokes landed with Viola but he damn sure tried to make sure they did.

After the meal, Darius decided to mingle with some of the Gaurav villagers while also giving a few of them reassurance about the two newcomers while telling the tale of the battle against the mighty Roc in the most embellishing way possible.

In time, he and Phia went to check up on Dante. When the topic of seeing Menzai came up, Darius declined by telling her that he wanted to stay with his brother. In fact, Darius didn't wish to see Menzai. Not now. He actually left promptly after Phia did once he determined Dante had been awake since drinking the potions given to him. Darius snuck away just outside of the village’s perimeter where he and Dante had created a makeshift gym. Burning a few hours of the day, Darius eventually made his way back to Dante who had spent most of the day resting.

Their living space wasn’t much to brag about. It was bare but made tidy by both brothers. It didn’t contain any fancy trinkets or decorations and just what was given by the Gaurav people.

“You ready?”

“You ready?” Dante said in unison with his brother. “Wait, what the fuck are you talking about?” Dante was visibly confused which only made Darius chuckle.

“Our armor is ready, I think. Our wolf friends hooked us up with a reward for killing the giant bird. Wanna go check?”
“Well shit let’s go. I was gonna ask are you ready to train.” Dante replied as he got up from the bed and rushed over to the door. “Wait where are we going for the armor?” He paused as he grasped the handle on the door. Darius was right behind him placing a forward guiding hand on his shoulder.

“I think our stuff should be at the big hut where all the old dogs go to talk about important shit. I was thinking we could walk in and walk out. No biggie. And then, we can train in ‘em.” Darius tapped his temple a few times with his index finger. “Smart, huh?” He said as the two made their way out the door.

“So what happened? Like during the fight.” Dante turned the conversation as the two traveled to their destination.

“Uh… Well…” Darius raised an eyebrow as he tried to think of the best way to answer Dante. Besides his grand tales of what happened, the actual battle against the roc was still a sore subject. “Well, after Menzai… y’know. You… You broke or something. Lost it. I should have tried to choke you out but you managed to kill the roc with stuff I didn’t know you or I could do.” Darius shook his head. “You alright? I mean, in the head.”

The thought of resting the whole day had been racking Dante’s brain for hours as he had tried to recall the situation which seemed lost and forgotten. “Honestly bro, I don’t remember anything. I have been trying almost the whole day.”

“Anything?! What’s the last thing you remember then?” Darius was quite perplexed

Avalia

Mari & Aerilyn

Time: Evening
Location: Camp made outside Roshmi

_{Mentions @FunnyGuy @ShiningSector @Apex Sunburn}

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After the group had agreed to work together, they had been very quickly kicked out of the Nest and pursued by patrons who were angry to say the least about all the chaos that had occurred. Fortunately, Aerilyn knew a spot out of Roshmi that they could safely make camp in to discuss. There, she explained more information on her bounty.

Aerilyn had told the crew that there was group of goblins numbering over twenty, and that they were being led by a Manticore. The goblins were thus much more deadly than usual and were more organized in their combat and strategy tactics. She had also explained in detail the slaughter of her old party warning the crew that this would not be something they could rush into. Unbeknownst to all but Aerilyn, the goblins were withholding a horde of wealth beyond their dreams as well as her old party’s loot, and she was hoping the group would help her retrieve it with some planning.

Unfortunately, as the day progressed, FIVE's arm succumbed to the damage it had sustained, necessitating a detour for the group to seek someone proficient enough for repairs. As dusk painted the sky with the rising moons, Mari hurried into the camp.

Aerilyn had arranged a comfortable camp for the group. A travel shelter provided cover, and she had secured some food. The enticing aroma of a tasty stew filled the air as a pot simmered atop a portable fira.

The rabbit demihuman hummed as she put the finishing herbs into the stew. She took a small spoon dipping it into the juicy liquid before blowing on it to cool it down. As the liquid touched her taste buds her ears perked up with excitement, “Darn that’s good!” She said aloud gleefully, “Hey y’all dinners ready!” she said to the crew sitting by the campfire.

“Oh FIVE I don’t know what ya eat but I got oil if that toots your fancy.” She said laughing. Aerilyn grabbed herself a bowl and then moved to sit by the campfire on a log. Her attention turned to the blonde elf running into the camp.

“Guysss! Guess what! “ Mari jogged over, her voice breaking through the sound of crickets chirping. “Totally caught word of someone who can help Five. Apparently their name is Scathael and they-” She broke off and her gaze narrowed. Her eyes slowly slid to the pot and locked on her target. After a big whiff of the air, Mari asked with an unusual intensity, “Is that some sort of meat stew?

“Why yes it is! We got six types of meat in that stew. We got beef, we got chicken, we got burstag…” Aerilyn started to reply but it became clear Mari wasn’t listening and somehow already kneeling by the pot.

She lifted her the lid as she licked her lips, her eyes wide.

Aerilyn glared towards Mari who was now just reaching into the pot with the ladle about to eat from the pot. “MARI NO! You grab a bowl and come sit down!”

“Oh fuck off! What are you, my mom!?” Mari retorted and met her glare with one of her own. Though after a moment, she averted her gaze and grumbled a few curses under her breath. With a touch of aggression, she grabbed a bowl and served herself some stew before settling down

““When you cook the meal you can talk back.” Aerilyn giggled and stuck her tongue out with a wink towards Mari.

Avalia

Aerilyn Nalani

Time: Late Morning
Location: The Nest, Roshmi
Interactions: Mari @princess, Thrash @funnyguy
Current Equipment:

Great Hammer with Shockwave enchantment

, mithril breastplate with Deflection enchantment, Strength enchantment gloves, adventuring clothes, large survival backpack, two large red potions, three pink potions, two black potions, cooking pot, portable fira, teeth cleanser, body cleanser, time teller, darksight glasses, travel shelter, portable bed, small pillow, lantern, flask, rope, wayfinder, fire starter kit.

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Aerilyn perked up, her ears twitching in response to the conversation between the Warforged and the Elven girl. "Three? Make that four," she chimed in, her voice tinged with concern. "You're going to need a guide to their camp, and it's not just a manticore, oddly enough. That creature has goblins working under him." Her expression darkened as she brought up the situation, as it had been only days since her party had been killed by the same menace they were now contemplating going after.

She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "So, are you in mister?" Aerilyn asked, a hint of determination in her eyes while displaying a large smile. "I can provide a more detailed briefing once we've sorted out this mess here." She gestured toward the Warforged, inviting them to join their cause.

Avalia

Giant Spiders

Time: Morning
Location: River Port
Interactions: Kenia @Tae, Malachi @princess, Zion @helo, Jun @JJ Doe

The spider, which had descended upon Zion, recoiled in agony under the relentless onslaught. An arrows pierced its chitinous hide, infused with the radiant power of light magic. The arachnid monstrosity hissed and screeched, its venomous fangs gnashing in pain, its multiple eyes blinded by the searing brilliance.
Overwhelmed by the ferocity of the attack, the spider convulsed and writhed violently, its enormous form contorting in agony. But the relentless barrage with various slashes persisted, until the creature finally succumbed, its once menacing presence now reduced to a lifeless, twisted mass.

As the events unfolded high above in the canopy of trees, the second spider narrowly missed ensnaring the child in its web. Instead, it cunningly altered its course, redirecting its trajectory towards Zion and deftly latching onto his back. Safely concealed amidst the leafy branches, the spider initiated a subtle tug, drawing the lion demi-human closer into the labyrinth of the forest canopy, all while the other intruders remained transfixed by the now lifeless body of its fallen companion.

Avalia

Aerilyn Nalani

Time: Late Morning
Location: The Nest, Roshmi
Interactions: Mari @princess, Thrash @funnyguy
Current Equipment:

Great Hammer with Shockwave enchantment

, mithril breastplate with Deflection enchantment, Strength enchantment gloves, adventuring clothes, large survival backpack, two large red potions, three pink potions, two black potions, cooking pot, portable fira, teeth cleanser, body cleanser, time teller, darksight glasses, travel shelter, portable bed, small pillow, lantern, flask, rope, wayfinder, fire starter kit.

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Aerilyn found herself entranced in the chaos of battle. As her warhammer clashed against the Warforged's sword, she was taken aback by the mechanical precision of her adversary. However, her astonishment was short-lived.

In a heart-stopping moment, Aerilyn watched as a searing-hot hand descended toward her. Panic gripped her, but just as the fiery appendage was about to make contact, a radiant barrier of energy materialized around her form, shielding her from harm. Thinking on her feet, Aerilyn swiftly ducked beneath the Warforged's follow-up attack, feeling the heat emanating from the enemy's hand. In an instant, she dashed forward, slipping out of the Warforged's reach, her senses sharpened by the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Aerilyn stopped once she was far enough away and allowed the Light Elf to continue speaking and the warforged to answer.

Avalia

Giant Spiders

Time: Morning
Location: River Port
Interactions: Kenia @Tae, Malachi @princess

Two giant spiders silently observed the three humanoids from their concealed perches amidst the dense treetops. The intruders had foolishly chosen to pilfer their prey, and the arachnids prepared for a well-orchestrated ambush. They stealthily maneuvered through the branches, closing in to encircle their unwitting victims.

When the moment was right, the foremost spider, positioned directly in front of the trio, descended from the trees, its body gracefully lowering on a glistening thread of silk. As it touched the ground, the spider swiftly retracted, raising its glistening fangs and unleashing a vicious torrent of corrosive venom in a calculated assault.

Meanwhile, the second spider, lurking behind the trio, refrained from descending but instead shot a precision-crafted web toward the child among them. Its intent was clear: to ensnare the young one and hoist him skyward into the branches, further entangling their prey in a deadly web.

Avalia

Aerilyn Nalani

Time: Late Morning
Location: The Nest, Roshmi
Interactions: Mari @princess, Thrash @funnyguy, Scathael @Apex Sunburn, FIVE @ShiningSector
Current Equipment:

Great Hammer with Shockwave enchantment

, mithril breastplate with Deflection enchantment, Strength enchantment gloves, adventuring clothes, large survival backpack, two large red potions, three pink potions, two black potions, cooking pot, portable fira, teeth cleanser, body cleanser, time teller, darksight glasses, travel shelter, portable bed, small pillow, lantern, flask, rope, wayfinder, fire starter kit.

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Aerilyn stood silently, smiling as the now subtly enraged Dragonborn and Light Elf said their piece and stood up on their feet. She was preparing to respond when her ears detected an ominous buzzing, a sound that heralded chaos. Before she could react, a deafening explosion rocked the bar, sending shards of the splintered door flying in all directions. Instinct took over as Aerilyn's initial plan to evade whatever impending threat had burst through the entrance was abruptly discarded as the Light Elf lunged towards her, throwing them both out of the way.

Aerilyn found herself under the Light Elf who had unhesitatingly thrown herself into harm's way to shield her. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment. "Thanks, baby girl," she quipped, a mischievous wink punctuating her gratitude. But there was no time for further banter. Aerilyn swiftly pushed her new possible business partner to safety, her eyes now locked on the ominous figure that had intruded upon their meeting.

“Well... Do you know what I do when I have a problem with someone? I just get rid of them. Simple as that! No person. Nooo problem. Easy." A quote she had heard from an old friend came to her mind as it always had when any situation with another person arose. A solid reminder that the best solution is one that completely removes any issues.

Aerilyn retrieved her hammer, the weight of it settling reassuringly in her grip. Without missing a beat, she braced her legs and let loose as she lunged forward, her powerful legs giving her a boost of forward momentum. She drove her hammer in a sweeping arc toward the mysterious assailant, determined to defend herself and the two willing to help her kill the bounty. The air whistled with the force of her swing as it hurtled toward their uninvited guest; the shockwave from the hit would be enough to at least cause some issue.

Avalia

Darius by@FunnyGuy and Dante by @Alivefalling

Time: Morning
Location: Gaurav Village
Interactions: Menzai @samreaper, Cyrus @Helo, Ophelia @princess and Viola [13org]
Equipment: 2 shot glasses, 1036 Amas total, Flowers from Phia, Dante’s cellphone, and Dante’s knife

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“Cyrus and Viola.” Darius said as he committed the names to memory. They were strangers as of now but he could see how different they were from each other. Cyrus had a warm temperament, while Viola was starkly cold. Despite their differences, both were polite enough and both had fought alongside them.

When the offer was made by Cyrus to assist in carrying Dante, Darius couldn't help but be instinctively reluctant. I was more so pride than trust that kept him from accepting the assistance. Dante was all Darius had in this strange place. In this strange world. It was simply not an easy thing for him to have someone else, especially a stranger support him when he was at his lowest. Part of him felt that the responsibility rested with himself, while the other wanted to accept Cyrus's generosity.

“He is kinda heavy.” Darius admitted, a smile finally breaking through as he stopped so Cyrus could share the load. “Thanks,” Darius said as he gave Cyrus a nod. It was going to be a long walk, so the young man figured he could pass the time with some conversation. Cyrus and Viola were new faces after all.

“So you two are fairies like Phia, right? Where did you two even come from?” His questions were birthed from his curiosity, revealing just how much he didn't know about the two he now trekked the forest with. They had the same features as Phia, yet their magic seemed mildly different from hers. Thorny vines and the bark of trees was not something the young local healer had displayed in the days he'd known her.

Dante hadn't done much other than listen in to the three converse around him. He took note of their names, but as far as he was concerned, most of the questions he would even care to ask at the moment would come from his brother. Dante had gladly welcomed the help from Cyrus holding him up on his other side. He took full advantage of the aid, resting into those carrying him, saving what energy he could from what Dante had left.