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Ossvien

Time: Night
Location: Parlay Cay
Interaction with: @Dreamingflowers - Nur

Finally, the festivities... Malek’s grumpy face softened a bit as Adrielle gave her jeering announcement. He could see it lifted the spirits of the men and women on the ship more than they already were. The first mate let a smirk show for a second as the excitement of a new adventure filled him. Sure, the rum, music, and company proved to be the collection of elements meant to keep a pirate jolly, but it was the thing beyond that which lit a fire in the man’s belly. Turning his head back for a moment, noticing Elenei walking up. He gave her a quick nod but noticed the gnome was deep in thought. He followed her gaze until his eyes fell on Katurah playing her violin. Of course!

He found himself eyeing the cat, but not completely out of lust. It’s not like the man could ignore the young woman’s features there before him. He was much more pleased with the music Katurah played. He was glad he hadn’t made an actual bet on her ability to play… He’d be short a few coin.

“Still a worm.” Malek said aloud just before Nur entered his sight. The witch appeared to be troubled by something. It was easy to spot at times due to how it contrasted with her usual graceful demeanor. He dug a hand into one of his pockets before twitching his arm at the slight prick his finger felt from the item inside. His eyebrows furrowed as he cleared his throat and headed in the woman’s direction. On his way over, he snatched a half-empty bottle of rum and wiped off the top with his bare hand before taking a swig and continuing on over. Malek had been waiting for this moment all day. “Nur! Snap out of whatever spell takes you and take your first mate for a stroll. We have things to discuss… I have discovered something. Something very peculiar.” Malek shared with a raised eyebrow. He nodded to a more secluded area on the deck.

Avalia

Time: Late Morning
Location: Edena, Daka Island
Interaction with: Myra @13org

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After Kol had given his welcoming introduction to Edena, the contrasting part of Morteum located on the other side of the mountain, He walked forth towards the beautiful garden.

“What do they call you on your world human, and what is the name of your demon bride? I will address you accordingly.” Kol spoke sternly. Darius followed the dark elf as his eyes took in the beautiful site. He turned around to his left to see the white and blue section of the castle that was positioned along the other end of the mountain. It actually looked nice, which perplexed the hell out of him. How is THIS on the other side of where we just were? I guess Aklenroth wasn’t just lying his ass off, this place is nice… Wait, did he just say BRIDE???

“It’s Darius and this is Myra, my friend.” Darius was already irritated with the elf. He looked to Myra and smiled. “Maybe future wife if she keeps being such a sweetheart.” Darius joked. Kol scoffed but refused to add any comment to Darius’ apparent joke.

“The garden before you is owned and tended to by General Faister… He treasures it like it is his child, so refrain from ruining even a single petal if you want to avoid death. You will be permitted to venture out in due time, but it is wise to remain on the grounds.” Kol took a moment to take in the sight. It was a view not seen in Azmor Galus. Meanwhile, Darius just seemed glad that Myra was in a better mood. He was sure the two would spend a lot of time out here. He’d also make sure to be mindful of the flowers. Kol then abruptly turned to face the castle and nodded to it before stepping forward. “And over here we have Edena’s living quarters, it’s still connected to the Morteum. It is… brighter than the rest of Morteum and houses several of Aklenroth’s most esteemed servants. This will be your domain for food, shelter, and rest. It is here where I will also educate and train you to be worthy of fulfilling your goal. My king believes you want to rid Avalia of the humans brought here by the Dimensional Rift Opening Machines, DROMs for short.” The dark elf spoke with his head forward and back to the two as they were expected to follow him towards Edena. He stopped and turned to them for a moment. “You cannot hope to reach such a goal without power and might. The rebellion will not simply give up their human weapons. And not many of the remaining humans will trust Aklenroth’s offer in leaving this world peacefully. Most if not all will have their heads filled with lies of his inability to do so. They will flee, fight, and even attempt to kill you. But power and might do not come easily in this world! It isn’t as simple as wanting it, you must train your body, challenge your mind, and break your limits! I can show you the way, but Darius, you must be the one to take the path! Understood?” The dark elf spoke with a fierce passion, filling Darius with determination and confidence.

“I understand clearly.” Darius appeared to be taking this more seriously than previously. What he was shown when he had smashed the mysterious red crystal in his palms was still bothering him. As much as he wanted to bounce back into his joking mood, Darius found it impossible to keep it up. He almost wondered why he felt so responsible for the lives left in this world. He could have made a quick exit and left these strangers behind, never having to worry about Avalia again. Sure, he’d have to purchase a new bed, but… No, his conscience would eat at him. Those people he witnessed die wouldn’t just escape his mind, and the thoughts on those he could have saved from a similar fate would haunt him as well. He’d feel like he had felt a few years back on the day of his older brother’s wedding. Cowardly selfish…

Kol nodded at Darius’ answer, accepting it. Not disciplined, but that fire in his eyes is something I can work with. Kol led the two inside castle, through a different entrance from where they had come from. The area the two entered appeared to be some sort of dining room adorned with royal blue banners with several wooden tables and benches within. Darius stopped in his tracks as the aroma of spices and home cooking filled his nostrils.

“The dining room. Scheduled and requested meals are served here as one might expect." Kol walked past the tables and towards an open entryway into a staircase to the second floor. The dark elf had been prepared to make his way upstairs but was stopped by Darius’ distant voice.

“You think we could make one of those requests before we go up? We haven’t eaten since…” Darius tried to think. It hadn’t been since dawn, right before they went marching up to Morteum. Fuck, it’s been a long time... He put on an uneasy smile. It’s been a while.” Darius’ uneasy expression faced Kol’s cold one. The dark elf took a moment to speak before clearing his throat.

“Zorrah!” Kol called out as he walked towards the dining room tables. He looked around a bit for the one he had called, but nothing. An irritable sigh escaped him. ”Ves-”

“Whoa! Stop!” A blue-skinned woman with bright yellow eyes suddenly appeared several feet away from the three with a quick flash of purple light. She appeared flustered, not wanting Kol to continue calling out to whomever he had started calling for. “I am here. I have been SUMMONED.” The blue-skinned woman addressed Kol with a tired and bothered tone. Her gaze went to Darius and then stopped on Myra. Her brows rose slightly, showing minor intrigue. “Another human and a demon.” The woman scanned her surroundings for a second. “Food it is. Any specific requests?”

Darius looked upon the woman, not knowing what to say. He didn’t really know what he wanted to eat. In fact, he had questions of his own. Like where did this woman come from… and did she just TELEPORT into the room?! And what was she? Her ears weren’t pointed, but her skin was blue. Then there were the yellow eyes. What is she?

“Uhh, how about steaks for both of us! I’ll have mine medium rare and Myra here will have hers rare.” Darius looked down at Myra with a questioning look. “Bloody, right?” He asked his friend in order to be sure. Darius was always warry that he’d speak out of turn in Myra’s stead. His eyes met the blue woman’s yellow ones. “My name’s Darius by the way.” He smiled, but the pleasantry wasn’t returned by the woman.

“I’m Zorrah…” She looked Darius over a bit before a smirk formed on her face. “I think like you better than the other one. That Jack guy is just... odd. Anyway, I can get those steaks ready in a bit. Might throw in some carrots or something too.” Zorrah stared at Myra now to observe her demon kin's reaction.

Avalia

Time: Late Morning
Location: Love Lounge, Roshmi City
Interaction with: @Tae - Azriel, @Legion02 Xenelith @Alivefalling Jack @Eviledd1984 O’Ner

Umber casually floated into the Love Lounge behind his apprentice and partner, Azriel who led the pack of villainous misfits to a suitable spot within the recreational establishment. Being inside and getting away from the scourge that was the sun was always refreshing to the demon. Umber had initially been unsure about going to the brothel, not knowing what he was truly in for. Things seemed to start off nicely as the previous occupants of the table the group took gave Umber a nice appetizer of fear to start off the festivities, courtesy of Azriel and her blade of course. The large demon landed and took a seat cross-legged beside Azriel and proceeded to take in every spiking emotion of pleasure, excitement, pain, dissatisfaction, nervousness, fear, anger, regret, and even a bit of hatred. His four eyes widened at the intensity of the emotions pulsating within the brothel. The establishment was a literal all he could eat emotional buffet. Exquisite… Absolutely delicious!

“This was a fine idea… There is so much potent emotion to feed on…” Umber voiced as his body slumped forward due to how relaxed he was feeling. “Don’t mind me… Indulge in these beautifully miserable creatures! Do not allow shame to hold you back from your pleasures!” Umber urged, in an almost uncharacteristic way.

Avalia

Time: Noon
Location: Devils Bay, Daka Island
Interaction with: None

About three hours had passed since Skar had said her farewells to Darius and Myra. Her thoughts remained on the two as she noticed her own and Darius's tracks on the path the trio had taken previously to Morteum. Myra left no trace of her footing as always. The demon was one that was a master at both stealth and agility.

"Sneaky demon… Odd creatures Skar met…” Skar stopped and took a moment to think of Darius and Myra. “Do not die. Darius. Myra… You will see how strong Skar is! Avalia will see how strong Skar is!” Skar shouted towards the sky.

The orc ferryman seated in his rowboat dock on the sand about twenty feet away stared awkwardly at the female orc but lowered his head as she continued walking towards his direction. The taller female orc had crossed over to Daka with “two” demons but was now returning for his services alone. The runt of an orc wondered if she had let the foul creatures loose. He almost shuddered at the thought of the obnoxious water demon and the silent pale terror.

“Ferryman! Take Skar to Azmor Galus! 15 amas!” Skar demanded as she stepped onto the large wooden rowboat and pointed her sword at him. The ferryman looked up at her and her demand with a challenging scowl. Sure, she was larger, but he wouldn’t allow himself to be bullied by this exiled Diamond Heart Clan bitch of an orc! He simply would not allow it.

“The ferry doesn’t go to Azmor Galus! The ferry goes to Orc Landing and Orc Landing only! 100 amas or…” Skar’s sword thrust through his chest, cutting him off short. Skar stared into the ferryman’s stunned face, her expression fierce and unforgiving.

“No more talk tiny orc! Just die.” Skar thrust the blade further before violently pulling it from the ferryman’s body. Her free hand reached out and caught him by the shoulder, only to push him off of the rowboat and into the sand and let fate do as it pleased with him. She moved to drag the boat into the cold waters of Devil’s Bay. Skar take Skar to Azmor Galus. No need of ferryman. He stinks and take up room. No more stopping! As cruel as her action seemed, this was her way. With the reward of 5,000 amas on her person, the orc was too eager to wait and spend it. She took a seat on the boat and gripped the oars tightly before pushing off from the shore. Her next stop, Azmor Galus, home of the dark elves.

Ossvien

Time: Morning
Location: Parlay Cay
Interaction with: @Tae - Adrielle, @Darcs - Elenei

Malek nodded at Adrielle's mention of having to sing if the worm lacked the talent. Now he was really hoping the cat performed poorly. If it meant Adrielle would sing, Malek might consider kicking some poor soul overboard. There would be an attempt at rescue of course… an attempt at least. Malek had given Adrielle the name of Nightingale due to her beautiful voice. It could sway rowdy crew into a state of tranquility or lift the spirits of those lacking in motivation. Her voice was possibly her most powerful asset surpassing his charm with its range and ability to affect many at once. She didn't even need to be facing folk like he had to. Malek's charm was just a potent smack to the face.

"Ah you spoil me, Nightingale… And you spoil the crew." Malek turned to the rest of the ship performing their duties to please their captain after she gave direction. He appeared as if he was ready to scold the lot of them, but… "Full sails! Full spirits! We will embrace the sea! For most, we are returning to the vicious beauty once more! To the new and few! You will learn to know her embrace! We set sail for the Shadowmount Isles!" Malek boomed with excitement as he caught the eye of many of his excited crewmates. "So I'll keep up the good mood."

Malek turned back around, satisfied with the message he had given. Only seconds later did he hear the approach of the light-footed navigator, Elenei. He turned his head and looked down at her. He silently nodded to her greeting with a much harder look on his face now. He respected Elenei because she did what was needed from her and more. Malek liked her initiative. The firstmate would never say it without a few bottles in him, but she was possibly his favorite amongst the rowdy misfit crew

"Sorry my shouting didn’t make it to your ears. We had to make a hasty leave from the cay.” Malek smirked and motioned his head in the direction of the Pirate King’s ship that was far to the rear, but could still be recognized by anyone who had laid their eyes on it before. Malek avoided speaking aloud the fact that the Mermaid’s Fortune always departed when the Pirate King’s ship entered the same dock. “Now we’re set. You have your navigator and some luck too. I’ll tend to the crew while you two keep us alive.”

Ossvien

Time: Morning
Location: Parlay Cay
Interaction with: @Tae - Adrielle

With his arms crossed at his chest, Malek turned away slightly and rolled his eyes at the captain's explanation on the old sea witch's usefulness. Admittedly so, Adrielle's words were not false, but Malek just did not think it was enough to keep the old crackpot aboard.

"The man doesn't just scare ships. He scares almost everyone with his fits of madness." Malek commented as peered over to watch Nur walk away from Aharuhn. Malek did not expect a reply from his complaint as it was an opinion that had been voiced previously. Perhaps the first mate was just waiting for the day Adrielle changed her mind and agree with him.

When Adrielle replied to his want of rum and a good time, he found it difficult not to smirk at her playful words. His body slightly turned again. This time towards her.

"Sounds like a great plan if any." He thought of winking back, but slightly turned his face away and scowled. He didn't want to unintentionally use his charm on Adrielle. All it took was a simple gesture or the use of a softened tone of voice and one would find themselves captivated by him. He respected Adrielle too much to place her in such a state. His power was a gift when needed, but curse during any other time. "The worm can prove her worth, but my bet is that she is either shit at playing or she catches stage fright." He sighed. "As much as I want to see her inability… The good time might be something to look forward to as well." He smiled at the jagged rocks and the ocean, the few things he couldn't ruin with his charm.

Avalia

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Time: Dawn
Location: Morteum, Daka Island
Interaction with: Myra @13org, Aklenroth @Alivefalling

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Darius stood in place for a moment as he still found himself taking in all that he had seen from the vision. Witnessing the many people come through the rifts in the vision he experienced proved to be heavy on his heart. There were not just able-bodied humans that came through to Avalia. There were children, elderly, and many that would not be considered fit for the wilds of this world. Do I even want to know more? I could leave and never look back. I could be sent home...

“...you gotta take risks sometimes man." John’s words echoed through Darius’ mind. He looked to Skar, but her face held no answers for him. Instead, she seemed to be looking to him for answers of her own. She still wondered what was it he had seen through the magic from the crystal. Then his eyes shifted to Myra who seemed to be just as confused as the orc beside her. You’re both making this difficult… I know I said I’d stay and… I did say I would try to save everyone… Me… Why did I even say that? Darius bit the inside of his lower lip as concern filled his face. I could just leave… Go home... I just have to...

“...you have so much potential bro, and you hold yourself back... and I don't know if it's because you're…” John’s words would be cut off by Darius’ quick retort. Just like when the words were initially said.

I’m not… But something peculiar happened.

“...scared, but you don’t need to be. You’re strong Darius. You’re powerful... Now get the fuck off of the sideline! Do something!" The words were powerful, even though they were not John's. They were the words Darius wished he let his late brother say to him. He closed his hands into fists and took a deep breath as he truly made his decision. He'd do what he said he would. It wasn't just a slip of the tongue. It was his drive to want to do something different for a change. To take the harder road. To take the risk, as it was definitely worth it if it came to keeping people from suffering from the events in the visions he had seen. Determination filled him. Darius finally took a step forward with the few seconds it took him to do so felt like a lifetime to him.

Skar looked upon Darius as he approached. Her eyes were cold as she awaited what the human would say. She noticed his serious demeanor, which was something she admired about him. Skar could only trust how ready he appeared to be.

“I’m going inside with Aklenroth.” Darius said as he walked over to his companions. “I-”

“Darius is too weak to go alone. I... and Myra will follow behind.” Skar cut Darius off before using her sword to point at Aklenroth as he led the way inside of the castle. “We will get amas as promised.” Skar smirked at Darius, who returned it with a confident nod.

“As promised.” He then looked down at Myra with a cheesy grin before squatting down to her level. “Then we’ll get out of this creepy place… I miss my happy Myra.” Darius pinched the demon’s cheeks and tried to make her smile, but only managed to reveal her extremely sharp teeth. His eyes widened briefly and he let go of her cheeks before letting loose a soft chuckle.

"How could I forget those pearly whites!" He then stood up and noticed Aklenroth had made it quite a way into the Necropolis. “Guess we better keep up, right?” Darius lightly jogged after Aklenroth until he caught up with the Lich King that held the appearance of a light elf. “You ever think about making this place a little more presentable? I mean, the dark and gloomy theme is legit, but there's no way in hell I can convince people that this place is the way back to home sweet home... Like, I know it worked on me, but I have two badass lady friends. There's not much to be afraid of with them having my back.” Darius spoke casually as if Aklenroth was some dude on the street.

The Necropolis appeared to be a colosseum-like structure from the outside, but once inside, it opened up into a large gothic chamber with brick flooring that led to a vast stairwell that led upwards to several pathways above. Along the walls of the vast chamber appeared to be aged tombs and statues. A blue glow shined down on the chamber from blue orbs of light above.

Meanwhile, Skar kept her distance in the rear with Myra. Her eyes barely peered at the scenery of the Necropolis. Instead, her focus was on the two ahead. Maybe Skar is fool to follow Aklenroth and Darius into fortress. This for amas, but Skar won’t die for greed… Not without fight.

“See, Myra, I told you light elf are no good. Now you see, eh?” Skar mentioned quietly to the demon as they followed several feet away.

Ossvien

Time: Morning
Location: Parlay Cay
Interaction with: @Tae - Adrielle

Malek had made sure no one screwed up too badly on the deck while noticing the absence of certain characters. He scowled at the steps that led below deck. Letting out a low huff Malek walked from the center of deck and marched towards the helm his eyes spotted Aharuhn speaking to Nur, which only made him shake his head. She appeared to have been performing her duties as the doctor on the ship… if you consider cooking up tea a doctor's duties.

Walked up to Adrielle's side, his eyes forward before peering down at her.

"I've asked this before Nightingale, but… Why Aharuhn? The man is accurate and he is considered to be a notable sea witch, but he is batshit." Malek voiced before turning to see the older man in the distance. "Just look at him harass Nur… Actually… That's not so bad." Malek smirked thinking of Aharuhn's nonsense colliding with Nur's poor attitude. "They almost deserve each other. Kind of like how I deserve some great rum and a good time."

Avalia

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Time: Dawn
Location: Morteum, Daka Island
Interaction with: Myra @13org, Aklenroth @Alivefalling

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Skar remained ready with her weapon with her attention forward, even though she wanted to chastise Darius for just yelling at the most powerful being in Avalia or the “final boss” as he had mentioned frequently. The orc glared back and forth between the two undead guards, sizing them up before she noticed a blonde elf gracefully descend down to greet the two. While Darius' eyes widened in awe at the sight, Skar was simply confused. Darius let the swirling water in his palms splat onto the bridge as he let his guard down at the majestic sight.

An elf!
An elf?

Once the undead guards lowered their spears, Skar took one more good look at them before stepping forward, her sword tightly gripped in her hand as she found the situation to be very out of the norm. Darius looked to the undead guards as she did and followed. He hoped Myra was following but didn't look back as to draw attention to her. He had faith that she would be there, but he couldn't shake off how bothered she was at the bridge. His eyes narrowed at the elf and before Skar could address the light elf stranger, he spoke.

"Epic entrance and all, but we're looking for Aklenroth so I can go home and she can get paid for delivering me here." Darius looked past the elf and to the castle wondering if Aklenroth was inside.

"Human wants to turn in." Skar attempted to explain to light elf figuring he was a servant of Aklenroth. Darius looked to the elf with a raised eyebrow.

"So we follow you, right?" Darius questioned not knowing he was in the presence of lord Aklenroth himself.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Between the River Fairy Kingdom and Roshmi City
Interaction with: @Tae - Azriel

The Week

Umber had been displeased in making a detour from his hunt of the human known as Elsea. Every time he looked upon Jack had caused a slight bitterness, but the demon knew well that Aklenroth's toys came before his own. He was glad and appreciative to have Azriel as his company as always. Elsea was a new flame, but Azriel's inferno withstood the test of time. The demon rarely pondered it, but he wondered if she would ever leave him like the others before her had. During the Amora flight back to Daka Island, Jack and Azriel acquainted themselves a bit more. There were few that had held their taste for sadism, and Umber could not deny that it was poetic when the man spoke of his pleasures in killing another being.

However, the man was mentally broken, therefore there was nothing Umber could change for the worse. Once Aklenroth's gift was delivered, he and Azriel returned to the River Kingdom to pick up the trail of their lost prey as well as take the opportunity to play with some more temporary playthings. Fairies… they were Umber's favorite. Many were so pure-hearted and kind. To hear their screams disturb the very nature they commanded was… beautiful to the demon. The creatures of the forest scurried and shivered at the torture of their wispy winged neighbors and friends.

Umber took his time. It was almost as if he knew his prey wouldn't get very far. Elsea… Her name almost taunted his thoughts. She was like an eternal itch that he could not reached. The long lost feeling of impatience filled him to the point that he shared his new obsession with Azriel while he viciously tore strips of a fairy woman's wings.

"If only you could see it, Azriel… if only you could feel it! Her feelings… anguish, betrayal, rage, fear, passion. All of it. I want it all." Umber declared fiendishly. Sharing his desire so freely helped quite a bit, or maybe it was the fact that the two traveled closer and closer to Roshmi City with each minor village the two had their fun in. At first it had been to interrogate, but now it had regressed into plain fun and pleasure.

The Present

"...or would you call this a gift?"

"Have you heard?" Umber faced the most senior fairy in the village who was levitated high enough to be at eye level with the nine foot demon.

The fairy was mute from his fear. Tears streamed from his eyes as he lost hope for himself and his village. The two wraiths had entered his small quiet village and immediately rounded up its occupants. There was no explanation, just questions about about a group of rebels that none of them recollected.

"I created a new species of fairy… I created them, right here in this very forest. Have you seen them?" Umber said with faked excitement, imitating a scholar that had discovered some lost secret of the world. If the monster could smile… The past several days had been filled with bloodshed and torture, but the demon felt he could do this for many lifetimes. "You must know of them… elder. They are simply… beautiful." Umber turned to the many fairies bound and scattered about the grass; an audience of hostages. Umber made sure all of the fairies could see the illusion of the rebels as he remembered from Xenelith's sketches and the faint images he could pick up from Xenelith's drive to pursue them as well as other things Umber tended to appreciate. The fox's form being the most distinct amused Umber. What had this fox done to the dark elf commander?

All of the fairies in this village initially claimed to not have seen the members of the illusion in front of them. Once tortured many falsely admitted and paid for their lies with slow deaths. The second round of torturing only had honest answers. Even if they truly did not know anything, Umber would at least enjoy the time spent breaking them. His attention went back to the elder.

"If you do not know… then I will show you… and I will show your flock. Oh and…" Umber turned back to the bound villagers. "...it would be wise to remain… calm. Azriel will silence those who cannot do so themselves. Now, let's begin." Umber circled around the fairy elder who almost whimpered before stopping behind him. The demon's large lower hands grabbed the fairy's arms at his sides and then peaked his head out from behind the fairy elder to see his audience. Their faces held dread. Some knew what was coming, while others just knew it would be something that would forever haunt them. Rrrip! The tearing of the fairy elder's right wing made a disturbing fleshy sound as it was viciously torn off of his back. He screamed in horror more than he did for the pain inflicted upon him. "Mmmmm…." Umber tore the left wing off as the fairy elder continued to scream almost sounding as if he was some feral creature being torn apart by the razor sharp teeth of its predator. The fairy's screaming went on for a few more seconds before it died down into whimpering and moaning. Umber released his telekinetic hold on the now wingless fairy, letting his body drop in the ground next to his bloody wings. "Forest, Winter, Dark, and now the Wingless… Two for four... Now who to choose next…"