Cu Chulainn

Akasha Agency

Feel free to start without me. A bit slow on my end.

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Nethruel

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Despite remaining silent and stoic, Nethruel was indeed quite annoyed at the antics of his allies. The Tiefling's flashy displays of showmanship were quite cumbersome, and his loud and mocking shouts weren't any better. The Tortle's story as well, while full of heart, was needlessly gaudy. At this point, Neth was considering breaking his facade early on to voice his concern. That said, it wasn't like Nethruel was annoyed at his allies because he lacked any patience with anyone, or because he was easily irritated. Being from the Feywild, Neth was quite used to the annoying pranks and tricks of its denizens. Instead, he was more annoyed at the fact they were doing these theatrics out in the wild, where they could easily be ambushed.

If they were this loud while traveling in the Gloaming Court, the winter would not forgive them.

Such was the case now, seeing that they were ambushed soon after. Goblins... and clumsy ones at that. Nethruel almost sighed in relief that they didn't attract anything particularly dangerous. Seeing the savage-looking human and the annoyingly nosy half-elf engage the goblins with ease, Nethruel clicked his tongue as he raised his hand instinctively towards one of the goblins, whispering eldritch secrets in Sylvan. Arcane energies surge from his hand, a blast of forceful magic flying from his hand towards the goblin.

Perhaps it was a miscalculation. Of course, Nethruel had to take into account the two allies engaged onto the goblin. At the very least, no actual collateral would occur as the forceful energies instead fizzle into the ground.

Actions

Nethruel casts Eldritch Blast, missing with a roll of 11.

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@Dark Cloud I just woke up after a long night, sorry.

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I'd like to report a hate crime.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Malphas
Misty Temple

@Rune_Alchemist

Having watched the deer's passing intently, the cult leader interested in its struggles. Its drive to live as it tries to drag its hooves to safety, its eyes filled with primal fear. For those brief moments, Malphas could only think of one thing: How beautiful this sight would be if he had used this poison on a human. The crying from the woods caused the hairs from the back of Malphas's neck to stand at attention, but he hacked it up to the wind playing tricks on him.

The note that Soyala made about the poison was quite interesting, and Malphas only lamented in not bringing some sort of bottle to preserve the rest of the flower he had tested out. Perhaps he'll ask thar merchant to connect him to the places where he could obtain this faster-acting concoction. Malphas was always particularly drawn to poison, and how it corrupts and kills from within. Having not learned his lesson the first time regarding its dangers, Malphas could not help but want to pursue such a craft once more!

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"Pitiful..." Malphas sighed as he watched the exhausted deer finally give in. This was why animals didn't interest him as well. Their behaviors are sometimes too predictable, too basic... Nothing else interesting would come of it. "Finish the beast off, and lead the way to what was promised to us, Soyala." Malphas marched towards the direction of the temple, but not before firing one last arrow into the tree, to mark it for when he leaves. Hopefully this abode he is being lead to will at least have some sort of bottle or sack for him to place the flower into...

Enter: Into an Isekai World

I'll proclaim my interest now that I've got a concept in mind~

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Post up! I figured it'd be odd to tell everyone "hey, I'm a Warlock of this angry Archfey who wants to freeze the entire world because of his broken heart!" So Neth's hiding his patronage... for now.

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Nethruel

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Despite being assigned to guard this caravan, Nethruel seemed to be occupied with a book, instead. This wasn't completely true, however, as his sensitive ears twitched at the slightest of sounds. The Eladrin trailed about ten feet away from the cart, taking up the backline. Nethruel wasn't too worried about an ambush from behind. After all, he was aware of the hidden paths to and from the Feywild. Still, his control over this magic was still juvenile, so being this far back was only a necessary precaution to better position himself.

The book Nethruel was reading was a tome of lore regarding the Gloaming Court, his homeland. Interestingly, the book was obtained from a library on the Material Plane. It was imperative that Nethruel knew of his people's... reputation among the mortals during his time here. He was somewhat aware of the unpopular opinion many of the younger folk have about the Unseelie Fey, although it is for a very good reason. It was best to know more of these things from their perspective, as he was to serve as an emissary to the Prince of Frost

On the topic of his patron, Nethruel made sure to mask his allegiances whenever possible. Acting like he didn't speak Common was a start, but he also ensured that those of this caravan would know him as a Wizard, advertising his skills as such. Of course, a Wizard not "knowing" Common was an odd sight for sure, but at the very least, it seemed that a few of his companions also spoke Elvish.

Suffice to say, it was quite a surprise to Nethruel that the savage-looking Human spoke his kind's tongue. It was a shame too, he looked like one of the people in this caravan the Eladrin wanted to avoid speaking to if possible. While he looked quite different from the Elves attuned to the Material Plane, Nethruel still looked like an Elf, and it would be implausible for him to not understand Elvish. Such a thing was troubling, but so long as they keep their distance, it wasn't too much of a concern.

Hearing the Tortle's flute-playing filled Nethruel with a sense of nostalgia, being reminded of howling winds fluttering through the dead, leafless trees of his homeland. If anything, the Warlock was almost tempted to join the tortoise man in concert. It was a shame he was not Spring, or Autumn. Instead, Nethruel continued to focus on his book, keeping an ear out for any signs of danger.

Akasha Agency

Tried writing a pure Artsist but wasn't satisfied with the final product. Might do an Arts/Fighter hybrid, but with a focus on Arts, as I'm considering some sort of spiritual detective.

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Nethruel

Emissary to the Prince of Frost

Archfey Warlock - 1