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Current Some of the damn quotes from old 80's animation is damn gold. If english isn't gonna cut it, just swap to ones native language and you have yourself some good comedy. Unlike hollywood post year 2000
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Elthrael Vol'Kerno


The encampment

Interacting with: Yakeru


The remaining core of the apple had been tossed away, and now that the fairy had his food he decided it was right about time to inspect the encampment. None had seemingly seen nor heard his arrival, either that or they paid it no mind. He rose to his feet on the branch he moments earlier had sat upon, before throwing his cloak away, letting it be carried away by the wind. His dark mothlike wings spread out slightly, showing the orange pattern on the inside of them, depicting large scary eyes.

Then the fae set off into flight towards the encampment, allowing the night sky to conceal him as best as it could, and as he got closer he waited for one of the men on guard to turn around on his patrol before sliding past him. The flames in the lit torches flickering as he did, causing the man he just passed to turn around, and see that there was none there. Elthrael quickly folded his wings, and then made his way past several tents and people who were overly noisy for his tastes. The darkwinged fae finally laid his eyes on a suitable target, a young human male by the looks of it.

'Humans hm? I cannot help but think I am not at home no more. Ahh, but where am I? Time shall tell no doubt. Or at least this one might just do that...' He thought as he quietly stepped forth from behind a tent, approaching Yakeru with soft steps.

"My my, If I am not mistaken that does sound like the winds of war.." The fae chuckled as he stepped into the more lit area of the encampment, his golden eyes becoming more flamelike the closer to the light he came, his mothlike wings folded but clearly visible. His horns protruding from his forehead much as his cornerteeth would be clearly visible in his smile. The wind picking up stray locks of his long white hair, a single hand resting at his waist.

"Yet one cannot help but wonder, against whom or what? For what purpose?" Elthrael said in a musing manner, a smirk crawling up on his lips as his eyes scanned the young man from top to toe.

"Ah... but allow me to introduce myself, I am Elthrael Vol'Kerno. A fairy, but not the one that is after your teeth. I have enough of my own as you can see..." The fae grinned while tilting his head slightly to the side, sliding a finger along his own cheek.

"Whom might you be then? An upcoming star upon the vast skies?" The fae asked, whilst his eyes scanned the surrounding area, his eyes being on almost as high alert as his ears.

Pretty much wrote an introduction post with some effects to it which may be seen/heard from a distance in case people want to check it out or react to it. Otherwise expect to see him approach :)
Elthrael Vol'Kerno


Outside the refugee camp



A dark blue portal began to manifest itself upon the starry night sky, slight bolts of magical lightning flickering before fiercely slamming into a hill just outside the refugee encampment. The flashing light of a bolt in the distance, and the rumbling across the skies akin to thunder. Then there was silence as the portal began to spin and twist as a lone shrouded figure began to fall through it, not at high speed but in a soft almost featherlike fall towards the ground below. The landing was soft, as the figures boots hit the solid earth of the top of the hill, having fallen a distance of a three-story high building, yet the hill itself was like a two story building by it's own. The portal didn't stop to spin or twist, smaller crackles of lightingsparks surrounding it before the portal seemed to devour itself, until it finally vanished altogether as quickly as it had come.

The darkhooded and cloaked figure which now found himself standing on the hill allowed his eyes to open to meet the sight of a new world, the golden orbs gazed at the surrounding area and the dark skies. Yet amidst all the darkness there was fire in the night. Campfires. Lit by those who sought refuge from the cold or other things no doubt. The hooded figure allowed himself a slight smirk as he raised his both hands as if to feel if they were still there. Much to his pleasure they were.

"Oh? My my... what have we here then? The moon is very red tonight..." The man said to himself as he stood there watching his surroundings which were most unfamiliar, as if he had been thrown into another world or something akin. It was the wind itself which first answered him, blowing against him, causing his cloak and hood to flicker in the wind. Strands of his long white hair soon following it. In the distance he could see shadows moving, close to the fires that was lighting up the dark. As if indeed they were beacons meant to draw attention to themselves.

The fairy's wings flickered momentarily just a slight bit as they were nicely tucked under the cloak, the man himself held out his left hand with the palm facing up towards the sky, then allowed his magic to flow through him channeling it. It felt as it had done so many times before, in a place other than here, to a time other than now. A lone vine began to form from the magic itself, sliding down and digging itself into the top of the hill, then the fairy took a few steps back while still allowing his magic to flow. It didn't take him long until the vine began to change and become bigger and branch out until it finally took upon the shape of a tree. And as soon as it had grown fully, the fairy cut his magic off and flapped his mothlike wings up to the highest stable branch of the tree and sat down there. It provided a little more of an advantage point than the hill, but it also felt more homely and he prefered to sit down whilst eating. He used his magic to form a red apple in his left hand and took a bite out of it, expecting it to taste different from before. Yet it was as sweet and juicy as it had always been, that very thing was even sweeter to him than the taste itself.

'Red the colour of love, passion, revenge and blood. How fittingly it clads so many, and how sweet it taste to those which seek it. Yet the sweetest of things can be oh so very poisonous...' He mused in his own head, as another smirk formed on his lips. His eyes gazing at the area in which he found himself. 'Soon there will no doubt be some meet and greet to do. Let see what greeting gifts can be arranged...' He thought in an amused manner.




Come forth, there's still rooms left on the map!


Galdin Frayheart


Galdin shrugged his shoulders slightly, as he approached Xing. "I see. Well then lead the way." He offered his arm, while looking to the younger girl momentarily before his eyes wandered off into the distance. He didn't know where the commoner market were, neither did he know of any culinary masters. Though perhaps the market would hold something interesting, perhaps something which could help cure boredom in those particular days it would show itself before him. At least it couldn't be more dull than watching paint dry, or watching the grass grow.
@Dark Cloud Sure, I won't be able to post until like 11 hours from now though.
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