dreamingflowers

Avalia

Time: Late morning
Location: Roshmi city
Interactions:@baraquiel @helo
Ambiance: Shopping street

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Once they were at a safe distance from the marketplace Regulus finally slowed his incredibly pace, followed suit by the short statured faun who was very relieved they stopped running. It gave him some time to catch his breath. He was hunched forward, hands on his knees and his chest heaving. Too winded to talk right away, Ilan instead focused on not passing out. The entire ordeal had taken a lot out of him. He wasn't used to so much chaos. It assaulted his tender senses.

Regulus lowered himself to Ilans level, steadying the young faun with both hands on his shoulders.
"Easy there.... we're safe for now" He spoke calmly. The centaur sounded like a completely different person when he wasn't raising his voice to cause a commotion. He took extra care to be gentle around Ilan. The poor kid had gone through enough for one morning. He looked around and was relieved to find they hadn't been followed. The archer continued to scan the area. Their original objective was to find humans.

Ilan felt good enough to stand up straight. He lifted his head to look up at Regulus.
"Thank you for helping me.."
He said gratefully.

Ilan noticed Regulus studying their surroundings. They were now in one of the many shopping districts of Roshmi. He felt vulnerable without his magical lyre. The faun was used to the familiar feeling of wood resting against his back. It wasn't heavy but he could sense something was missing. If something else would transpire he at least still had his slingshot and also Regulus to watch out for him. He looked at the bow and quiver of arrows on the back of the centaur. Hopefully he wouldn't be needing those anytime soon. It was difficult not to be on edge. Ilan had always been easily scared, this didn't do much to improve his disposition.

"I hope the others are safe too"
Ilan wondered aloud, still looking anywhere and everywhere for a potential attack. He noticed some people looking directly at them. He took a few steps back towards Regulus and tugged on the highest point he could reach, his sleeve, to get his attention.
"They are looking at us"
He said cautiously, in case they could hear him. Regulus however did the exact opposite of what Ilan thought he would do. Instead of sweeping them away he walked towards the strangers. Ilan was forced to go along with him, but he put on a brave face. They didn't look menacing in any way, not counting the weapons they carried on their backs.

"That's a fine piece of weaponry you have there" Regulus began, sounding pleasant despite his deep bass toned voice. He commented on the halberd the feline demi human had strapped onto his back. Ilan remained quiet until he got a nudge from Regulus.
"We look less suspicious if we blend into the crowd, talk to some friendly strangers"

The faun caught on quickly and composed himself, tapping into his innate politeness. His jade eyes wandered past each individual, careful not to stare for too long. There was two elves? One of them, or rather both of them looked odd in a way. One of the female elves was dressed in beautiful colored robes of elaborate design. She carried a parasol painted with cherry blossom flowers.
"That's very pretty."
Ilan commented, gesturing to Sakura's parasol.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Mia Young

》B a s i c s

Full name: Mia Young
Age: 20
Date of Birth: 17th of July 1999
Gender: Female
Where are you from?: Ember Grove

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5'2"
Weight: 115 pounds
Hair Color: Dark chocolate brown
Hair Length: Long with curtain bangs framing her face
Skin Color: Fair
Eye Color: Warm brown
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: tbd
Siblings' Status: Alive
Parents' Status: Deceased
Pets: (Name pending) A soft brown slightly reddish striped kitten, pictured above.
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 7
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 1

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
☪ Hazelnut chocolates
☪ Springtime
☪ Sunset colored roses

Dislikes:
☪ Anything with meat in it
☪ Practicing magic, and magic in general
☪ A messy room

Hobbies:
☪ Writing in her diary
☪ Yoga and running
☪ Going shopping

Skills:
☪ Basic first aid skills
☪ Great listener
☪ Flexible

》P e r s o n a l i t y
Like her parents before her Mia believes in family, honor, loyalty and community. She is known to be consistently polite, calm and composed though prone to great anxiety and panic. Despite being somewhat of a skeptic, she has a vivid internal life and is very much an introvert. She is brave and self-sacrificing, though much of her willingness to help seems to come from survivors guilt over her parent's death.

Compassionate and kind Mia has a deep connection to other people. She is known for her forgiving nature, but is also flawed, not always treating her older brother and friends with respect. Mia acts in a controlling and smothering manner towards them. According to her friends Mia used to be "Way more fun" and "into everything, very busy", that was before her parents passed away.

》H i s t o r y
☪ Childhood ☪
Mia grew up in a pretty normal family with a mostly uneventful childhood. She was the youngest and the only girl in the Young family. Her mother was a accomplished nurse during the day and a practicing with by night, her father just a regular old salesman. Magic wasn't hidden in the Young family and her mother passed on the secrets of their magical heritage to Mia. The young girl admired her mother and aspired to be just like her, planning to be a nurse in the future.

☪ Highschool ☪
At fourteen Mia attended high school in Ember Grove, with a clear and well thought out blueprint for her future. Her high school experience was fairly run of the mill. She witnessed her fair share of drama, although mostly on the sidelines. Mia wasn't the kind to get involved, with anyone for that matter, shying away from boys. She lived by the wise piece of advice her mother gave her, which wasn't always easy. No boys until you finish school, they'll only mess with your head. Mia spent a lot of time on her studies, focusing on classes she knew would continue in college, like biology. She graduated at eighteen.

☪ College plans ☪
After her graduation Mia went on to do some volunteer work in different hospitals, to get an idea of what her future career would entail. She worked closely alongside her mother, who taught her a lot. It was always a hand off approach since Mia had no experience as a working nurse. After about a year Mia was still convinced of her career choice and enrolled in nursing school.

☪ Death in the family ☪
A few weeks after she passed her first year of college her parents surprised her with a family holiday trip, as a reward for working as hard as she had. On the way back to Ember Grove after driving all night they got into a fatal car accident. It all went very fast, the car swirled, her dad tried to avoid hitting something she couldn't see. They drove of the bridge they were on, landing in the water down below. Mia doesn't remember how she got out, but she was the only one to survive. After the accident Mia started to struggle in college, eventually deciding to drop out temporarily. She got a job at the local hospital of Ember Grove, having passed all of her classes in her first year she was allowed to assist the nurses as a help. Mia stopped using magic at this time, only using it at her job when normal medicine failed.

☪ First heartbreak ☪
About six months after her parents funeral service Mia met her first boyfriend. He reached out to her, telling her he knew her mother. He'd worked with her in one of the hospitals. He could have told her anything and Mia would have believed him. She figured her mom would be okay with her talking to boys. After all she wasn't in school anymore. The relationship progressed, but they took baby steps all the way. It was unbearably slow, for most guys anyway. Eventually he wanted to take it further. Mia wasn't ready and slowly they started to grow apart. The relationship died down like a slow burning candle. It broke her heart.

☪ A day at a time ☪
Mia struggles with her newfound reality. She dropped out of college. She can't go a day without thinking about her first boyfriend. She tells everyone she's fine, when really she's not. After a year everyone just seemed to forget about it. People went about their lives. They didn't care her parents died, they had their own stuff to worry about. She takes it a day at a time. Mia moved out of her parental home and now lives with her older brother in a small apartment.

》C o v e n
Mia is the only member of her coven in Ember Grove. Mia's mother never introduced her to any other members. All she knows is that there are more witches in her family. She has no idea who they are or where they live.

》S k i l l L e v e l
Basic

》S p e l l S p e c i a l i z a t i o n
Mia no longer practices magic, but she was skilled at using the incrementum spell. She secretly used it to help the wounds of certain patients heal up faster.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Mia Young

》B a s i c s

Full name: Mia Young
Age: 20
Date of Birth: 17th of July 1999
Gender: Female
Where are you from?: Ember Grove

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5'2"
Weight: 115 pounds
Hair Color: Dark chocolate brown
Hair Length: Long with curtain bangs framing her face
Skin Color: Fair
Eye Color: Warm brown
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: tbd
Siblings' Status: Alive
Parents' Status: Deceased
Pets: (Name pending) A soft brown slightly reddish striped kitten, pictured above.
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 7
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 1

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
☪ Hazelnut chocolates
☪ Springtime
☪ Sunset colored roses

Dislikes:
☪ Anything with meat in it
☪ Practicing magic, and magic in general
☪ A messy room

Hobbies:
☪ Writing in her diary
☪ Yoga and running
☪ Going shopping

Skills:
☪ Basic first aid skills
☪ Great listener
☪ Flexible

》P e r s o n a l i t y
Like her parents before her Mia believes in family, honor, loyalty and community. She is known to be consistently polite, calm and composed though prone to great anxiety and panic. Despite being somewhat of a skeptic, she has a vivid internal life and is very much an introvert. She is brave and self-sacrificing, though much of her willingness to help seems to come from survivors guilt over her parent's death.

Compassionate and kind Mia has a deep connection to other people. She is known for her forgiving nature, but is also flawed, not always treating her older brother and friends with respect. Mia acts in a controlling and smothering manner towards them. According to her friends Mia used to be "Way more fun" and "into everything, very busy", that was before her parents passed away.

》H i s t o r y
☪ Childhood ☪
Mia grew up in a pretty normal family with a mostly uneventful childhood. She was the youngest and the only girl in the Young family. Her mother was a accomplished nurse during the day and a practicing with by night, her father just a regular old salesman. Magic wasn't hidden in the Young family and her mother passed on the secrets of their magical heritage to Mia. The young girl admired her mother and aspired to be just like her, planning to be a nurse in the future.

☪ Highschool ☪
At fourteen Mia attended high school in Ember Grove, with a clear and well thought out blueprint for her future. Her high school experience was fairly run of the mill. She witnessed her fair share of drama, although mostly on the sidelines. Mia wasn't the kind to get involved, with anyone for that matter, shying away from boys. She lived by the wise piece of advice her mother gave her, which wasn't always easy. No boys until you finish school, they'll only mess with your head. Mia spent a lot of time on her studies, focusing on classes she knew would continue in college, like biology. She graduated at eighteen.

☪ College plans ☪
After her graduation Mia went on to do some volunteer work in different hospitals, to get an idea of what her future career would entail. She worked closely alongside her mother, who taught her a lot. It was always a hand off approach since Mia had no experience as a working nurse. After about a year Mia was still convinced of her career choice and enrolled in nursing school.

☪ Death in the family ☪
A few weeks after she passed her first year of college her parents surprised her with a family holiday trip, as a reward for working as hard as she had. On the way back to Ember Grove after driving all night they got into a fatal car accident. It all went very fast, the car swirled, her dad tried to avoid hitting something she couldn't see. They drove of the bridge they were on, landing in the water down below. Mia doesn't remember how she got out, but she was the only one to survive. After the accident Mia started to struggle in college, eventually deciding to drop out temporarily. She got a job at the local hospital of Ember Grove, having passed all of her classes in her first year she was allowed to assist the nurses as a help. Mia stopped using magic at this time, only using it at her job when normal medicine failed.

☪ First heartbreak ☪
About six months after her parents funeral service Mia met her first boyfriend. He reached out to her, telling her he knew her mother. He'd worked with her in one of the hospitals. He could have told her anything and Mia would have believed him. She figured her mom would be okay with her talking to boys. After all she wasn't in school anymore. The relationship progressed, but it they took baby steps all the way. It was unbearably slow, for most guys anyway. Eventually he wanted to take it further. Mia wasn't ready and slowly they started to grow apart. The relationship died down like a slow burning candle. It broke her heart.

☪ A day at a time ☪
Mia struggles with her newfound reality. She dropped out of college. She can't go a day without thinking about her first boyfriend. She tells everyone she's fine, when really she's not. After a year everyone just seemed to forget about it. People went about their lives. They didn't care her parents died, they had their own stuff to worry about. She takes it a day at a time. Mia moved out of her parental home and now lives with her older brother in a small apartment.

》C o v e n
Mia is the only member of her coven in Ember Grove. Mia's mother never introduced her to any other members. All she knows is that there are more witches in her family. She has no idea who they are or where they live.

》S k i l l L e v e l
Basic

》S p e l l S p e c i a l i z a t i o n
Mia no longer practices magic, but she was skilled at using the incrementum spell. She secretly used it to help the wounds of certain patients heal up faster.

Avalia

Time: Late morning
Location: Roshmi city
Interactions: @Dezuel
Ambiance: Rescue operation

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Ilan was enjoying his performance. It had been some time since he had played his lyre in front of a crowd. Thankfully he still possessed the guts to be the center of attention for a song or two. Something rare for the usually timid and shy faun. His enjoyment was abruptly cut short. A tall light elf barged up to him in a fit of rage. His anger didn't fit his beautiful countenance. In a way it made him even more frightening. He stared at Ilan with icy eyes, angry for a reason he didn't understand. He wasn't doing anything wrong...
When he tried to grab his lyre Ilan snapped out of his thoughts. Despite the fear coursing through him he wouldn't let go of his precious instrument. The man was too strong and Ilan was scared his lyre would break. But if he let go the man would probably destroy it regardless. He felt hopeless. Why was he doing this? He was having such a great time just moments ago.

"Please let it go Sir.."
He tried to reason with him to no avail. Tears were starting to well up in his eyes. Ilan quickly glanced at the crowd, to see if there was a familiar face who could hel....

An arrow flew past the head of the governor. Ilan immediately ducked down scared there would be more. Ilan watched wide eyed at what happened next. A tall centaur came to his aid, addressing the Governor in his loud booming voice. Ilan recognized that voice! It was Regulus. Creatures of the forest began to attack the governors soldiers. They were here to rescue him! A lot of things happened at once. Regulus shielded him from the Governor. Ilan had by now let go of his lyre, overwhelmed at everything that was going on around him. He watched the tall centaur who stood between him and the light elf. It made him think of the way his older brother Vanasi sometimes got him out of trouble.

Regulus flung a honey cake at the Governor to which Ilan had to stifle a laugh, despite of everything that had just happened. He allowed the centaur to lead him away from the commotion, holding onto his hand tightly. He glanced over his shoulder once, just in time to see a distorted cloaked figure fly up into the air, carrying something which looked like his lyre. He silently praised the Gods as he struggled to keep up with Regulus. Hopefully they could hide out somewhere safe.

Ossvien

Time: Evening
Location: The Mermaid Fortune, balustrade of the main deck.
Interactions: No one
Ambience: A troubled mind

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In a rare moment of self imposed solitude the young witch allowed some of her more troubling thoughts to re-enter her mind. She made her way over to the edge of the ship leaning on the wooden balustrade, looking out at the sea. The zephyr winds attempted to blow away the shawls she had tied over her skirts. A set of cleverly sewn on trinkets fastened at the bottom of the fabric weighed them down. Constructed of fine metalwork and precious stones, they sparkled in pale light of the moon and stars.

The faces of the people she'd left behind crossed her mind, one by one. The women who raised her, taught her many values and skills and the men who protected her, ever vigilant of her chastity. She had been so quick to leave, feeling betrayed. Trapped in a marriage she didn't want. Nur believed marriage to be curse and she would not submit to it. She was a powerful woman, done her wedding day everything she owned would become the property of her husband, including her body. She would not owned by anyone.....

Nur had seen it happen many times with her cousins. The consummation of the marriage left the female members of her family powerless, stripped of their magic for the rest of their lives. Why they would ever agree to that she could never understand. Some agreed to marry for fear of being cast out, afraid to speak up. Once her cousin even convinced her she was in love...

In love with the man who would control you for the rest of your life. Nur had laughed at her saying she it was the stupidest thing she’d ever heard. They talked about marriage during many sleepless nights. Nur reluctantly helped her prepare for her new life. Even though her community had a very backwards way of thinking and living she missed them.

“A penny for your thoughts….” One of the crew mates stumbled into her direction. He swayed on his feet, his pace unsteady. Drunk…..
Nur rolled her eyes and turned towards him, ready to tell him off. She was not in the mood for festivities tonight. He flicked up a penny into the air, in effort to impress her, but failed to catch it, almost falling face forward onto the deck. When he got closer to her she could smell the rum. She wrinkled her nose, she hated the smell of strong drink, having come to associate it with tiresome men such as this one.

“Don’t even try it” Her tone was serious, and her usually pleasantly smiling lips were drawn into a firm line.

The crew member regained his composure and she recognized him. He was one of the men who had a serious case of sea sickness earlier this morning. Through his drunken haze he seemed to remember the same. He put down the bottle of rum on a crate next to him. He passed his hand through his hair, attempting to fix himself up. It didn’t do much good in her opinion. With glazed over eyes and rosy cheeks he could mistake even Malek for a woman probably.

“You were so nice to me…..and you’re s...so pwretty” He tried his earnest to not sound as desperate as he really was. Nur was keeping a close eye on him, so when he tried to take her arm, she stepped to the side. It caused him to stumble down hard onto wooden deck with a dull thump. She shook her head.

“Next time you try to sweet talk a girl, try to be less drunk…” Nur sneered at him with more venom in her tone then usual. Really it was not the sailor who was to blame for her sour mood, but she didn’t care. She lifted up her skirts and stepped over his sprawled out body.

Nur walked slowly alongside the balustrade, the sound of music and laughter in the distance only made her more irritated. She let out a frustrated breath. With so many drunk crew mates she would have to brew up some hangover remedy come morning. Things would have been much easier if she could just use her magic. It was what frustrated her at her core. The young witch did not understand why her power was slipping away from her. It was, as far as she knew unheard of in her community. Every page of every book in her cabin she had consulted. Reading tomes upon tomes from front to back, searching for an answer…..

She was just sooo…. ….ANGRY!

Thump..
Thump….

Her fists made a dull sound every time they hit the wood of the balustrade. It hurt, the pain stinging through her hands, but she kept doing it. Again and again. When she finally cooled off, her smooth hands were a bruised mess. Tears welled up in the corner of her pale eyes. She wiped them away impatiently. There had to be something else she could do. She turned to the company of pirates on the main deck, taking note of her fellow crew.

Adrielle was leading in the festivities with an inspiring speech, most of which was lost on the troubled young woman. Malek was standing off the side, stern as ever. Katurah was in her element and had surprisingly followed her advice, even though she didn’t quite mean it so literal. Elenei was missing in action, but knowing her she would soon abandon her maps in favor for a good bottle of wine Winifred was handing out pieces of bread, hardened cheese and cured meats. Nur paused at the Mermaid’s fortune sharp mouthed cook.

There were rumors going about the ship Winifred had a knack for fortune telling. They failed to say if she was any good or not. As far as she knew Winifred was no witch, even without her magic she could have sensed that. Besides she could not claim the woman for bragging about hidden talents she didn’t have. She did the same.

Nur was desperate enough to try her hand at it. There wasn’t a doctor to figure out what was wrong with her, she was the surgeon on this ship. Apart from Aharuhn who would more likely steal what magic she had left, Winifred was the best next thing. Hopefully she knew what was wrong with her.

Avalia

Time: Late morning
Location: Roshmi city
Interactions: @Dezuel
Ambiance: Roshmi

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Ilan walked beside Baraian in comfortable silence. They were heading towards the marketplace of Roshmi. The dark elf believed it would be a place where humans could likely be gathering. Ilan didn't know much about humans yet. He had learned they were not as different as he expected. Like any who lived in Avalia they had hopes dreams, the need for food, shelter and safety. Ilan listened to Baraian's kind words, delivered in a toneless voice, something Ilan had grown accustomed to. He listened to his words, not in the manner he chose to deliver them. The faun was touched by what he said. He hoped one day he could play his music in times of peace. Until then, he would use it to ease the pain of war.

The walked through the gates of the immense demi-human city. Ilan always needed a few minutes to adjust to all the overwhelming sights, sounds and smells the city had to offer. Once he'd settled he grew less weary of the loud noises and bustling crowds. He was grateful he'd visited Roshmi often when he was younger. It was less threathening, and he could enjoy the inviting atmosphere of all the city sights. The marketplace while still very well visited and appreciated by the city folk was not what it used to be. As the war intensified it slowly spilled into the city too. Ilan remembered his grandmother telling him about some of the beauty of Roshmi, which now sadly was no longer there. Even he could remember the market had seen better times.

Luckily some of his favorite stalls were still there and offered everything to his heart content. The scent of flowers made him happy and gleaming honey cakes were stacked on top of each other, creating golden towers of sweet delight. He walked over to the bakery stand and looked at the cakes, smiling at the many memories he had of eating them. Next to the bakery stand there was a modest flower stand. Ilan inspected their wares from a distance. He could tell they sold less well-known flowers, the ones who were only popular with the people who knew what they were. Ilan loved stalls like that one. There was always something to find he didn't expect.

Baraian suggested he would play his lyre to draw the crowd. Ilan turned and looked up at the dark elf.
"Yes that is a great idea!"
He exclaimed with enthusiasm, his voice getting a little higher. Afterwards he got a little closer to Baraian and covered part of his mouth with his hand, whispering to him. Ilan failed to realize his gesture was anything but covert, in fact his attempt at muffling out his words made him look all the more suspicious.
"It will give you some time to sort through the crowd, once they are all in one place"

There was an empty stand next to the flower stand, the vendor most likely having a day off. Ilan swiftly jumped on top of the wooden boards, with the ease of a deer. He took the lyre from his back and slowly people started to turn their heads his way expectantly. Ilan felt the familiar butterflies in his stomach rise through his entire body, as eyes from all over were looking at him. He smiled kindly and started to play a joyful tune, his notes smooth like water flowing from a fountain.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Ra Monde
Interactions: @Dezuel @Hide on mana
Ambience: Ra Monde

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Ilan was relieved Baraian agreed with his opinions. The faun listened to him attentively, taking in what he was saying. The dark elf moved towards him and placed both hands on his shoulders. For a split second, his senses tingled, ready to make him dart away to safety. His ears perked and his tail shivered. There was no need to be afraid. At first the dark elf had scared him, but he found there was nothing to fear from him. The tension left his body and he looked up at the man, flinching inwardly at the harshness of his red eyes.

Baraian's words moved him. It'd been a while since anyone had spoken of him with such words of praise and kindness. It reminded him of the encouraging speeches of his late grandmother. Ilan smiled softly, looking down at the ground, feeling embarrassed at the amount of attention he was receiving all of a sudden. It was good to know his contribution hadn't gone unnoticed and his strengths were appreciated. His purpose was clear now. To create unity and watch over the rebels who were in need. He was determined to give it his best shot. Ilan stood a little firmer on his feet and took to his new task with renewed energy and spirit.

"I will try my best to keep the rebels united in kindness." "If we save the humans from the dangers of Avalia, maybe they will help us fight the Lich king"
He was speaking more confidently. Ilan started to see a new future. The rebellion was going to be their first step to a better world.

"I'll go and ask Kuroi if he can help us with our search in Roshmi"
Ilan said, repeating the request Baraian gave him. The dark elf wasn't confident in his ability to persuade the fan wielding demi human. Ilan didn't set out to talk Kurio into anything. He hoped the vulpine would see the value of searching for other humans. Ilan was confident he would, Kuroi was equally as observant and intelligent as he was skilled in combat. He came to Belladonna's and his defense in the infirmary, a gesture neither of them would soon forget. Ilan had never properly thanked him for protecting them, without even knowing either Belladonna or him. This would be a great chance to do so.

The faun made his way through the camp, trying to recall where Kuroi had chosen to place his tent. After a while he found it, situated up a little higher, to create a vantage point. It gave Ilan a sense of security, knowing there was always someone watching over him. The faun did not find the vulpine in his usual abode. In fact he wasn't by his tent at all. One of the youths who was under Kuroi's tutelage pointed out he'd already gone into the city with Belladonna. Best to catch up to them soon!

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Ra Monde
Interactions: @Dezuel
Ambience: Ra Monde

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Ilan was caught of guard by Baraian and his questions. He hadn't expected him to exit his tent. The faun composed himself and cleared his throat, looking up at the dark elf hesitantly.
"I wanted to know what our plans are for the rebellion." If there was any other way he could help Ilan wanted to know. Undoubtedly there was much more to do than just take care of the sick and injured. Finding other humans had been on his mind for a while now. Maybe that was something he could do. Although that would mean venturing outside of Ra Monde.

"There must be other humans in Roshmi..."
Ilan started a little unsure. Having other humans join the rebellion would inspire morale. Also it would give the humans a safe place to hide. Roshmi was a large city, but this world was new to them. It was easy to get lost, meet the wrong people. At the worst end up like the first human Ilan had met.

"Maybe we can go look for them."

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Ra Monde
Interactions: @Dezuel
Ambience: Ra Monde

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After training Ilan returned to the safety of Ra Monde, as was his custom. Mr Alburn was needed elsewhere so the faun was left to his own devices for the remainder of the day. He was unsure what to do with himself. There were no patients to care for at the moment. It wasn't easy to relax, play a joyful tune, eat some honey cakes. There was this perpetual atmosphere of tension in Ra Monde. Belladonna's arrival had lit up the spark inside the hearts of the rebels. Everyone seemed anxious to spring into action. Ilan wasn't the only one training, every capable person had taken up weapons and other means of self defense. The prospect of war made Ilan very uneasy. He remembered what little he'd seen of it. Actual battle experience he didn't have a lot of. He only got involved in the aftermath, when he took care of the wounded.

The young faun wandered around the grounds of Ra Monde with a frown on his face, accompanied only by his troubled thoughts. Belladonna was now the leader of the Golden Death. Ilan knew little about them, the stories varied and up until he'd seen Baraian he didn't even know they truly existed. They weren't as scary as he initially thought, at least Baraian seemed to have their best interest in mind, despite of the circumstances during their first meeting. Ilan hoped Belladonna would do well as a leader. The rebels really wished for it, so maybe so should he.

During his walk he passed by Baraian's tent. He heard the dark elf laughing hysterically. Ilan looked at the entrance of the tent with a questioning look, the corners of his mouth drawing into a involuntary smile. He was pretty sure he'd never heard the man laugh like that before, or rather laugh at all. He hesitated to go inside. The faun didn't really have any business to discuss, on the other hand being Belladonna's advisor he might have some plans on what they should do next. He stood outside of the tent, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. The laughter started to die down.

Ossvien

Time: Dawn
Location: Mermaid's fortune deck
Interactions: @Legion02
Ambience: Calm sailing

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Nur was rudely interrupted by the sea witch Aharuhn. A day would come, sooner rather than later where she would find some curse to instill some manners into this wretched excuse of a man. He was bad mouthing the men she was tending to. They made an effort to ignore Aharuhn much to her satisfaction. The sailor whom she'd helped recover from his seas sickness was intimidated by the presence of the sea witch. She could tell by his body language. He was trying to excuse himself from the scene rather awkwardly. Before he had the chance to fully scurry away however Nur took his hand once again, asking after his well being. Having ensured he would not faint on the spot Nur felt it was alright to let him leave. She just wanted to make it obvious he left on her terms, and because she told him to. Not because Aharuhn was threatening him. Nur would not let him treat her patients like that.

He shoved a crumpled piece of parchment into her hands forcefully. She put down her basket with tea and held the parchment with both hands, so the wind wouldn't fold it every which way. Her eyes wandered over the crude attempts at some sort of glyph. She realized it wasn't ink he'd used, the faint smell of iron made her wrinkle her nose in disgust. Nur began to recognize certain markings, while others didn't seem to make much sense, remaining a mystery. Aharuhn was hovering over her and it filled her with a sense of discomfort, displeasure evident on her face. She knew glyphs of this kind were used in a rarely practiced magical tradition, one in which her clan dabbled in. It was rumored to drive women who commanded such magic insane.

Merely holding something of such gravity made Nur weary and at the same time also somewhat scared. She hated to admit Arahun was the one on the ship who scared her. She could not disarm him with her charms which disturbed her. It was the only weapon at her disposal to protect herself, since her magic was unreliable and fading. Nur was determined not to show her fear. She pushed the parchment back into his hands, glad to be rid of it.

"I've never seen this before in my life" She lied poorly. Her tone was unconvincing, the fear of the dangerous magic having seeped into her voice despite her best efforts.

Nur turned to face him. She picked up her basket and held it between them like a sort of barrier. If he was going to attempt something she had no trouble splashing his face with boiling tea.
"Now stay out of my way, I'm tending to the crew." She spat at him, her voice was on the verge of trembling. He had really caught her of guard with that parchment.
"Don't you have some cloud to interpret" Nur sneered, pointing up at a mostly cloudless sky. She whirled around, hastening herself to be away from the man. The confounded witch took refuge near a group of sailors who were polishing the woodwork. She offered them some tea, needing some herself to calm her fluttering heart.