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Well you're up (I'll allow you some freedom concerning characters of mine.)

And you know how much I love this rp, I still have stuff planned so I hope you haven't grown tired of me yet.
Tyrhallan dashed forward the red and white blur back on the attack again as Ravros too now went on the offensive to counter him before he could build up his speed. Swords clashed violently and Ravros managed to force his ki into the blow to throw Tyrhallan off.
Tyrhallan however this time wasn’t as willing to play along, he allowed Ravros to cast him off only to activate the boosters in his armour to launch him back twice as hard, forcing Ravros on the defensive. The flurry of cuts that danced before his eyes were meant to distract and dazzle him, one wrong move and he would be unable to avoid the killing blow.
The boy was good…
Whether by sheer skill or stupid luck Ravros managed to tilt his head out of the way feeling the wind rush past his face and hearing the soft zing in the air as the cold steel sang mere hairs away from his face and neck.
He spun his leg around attempting to kick Tyrhallan to the ground but was met by Tyrhallan’s own ki infused countering his kick just as hard, having anticipated the move.
Swords kept clashing further as Ravros felt his strength waning, sapped away by the wound on his arm. If untreated he would end up bleeding to death and he did not fancy that particular end.
From the side Uilles stood there, his legs trembling and his breathing heavy and exhausted. His eyesight started to blur and he knew that he would be in no position to help Tyrhallan anymore, though the boy currently did fine on his own. The blow Uilles had dealt him had tipped the scales into their favour, it was simply a matter of time now…
He turned his eyes back to the city before them.
The battle however was a minor victory in comparison to the siege of Olysium. His eyes flitted to the remnants of the once mighty walls and castle. It lay in ruins now, smoke and dust rose from the city and the roar of fire and screams echoed through the air. He hoped they all had made it out…he would be of no help to them now. It was over… The capital had fallen, their forces were crushed. Only rebellion awaited them.
That such a dark day would be his to experience…
He closed his eyes in pain, both physical and emotionally drained from all of it.
Exhausted his limbs gave way, his breathing slowed to a halt and the mighty general fell as Fate bringer was released again clattering to the floor.
Tyrhallan in the thrall of battle had not yet noticed pushing even harder and striking even faster in an attempt to bring Ravros down and end this once and for all.
It wasn’t until he effectively disarmed him, spinning underneath the man’s arm and stepping in to capture the sword, literally snatching the blade from a bewildered Ravros, who cursed aloud in anger.
Tyrhallan smirked a cunning smile before his eyes fell upon a figure lying on the ground, catching sight of him as he had but glanced over Ravros’s shoulder.
"Uncle..."
Disbelief boggled the Knight Captain catching him unaware, a moment Ravros used to try and get hold of his weapon again, causing a struggle between the two.
I hope your holding on cause it's going to be double the trouble. ;P
The two sisters overlooked the chaos and madness of the battlefield. Scylla sighed in dismay at the mess they were forced in.
“Of all the people in the world I think I ‘hate’ her the most.” She grumbled to her sister who snorted at it.
“Only because she proved a difficult catch and the fact that she stands in the way of ‘our freedom’. I remember not too long ago you and I both agreed she is a necessary evil regardless of the events that will unfold.”
“You so easily say such things sister, but you forget that I have to do all the heavy lifting here.” Another sigh followed.
“Whatever your feelings were for him let it go. You of all people should know not to form attachments, he took advantage of you it was as simple as that and like all those who went before him he too will get his comeuppance.”
Scylla remained silent glaring at her sister before relenting.
“You’re right. You’re always right.” Her eyes scanned over the many peoples fighting and dying.
“You’d think they’d be easy to spot…” Scylla grumbled before a red flash pulled her immediate attention. The silvery hair...it was a Venray! And that meant that the girl would be nearby too…” Her eyes searched the surrounding area before stifling a cry of joy.
There they were, the human torch and their slippery little target.
Perhaps things would finally go according to plan after all.
She sighed in contentment making her sister aware of her find by staring ahead at it smirking madly.
Her sister noticed soon enough.
“So that is her? She is somehow smaller then I imagined her…and the man with her would be that fire-mage you warned me about. Well, it seems they are headed for that frigate.” A silence fell as she clearly noticed the others closing in.
“This changes things…they…are still alive…”
Scylla turned to her sister curiously.
“Vilca, what do you mean?”
The sister turned and pointed out the young blonde knight and the young man not too far behind her. “I saw them die in the blast… as well as the two other knights currently fighting…” She said pointing at the individuals.
“They’re not supposed to be alive…”
“Maybe your visions were wrong.” Scylla commented with a slight tease.
“Sister! This is no laughing matter! This means that things have changed…something has happened that has influenced all of this." Vilca started pondering trying to visualize the visions she had seen. She had been quite certain...
"Maybe the Great Mother finally took pity on her poor creations...and decided to lend a hand." Scylla blasphemed earning her a glare from her sister, but who remained quiet for the moment.
Rolling her eyes Scylla then turned to the next obvious conclusion.
“Do you think it is the fault of Tourmaline? That he’s overcome her soul and taken over?”
“I don’t know, but it is most troubling indeed. If he has then it might spell trouble for us...the man after all had been able to outmanuever the Tahjai and aside from them no one really knew what he was up to."
"Didn't your scrying give you any answers on the matter?"
Vilca shook her head slightly, making the veil move. "Just because I can see visions doesn't mean I see them in the correct order or even related to one another. It is like being fed images. In order to understand them you must be able to connect them to certain events. Even the slightest of changes and make the greatest of difference and visions don't always come true...as people are able to change on a whim...
Regardless, we must focus on the girl. Her capture now is of the utmost importance.”
Her sister's voice had an edge of ...desperation? to it.
It gave Scylla pause and caused a slight shiver to run accross her back.
“What do you suggest we do?”
“I suggest we go in and snatch her at the most opportune moment. They clearly seem intend to aid one another…so let them…let them have their little victory, it will put them at ease and will be short lived when we swoop in and snatch her. Get in and get out. That’s all we really have to do here.” There the determination was back again...maybe she had imagined it.
Scylla nodded, as she looked at the figures not able to suppress the sting of concern for one of them in particular. If he was supposed to have died...would that mean that it still was possible?
Champion.

Name: Neneha Draghai

Gender: Female

Race: Elven specifically Lunaris

Age: 356 years old

Physical appearance: Fair, Tall and Mysterious are words that spring to mind when you first look upon her.
Her skin holds a soft charcoal tone whilst her striking luminous eyes holds an air of mystery as her eyes shift colour with her mood.
Standing at a tall 6 feet and 2 inches, she is the equivalent of a dark skinned Valkyrie.
Her soft luscious locks of silvery hair seem to hold a soft pale blue sheen when she steps into the range of any particular light source.
Whilst normally hard to read, her eyes tend grab your attention and her lips hold the promise of a smile or secret shared just between the two of you.
She usually sticks to her softer and suppler dark clothes; leathers, woolen cloaks and satins that hold soft shades of black, grey and purple.
The one exception her ceremonial robes. Those are the palest of blues, stitched with silver and grey and were intended for her bonding, now she reserves them for when she dies.

History:
Born to loving parents of a relative low caste it was her duty to set the right example and carve a path for her younger sister to follow.
The Elves of Setareh had stuck to the older laws of class and caste. One would be selected and placed by the High Priests of Ulva the representatives for the Gods in particular the WolvenGoddess Naknaune also known as the Mother of All.
After being blessed by the High Priests of Ulva, the hunt for a husband to be bonded with began. They would choose and set up suitable partners looking for the best possible matches and often made sure there would always be new blood added to the matches.
In her case her parents had been informed of a suitable match in the capital, which meant that she would have to leave the village and travel to there, starting her new life with her inlaws if the spark was there.
In Neneha’s case her skills and talents had impressed the Priests and her prayer for a blessed bonding had been a favourable one. She would rise in caste as she would join the other family and leave hers. A ‘Cresent Blade’ would marry the daughter of Herbalist…quite a leap indeed.
She was days away from being bonded with her future husband, when disaster struck and her special day sadly would never arrive.
He was called in to fight against the Darkness and despite her pleas to join him he ordered her to take care of his family whilst he was gone.
But things went sour, where they all believed this thing would be easily beaten back they were surprised when at daybreak a mere day later they watched the horror set upon them.
What had happened to the braves was a question that would soon be answered, as mindless son and father set upon their own families. Those that fell into the grip of the darkness turned terrifyingly quick. Mothers would drag younglings in so they too could join the endless horde.
The screams were terrifying and Illithea (capital) would forever be silenced as the Darkness drained all the life out of it.
Neneha had attempted flee from the scene with her new family, but had to watch in horror how the darkness swallowed them one by one, only to be tempted the same way by the man she would have bonded with.
She had been quite willing to throw herself into his embrace. To have it all end and her death come swiftly had it not been for the worry of her younger sister and her parents.
Thus she ran, bringing those down to clear her path with her own magic and ran towards her village. There she was met with disbelief at first, but thanks to her word of warning the Lunaris now could try to send their loved ones away first, whilst trying to combat the insanity that marched upon them.
Neneha wanting vengeance for the loss of husband and his family turned into a scout and Shadowweaver, a mage adept with shadow magic.

Equipment: A heavy duty bow, with mostly regular arrows, but also some explosive and poisonous arrows.
She wears mainly leathers and warm clothing.

Abilities: Neneha is an excellent shot, her hand eye coordination is terrifyingly accurate, having spent years training her archery skills out of enjoyment, now it was driven to perfection her arrows meant to cover her escape or to strike from a sniper’s position.
She has learned to survive and make do with the cold and barren conditions the darkness leaves in its wake.

Magically: She is a Nightfury, a mage adept with shadow magic, a pact she made when she watched her husband come at her with the intent of killing her.
As she felt herself dying, luck would have it, a Shadow stalker was watching her.
It offered her a way out, it would give her the power and a chance to live if she would make a pact with it.
Parasitical in nature, the Shadow stalker would bind itself to her and be her protector and source for her magic. In return she would allow it to devour the years of her life in compensation and when all of her life was spend it would take her soul, her Fea.
It grants her greater range and allows her to ‘disappear in the shadows’ one of her favourite moves are what she calls the fangs of Naknaune, in which she envelops her enemy with her own shadows and uses them to strangle them.

Regiment.

Title: The Nightfuries

Number: 88

Specialization: Nightfuries are the scouts and snipers of other forces, when they are forced to fight they use a tactic called ‘snaring the hare’ by means of attempting to lure or force an enemy towards a path of their choosing.
They are fast, stealthy and have deadly aim and reflexes. Most prefer ranged weapons or ranged attacks, rotating in an attempt to confuse the enemy even further.

Description: Whilst mostly comprised of Lunaris elves they are accepting of others amongst their ranks, though those that join as ‘fresh’ recruits get tested rigorously and it is not uncommon to see them hold archery competitions in order to prove their mettle.

History: They helped guide those that fled to safer paths, whilst they would distract and sidetrack the enemy. They’re a relatively newly formed group made up of survivors and particularly those who are out for blood and vengeance.
They use old stealth tactics and funneling their enemy, picking them apart as best they can without having to face them directly. They use their terrain to their advantage and are known for their unwavering patience to lure the enemy exactly where they want it.

Country: Neneha comes from one of the Elven kingdoms from the mainland.
She hails from Setareh.
Setareh was a relatively small kingdom mainly governed by a High King and blessed with the guidance of his druidic priests.
The stronghold and capital was called Illithea meaning Bright One or Shining One.
Set upon the lower heights of the Karage Mountains, it overlooks the area and was easily distinguishable with its pale walls and blue tiled roofs.
Placement on the map: Below the second river if you start at the upper Righthand corner and move down along the coastline, Setareh was the most Northern of the Elven Kingdoms.
It was known for its healing baths and crystals, with their moon magic and druidic knowledge. In trade they mostly were known for their crystals, phosphorous moss and mushrooms, leathers and furs. Living in the mountains and surrounded by old forests they were often a destination for those who sought medical healing.
It was the smallest of the three Lunaris kingdoms, this was due to the fact that back in the olden days they were the travelling sort similar to our gypsies, wandering without a fixed settlement to call home.
This all changed when the old High King lay dying and his three sons fought for the right of succession resulting in splitting up their people and establishing the three different kingdoms Setareh, Adhanda and Lowenfal fighting each other for a long time before the priests managed to force them to make peace and so better defend their people.

Meaning of names/ translated.

Neneha – Nightsky
Draghai - Serpent
Ulva – Name of the Elven Gods Pantheon
Naknaune – Name of the Wolven Goddess meaning Mother of All
Setareh – Vale of Stars
Adhanda – Ancient Tree
Lowenfal - Nethervalley
Karage Mothe – Crow Mountains
Illith-ea – Bright/Shiny-one
Fea – Soul/Spirit
Are you still accepting people?

Are the Solaris and Lunaris the name of the elven races or are we free to play around with it as well and it merely how they are named by those of other races?
Are we free to fiddle around with it as well or are we to adhere to the DND idea of High Elves and Dark Elves?

Are all the races separate or are there places where they live together?

And how much time has passed since the first sightings of the dark forces?
more to come...
Eilis opened her eyes trying to focus on the specific targets before them. Letting out a shuddering breath she tried to steady her heart and tried to reel in her fear.
This whole situation was madness, chaos and terror combined, a scene of ultimate horrific confusing where you simply charged into head first and prayed you would be either given a swift death or passed by by Death’s scythe today.
She cast a glance behind her at Arn who’s gaze had focused as she could feel the build up of Aether through the man.
The air crackled around his arms and hands, the energy gathering as it was called forth.
She shivered at the aura of sheer power that started the engulf the master mage.
Was she looking anything like that when she used her magic?
She couldn’t help but cast a glance at her hands and the fractured skin and the etched lines that had been carved into her.
Maybe one day she would understand why this curse was placed upon her, but for now they all needed to get out of this nightmare.
As her eyes focused on Tyrhallan again she took proper hold of the reins again.
Giving Arn a quick glance she said.
“You can’t fight if you have to do two things at the same time that are equally as taxing. I’ll guide Umbra, so you’ll be able to do whatever you have in mind.” She offered, before she sped the wyrm up, intending to join Arn’s friend, Tobi.

Ravros angrily roared in both pain and frustration, those two were more troublesome than he had first perceived. He always had known the old General, Uilles, had always been a stubborn, annoying and persistent pest, ever since he first met him. His son or nephew or whatever that hellspawn of his was proved to be equally trying.
Were it not for the fact that they had cut his arm off Ravros had actually imagined himself placing their heads on spikes to parade through the capital city, not only as a show of dominance and strength, but also to prove to all those that dared oppose the empire that their time was running out.
Now however…He wasn’t sure the outcome would be in his favour.
As he clenched his jaws shut he glared at the two of them.
The poison certainly had helped, but to have been crippled to such a degree facing such experienced swordfighters such as the Venrays? It was a death sentence waiting to happen.
Not even he would stand a chance… Ravros knew that all too well and it frustrated him beyond reason.
Where was his justice? Where was the Karmic retribution that was supposed to come? It seemed the Goddess played cruel tricks on him, giving him a flicker of hope before extinguishing the flame by dropping it in an ice cold bath.
So long as he kept trusting in Destiny and Fate, it would spit in his face and laugh at him, well he was done being laughed at.
It was time to settle the score and even if it meant he would die in the attempt.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t bring at least one of them down with him.
He eyed Tyrhallan who took his fighting stance once more, switching places with the old General.
The bastard was quick as lightning, he already had been a pain when he still had had both arms, but he hadn’t been undefeatable. In fact, he believed that it was perhaps even in his favour, considering the boy didn’t know him.
Saying a little prayer in the his mind he mirrored Tyrhallan’s fighting stance, it was said that it was the worst kind of pain one could inflict on a parent was it not?
I shit you not, I once swatted my husband *accidentally* cause he woke up me up in the wrong manner. In my case you sit down on the bed first so my mind can unconsciously register the pressure on the bed so I know someone's there and wake up, if you start hanging above my face and me sensing you and waking up with a dark shadow above my head I start flailing around...Let's just say it is at your own risk no matter how sweet the intent was.
And I nearly knocked myself out when I woke up smashing my head against the wall when my alarm went off...saw stars that particular morning.

So you can imagine what will happen if someone purposefully keeps me from my sleep.

Well I wanted to give you a chance to jump in. I am not running this show on my lonesome after all, plus what I might have in mind is not set into stone and I am always curious with what you come up with.
And very much like Tolkien I believe in that even the smallest person can change the course of the future, so Alexa and Toby wouldn't be hampering. After all, Uilles is currently on his last legs and Tyrhallan nearly got choked out, they'll need the extra help.
So they could swoop in in an attempt to safeguard Uilles or help Tyrhallan fight Ravros.

3/4 hours? Good god I would already have gone full metal jacket on their asses.
I need 8 hours to function properly and whilst I can do with less it seriously messes up my brain, coordination and body, especially if it happens multiple nights in a row.
And woe to the poor bastard that wakes me....

But no I didn't know that.
Shivers, the horror...I sympathise with you and will think of you during those weeks.
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