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In Avalia → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Afternoon
Location: Ironhold
Interactions: Sivaros @GingerBoi123, Tanithil @Lava Alckon, Amber Eyes @Tae
Mentions: Annya @princess


The white-hot flames burning off the staff appeared to lose intensity as their stiff upward flow loosened. As if relaxing, Kaleb's conjured fire calmly danced along his staff while the heat emanating from the young man lessened with each word he listened to. In time he would become less hostile compared to his initial address but Kaleb kept stern eyes on his new company.

The dark elven man expressed the desire to avoid most things concerning the war, to include humans. He included his female companion who was silent at first, as her amber irises continued to study the situation

The light elven man was alarmed, concerned by Kaleb's very presence in Ironhold. He wasn't alone in his feelings as the dwarven guards stared in awe with one of them quietly using a transmission bracelet to report to his superiors while attempting to seek out guidance concerning the round-eared being flexing the element of fire like a muscle. The situation appeared to be under control but the capture and questioning of the peculiar group of four was certainly a possible option on the table

Sivaros

"What is gonna harm you is that big fuck-off army of Dark Elves about to storm this place. So I'm Sivaros, Bladedancer, and these are... Eh, whatever... They're cool. I think? You, mate, I'm gonna need you to cool down a bit, tell me your name, and we'll help you get to Princess Annya and her retinue... Wherever the hell that is. That clear?"

“Annya…” He uttered with wide eyes as his prior objective seemed to slap him square in the face. The dark elven man spoke up again as Sivaros had simply enlisted his help without his say. He both expressed his desire to leave Ironhold and the looming threat outside of its walls. He then addressed his silent female companion who expressed her dissatisfaction in "quelling her vengeful spirit" while sheathing her blades. She had also spoken the dark elven man's name. Tanithil.. His mind captured yet another strange name into his memory bank.

She next attempted to ease Kaleb's conjured flames but she spoke differently than Tanithil. She seemed more open to going out of her way to assist him. Almost as if she was offering a gesture made in good faith… or perhaps it was made for good leverage… Whichever it was, he was somewhat aligned with her thinking, even the mention of not being able to easily convince him. Her next words to Sivaros invoked his own.

Kaleb took a deliberate breath and with it extinguished the flames on his staff while he switched to wielding it in his right hand. He had waited long enough to speak, especially with what he needed to say.

“Sivaros. Bladedancer? That's a title or rank in the Sun Elf Kingdom military? And you're in the know of Annya's mission…” Kaleb paused as his eyes briefly looked between Tanithil and the woman. “The name's Kaleb. I ran into dark elves at North Pass where Annya is. They attacked me…” His eyes averted from them as his brow began to furrow. “But I was teleported here.” He pointed up at the city with a simple head tilt. “Anyway, you need to contact her or someone in the Kingdom! She needs to know North Pass isn't safe.” Kaleb had left out details to accommodate a short explanation to Sivaros. He just hoped he had avoided having to make a mad dash for the Ironhold throne with the information.

“And you two…” His gaze found them again with a tad harsher tone. “You want to leave and go where exactly? And don't just say 'away from here,' we need a plan… and the reason why we're leaving one of the most annoyingly fortified strongholds in Avalia.” He wasn't quite sold on the idea of leaving Ironhold to find safety elsewhere. Looming threat or not, Kaleb was not of the mind of constantly running from the threat. He may have calmed down some but in his chest, a beating vengeful heart remained.



In Young Justice → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Location: Kobra Facility, New Mexico
Interactions: The Team


The slight resistance Viktor felt against the hanging sniper's stomach caused him to feel a tinge of regret. He should have punched harder! The amount of strength held back might have been adequate for a common person, but this foe seemed to be enhanced just from the way her abdomen tightened against his strike. Viktor's attack that was intended to both disarm and incapacitate was now limited to accomplishing only one. The sniper would either have to drop her weapon or remain entangled with him.

Her choice of the former caused Viktor to drop from the walkway with the rifle in hand, landing crouched as the rest of the team entered. When orders were barked from up above by the sniper, Viktor stood to a fighter's stance while rearranging his grip on the rifle. There was a brief feeling of discomfort in holding the weapon, but muscle memory and nostalgia pushed that to the wayside. The visor of his helmet allowed him to view the weapon clearly in the darkness. Its appearance and weight made Viktor aware of the type of rifle in his hands.

Taking time to consider whether or not he should use it was not afforded to him as the several large figures and Kobra agents moved in on the team. He was fixated on-

Did I hear say Riley?

The thought distracted him from an agent attacking from his blindspot but Metamorph was swift in covering him. Metamorph's recommendation was answered with a silent nod before aiming the rifle at the hulking teenager rushing over toward him. He fired, a dart releasing from it's barrel and into Riley's chest. However, it didn't slow him down. Viktor effortlessly side-stepped him but refrained from firing a second shot. He wasn't sure what was in the darts but he assumed a single shot wouldn't be lethal. One might later ask how he figured this, and he might explain… Or perhaps he wouldn't…

Regardless, with the threat of ballistic gunfire, Viktor needed to use the weapon he now held against those that wished to harm his team. All he needed was a quick diversion that would allow him to shoot freely at as many people as possible.

So instead of firing again he kept his distance from Riley who had been tasked with recovering the rifle from him. It was the perfect time to give the order to establish lighting again but Mirage ignited her staff with a bright hot flame he briefly shielded his sight from.

Perfect

The brightness was enough to make Riley and anyone else wearing night vision goggles recoil, but he also stumbled weakly as if dazed. Tranquilizer then. Viktor hadn't even let the thought settle before firing the rifle at other targets within the large space, prioritizing gunmen instead of the roided teenagers. Thanks to their various sparring matches Viktor had faith the team was better equipped to handle the physically enhanced than gunfire.

Click

The metallic sound indicated an empty magazine. Fortunately, his intended target was quickly grabbed and thrown by Cybergirl into a shelf. Viktor instinctively nodded at what perceived to be LMAO tho case of good timing by the team.

He quickly threw the spent rifle down to the floor and squared up with the swaying Riley who was seeing double, a product of both the sudden flash from Mirage and the tranquilizer. If it weren't for his boosted physical prowess, he would have been slumped on the floor a few seconds after taking the dart to the chest. In Riley's head he needed to get the rifle by any means necessary, but in his current state, he wouldn't stand much of a chance. He needed more strength. Enough to beat Viktor. Enough to put himself over the other enhanced guys. Enough to impress her. Gritting his teeth, Riley's gills flared open.

Viktor was ready to take him down but did not predict Riley suddenly retreating away and making a break for it out of the room

What's he? Viktor started after him.

“Team, I'm pursuing one of the large ones. Mirage, on me! Everyone else, continue taking out the others.” Viktor had to leave his personal feelings regarding Kassy aside. He considered taking Zatara but he didn't know what he'd find while going deeper into the facility. Viktor needed Mirage's versatility. She was a strong physical fighter with power over the elements, an obvious choice. However, there was a regretful feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“I. AM NOT. DANGEROUS!”


The brief reminder of the pain he felt when she mentally attacked him caused him to stop in his tracks. His breathing became heavy as he felt the cold sweat beneath his suit.

“Stop.” He uttered before mentally shaking the in mentally induced paralysis away. Not here. Not now.

Continuing on, Viktor cautiously followed Riley's trail leading down a stairwell leading to a sublevel. It was here he noted additional lab equipment, opened holding cells, operating tables, and chemical vats. Oh and the additional Kobra agents, mostly in lab equipment attempting to pack everything up. Riley was nowhere in sight.

Unlike the agents above, these dozen or so Kobra agents lacked weapons. It appeared their primary purpose was operating lab and tearing it down if they were ever compromised.

In Avalia → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Afternoon
Location: Desert Wastes
Interactions: Myra @13org, Maeryn @princess, Alaia @Alivefalling
Mentions:

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“Dark elf! How have your kind not blotted out this SUN?! It only strengthens your foes and dulls your power!” The extended time under the sun and in the desert heat was obviously getting to the demon. His acclimation to the passing of time in Avalia hadn't helped either. Each day Vrexen's nemesis rose with its near-inescapable vibrant brilliance, and each day Vrexen had no means to stop it from torturing his very being. He might have quit in stride if the opportunity of introducing humans to his manner of violence wasn't on the table.

“After I peel the flesh from the bones of these humans, I will make it my mission to undo that which plagues us, Myra! Our mother will not enter this realm with such a blight! I will bring absolute darkness to this world if that is what it takes!" Vrexen preached, which surprisingly enough helped to push him to keep going. With a dark and violent future in mind, Vrexen could be motivated to travel the ends of Avalia.

However, to the detriment of his company, Vrexen could barely keep his mind from slipping into madness… The need for violence would arrive far too early.
In Avalia → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Time: Afternoon
Location: Myriamor
Interactions:
Mentions:


“I don’t know if I like this.” Astra said as she looked down at the outfit she was wearing at the Odds and Ends stall. “Too shiny and gold for someone of my complexion…” Astra looked down at her body. How the warm colors held firmly to her stone gray skin, brought an ugly grimace to her face. “But it does what you say it does, correct?” Her eyes peered up at the faun store owner with a stern glare.

“Yes, of course. It fits all! It fits anyone. Any occasion, too… with some added protection of course. Just cross the greaves with some intention and… magic.” The stall owner nodded as he looked down at the 500 amas resting on his counter. He didn’t think he had to explain much to sell these but Astra kept up a front of skepticism. The type of skepticisim that made a person feel as if they weren’t offering up enough and had to overexplain.

“Hmm…” Astra seemed to muse just before she crossed her wrists out in front of her. With a quick flash, Astra’s appearance changed, not unlike what a disguise ring was capable of.

“Oh my! Look at you! You’re-”

“A lamplight cunt!” Astra cut the stall owner off, preventing him from absentmindedly insulting her. “Where’s your mirror? I want to see.” Astra demanded. She was quickly provided a mirror so that she could view her new appearance

“A pretty lamplight cunt.” Astra flashed a smile at herself before peering down at a caged Almiraj. “These things are loyal to their masters, yes?” Astra ask as she bent over to meet the horned rodent eye to eye.

“Yes, yes they are. Some might say, more loyal than a mutt!”

“Good. Loyalty to his master will keep him alive.” She poked at the cage, slightly rattling it.

Loyalty to violence


In Code Vein (Closed) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: The not so "Howling Pit"
Interactions: Akaia @Exit, Vincent @Daxam, and Juice @PigeonOfAstora,
Mentions:

Erik had been just about to order the group to take whatever pictures they wanted to and get back into the jeep but he was getting the feeling he was missing something the others picked up on. Did I miss it? What are they all staring… Oh… OH! Erik hid a short-lived smirk beneath his mask as he noticed the small cave entrance. Renee didn’t mention a cave… then again, she and her people hadn’t come out here since the missing group disappeared.

Erik would have spent more time pondering on what to do next but the others were already looking to him to make a call. To be the one in charge and responsible for those who sought his guidance.

"Kill?" Akaia whispered with that phantasmic style of hers. Erik knew once she was gone, it meant she was like an arrow drawn back again a bowstring.

"Anyway, boss, what's the plan? I'm not any less willing to knock some skulls just 'cause I've got some weird feeling." Vincent added despite his previous statement expressing wariness of the situation before them. If Akaia was that arrow ready to be loosed, Vincent was the loaded gun with the most delicate of hair-triggers and without a safety. You didn’t pick him to come along and not expect to put him to use.

And how might one describe…

"And our opening song goes to-!"

“Juice?” Erik was staring at the guest of their group as he lobbed a decorative baseball into the pit between a few of the Lost within. Erik’s shot open before dashing over to Juice so he could… peer over the edge in anticipation too. “Alright team! Let’s get down there and clear some Lost! BUT WAIT FOR THE-” Erik blurted the last bit out the Sharpie MK III went off blasting off the limbs of three of the Lost below.


In Avalia → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Time: Evening
Location: Fog Beast Lair
Interactions: Isolde @Blizz, Dante @Alivefalling, Menzai @samreaper, and Aidan @potter
Mentions:


The moment Dante brought up the blood trail, Darius felt a tinge of concern. It was just another thing to add to his worries. Whatever his intuition told him, it would have never prepared him for what was to come. First was the corpse of the kirouth, and though Darius did not recognize it, he could tell it was a formidable creature by appearance alone. His attention turned to Menzai who looked frighteningly unsettled. Why is he making that face? Darius bit his bottom lip before noticing the silhouette in the fog, the culprit of the kirouth’s death.

As the creature pushed itself through the fog revealing itself, Darius’ eyes shot open as he wondered if the figure in front of him was the fog beast. Moisture drew to his palms as the being spoke to them all as if it was out of breath. He introduced himself as Sloth, and he intended to kill everyone.

First, he made Dante fall to his knees, a sight that nearly froze Darius in place before he witnessed Menzai’s hasty reaction. Menzai had not only saved Dante from the frightening humanoid-shaped tentacles but he went on to attack the titan of a creature despite the downward pressure everyone was feeling.

“RUN! Flee and make your way back to the village!”

That was all Darius needed to hear before he placed himself under Dante’s arm to help him up so they could all move forward. It was the first time Darius had witnessed Menzai actually display any kind of emotion since meeting him. Why couldn’t it have been humor?

“Come on fat-boy, let’s get the fuck out of here!” Darius grunted as the four humans were meant to follow Menzai’s instructions. Despite wanting to move quickly, Darius felt as if every step he made felt twice as difficult. Honestly, if it weren’t for some of Dante’s shitty training exercises, the struggle might have been a lot tougher, but together the group continued on, and over time, the pressure they felt diminished. That and being out of the swamp only aided in the movement on foot.

“Guys, listen, that Sloth dude pretty much folded our boss battle. You think Menzai’s okay?”
In Avalia → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Afternoon
Location: Ironhold
Interactions: Tanithil @Lava Alckon, Amisra @Tae, and Sivaros @GingerBoi123
Mentions: Annya @princess

Kaleb scanned Ironhold with a pensive expression as he had no idea which way to go. For one, everything… looked… the same… Then there were the confusing walkways leading upward, downward, and upward again… Then there were the molten canals to navigate around… Then there was the lack of signs… Then there was a lack of sky because the entire city was in a cavern… Then there were the smells…

But surprisingly enough, Kaleb kept those grievances to himself. He had a singular objective: to get into contact with Annya as quickly as possible to warn her of what occurred in the North Pass.

“Outta the way or get movin’!” A dwarf hollered from behind him. He glared back at the dwarf but proceeded forward. Arguing would be a waste of time and he did not find it to be a luxury at the moment. Besides, he needed these fast-moving dwarves if he was going to have any chance at getting to where he needed to go.

“Actually, excuse me!” Kaleb stopped to turn slightly to address the dwarf. His expression softened, but not by much

“Hm?” The dwarf raised his eyebrows in anticipation of what Kaleb had to say.

“Where’s the king stay? I have business with him but I failed to liaise with the dwarf meant to lead me to him.” Kaleb caught the dwarf’s minor skepticism and proceeded to hammer down the lie. “If you must know, I am a Sun Elf Kingdom official with a dire and classified message for your king from none other than Princess Annya… And if importance doesn’t move you, perhaps amas will.” Kaleb raised an eyebrow and held out a hand to informally solidify the deal.

“All that talking and the only thing that mattered was the last of it.” The dwarf spat in his palm and took Kaleb’s hand who winced but tightened his grip. “Now for the specifics. I ain’t taking you all the way to the other side of Ironhold. This ward is the easternmost ward and you’ll need to head that way until you reach the entrance, and then you’ll need to take yourself up the center path. It winds about a bit but I think… Hmm, my cousin says he keeps right when going that way, but I always keep left… Hmm, the path forks and forks but just try to make it as far as you can until you reach the throne.” The dwarf was nodding as he scratched his bearded cheek with his free hand.

“Well fuck…” Kaleb frowned, but poor verbal directions were better than nothing. “Good enough, friend. 30 amas!”

“Fifty!”

“Fifty? You’re not even taking me. Thirty!”

“Me not taking you is a blessing! You’re wearing those zoomies, so me not accompanying you might be a good thing, yes?” His words caused Kaleb to scowl.

“Yes… Fifty then!” The dwarf had a point and Kaleb couldn’t keep wasting time negotiating payment. The two released their hands and conducted the exchange as quickly as possible. Down to the entrance and then back up through the center! With that in mind, Kaleb dashed forth.

The short work Kaleb thought he was going to make of the route turned out to be him underestimating its length. Zoomies made people faster, but your stamina was what it was and Ironhold was the real-life version of a treadmill’s interval setting. By the time, he arrived near the cave mouth, he had to stop so he could take a breather. But every passing moment meant the Malthemoor soldiers he encountered in North Pass were still… were still doing whatever they were doing without anyone’s knowledge. Kaleb narrowed his eyes at the thought of it before inconveniently hearing something that grabbed his attention. It sounded like an argument, and when his searching found the participants of it, his eyes widened at the sight of someone swooping down using dark magic. He couldn’t make out the words from where he stood but to him, it appeared to be an altercation. Between a light elf and two individuals below, one clearly being a dark elf. Swords were drawn and the definite dark elf was wielding his magic like some sort of clawed gauntlet.

Kaleb made eye contact with one of the Ironhold guards who simply shrugged communicating that what was going on wasn’t their problem. Aren’t they allies? Fuck ‘em then. I’ll step up… and maybe… yeah… that just might get straight to the king. No more hiding. Kaleb tossed his bag down and gripped his staff in both hands

“Hey shitheads!” He spoke as he generated a heat haze as he approached. With each step, the heat haze intensified until his staff was enveloped in white-hot flames. “You dark elf assholes want humans so bad, huh? Well, you got the strongest one, right here!” The fire on the staff almost begged to spread but he kept them tamed and focused on his weapon.

In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Pancake-eater Outfit

Time: Morning
Location: Pancakes at the Park
Interaction: Ruby @SausagePat, Charlotte @princess, John @Conscripts, Devan and Kieran @Prosaic, Mayet @13org, Priscilla @mellowdy
Mention:


Lorenzo glanced from person to person caught in the chaos he felt he might have caused. The waffles were ruined, those wanting waffles were desperate, Charlotte was in tears, Devan had arrived seemingly out of nowhere (seriously where the hell did he come from!), the homeless girl named Ruby was curled up in the fetal position, and John had turned his intimidation up to one hundred with a knife in hand. Oh, and there was one other thing. Lorenzo’s gaze finally stopped on the man who had organized the serving of waffles during the Pancakes at the Park event. The mystery man was issuing a challenge, at least that’s what it seemed to be with the way he kept Charlotte from leading him away.

Also, the way he pointed that cane of his… He wants me to make the first move… Concern painted Lorenzo’s face as he instinctively took a step back not wanting to escalate things even further. He might have been able to simply run around the man. In fact, Lorenzo was a decent enough runner, or at least he thought so. The idea of zipping past the man was favorable in his head before he realized something. Something that kept him frozen in place. Oh dear… What if he’s faster than me?! I-I can’t tell whether or not he’d catch me. I can’t chance it! Lorenzo was panicking now as he did not wish to fight this man or anyone for that matter. He glanced at John again, but the thought of having him fight in his stead was risky. What if this man bested John? Lorenzo wouldn’t be able to live with that kind of a shame. To have your new doctor-friend get beaten up over spilled waffles.

Lorenzo was looking around now, almost like someone searching for the nearest weapon as he backed away from the ever-still cane-wielding man. He hadn’t even taken a step forward, but Lorenzo found his stillness unsettling. All hope seemed to drift away until…

YES! HER! Hope finally returned to Lorenzo as his eyes landed on the perfect person for his dilemma. She was with a particular pair of children of a particular woman he had never seen eye to eye with. Literally, Lorenzo and Victoria Edwards almost never made eye contact if either of them could help it. He didn't enjoy being rude to the young Edwards but this matter in front of him was pressing!

“Mayeeeet!” His voice almost cracked with glee as he waved at the Alidasht royal. “Mayet! My good friend! Whoops…” Lorenzo had noticed he forgot to address her by her title. That was a mistake he did not wish to make with the fierce young woman, especially with her tiger in her company. “Shezzz… um uh… Oh! Shezhadi Mayet! Shezhadi Mayet, please come here! No need for a royal like yourself to sit in the grass of a public park when my garden is right across the way!” He pointed at his estate. “You can bring the big cat too! My chef, Gil can prepare a tasty rare steak for the feline! We just need to walk right past this gentleman. Him!” Lorenzo was pointing at the man in a similar fashion, except with his index finger. In a low voice, Lorenzo replied to the mysterious man wielding the golden skull staff.

“I love waffles… I really, really do but today you lose good sir.” Lorenzo’s confidence was returning as he felt he had the scariest woman he had ever met on his side now, or so he hoped…


In Avalia → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Afternoon
Location: Oasis near Dugmaghord
Interactions: Rosaria @potter, Nuallán @13org
Mentions:



Slick remained stoic, not wanting to kindle any flames of tension any which way. It was obvious his words struck a nerve in both elves. “No need to beat a dead horse, Nuallán. I hear ya. You'll gun me down if I disrespec' your lady. Simple solution to my rough words against a soft heart. No more talkin’ from ol’ Slick. Best to keep quiet anyway… It’ll give us an edge.” Slick spoke as he crouched down while holding his crossbow at the low ready in a spot that was good for surveying an open area containing a pond. The outlaw was tempted to say something that would make both elves tremble harder than the tail of a spooked rattler, but he let his last comment be the last minor dig at the entire reason for the tension at hand.

Come on, Slick. You can’t go hurtin’ feelings in a whole wide world out to get ya! Aurora wouldn’t be too happy if her princess returned with a twisted up face.

The trio being invisible to everything but each other was something Slick found mighty nifty. He would have nearly sold his soul to be able to mask himself from both sight and smell back on the frontier. Avalia truly was a grand gift of an experience at times. Sure, there were ways to mask yourself in the old west but it always meant covering yourself with something unpleasant.

He aimed down his sights at something shifting in the brush. Most likely a creature attempting to get a drink from the pond. Hell, he might do the same after putting the thing down. He took aim, and with a shallow exhale, he fired as hit breached the treeline.
In Avalia → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Afternoon
Location: Ironhold
Interactions:
Mentions: Eris @Tae


Kaleb slammed his palms against the wall in front of him. He knew the wall wouldn’t simply open up like a magical door and return him to Eris and the burning wilds of North Pass but it was difficult for him to just leave from the spot he felt planted in. Even as he hung his head in defeat, he remained, hoping and waiting for another rift. Fuck… reality had begun to set in but snapped at it, committing to his denial further.

“Fuck… Fuck! It can’t happen like this! ERIS! ERIS! Why did you do this?!” Kaleb pounded his fist against the stone wall, this time creating small flames on impact. “Why couldn’t I…” Kaleb sighed deeply as he buried his face in his hands. He wondered what his four months of training even amounted to if he wasn’t even capable of protecting himself and Eris when it counted. Now, he stood wherever this dark and hot place he had been sent to, wondering what her fate was. He wiped his hands down from his face, revealing his expression of distraught.

“I will find you again, Kaleb, whether in this life or the next.”

“Why did she say it like that?” He could have answered it himself… he just didn’t want to feel the pain that came with that answer. He attempted to shake the thought away but he couldn’t stop hearing her last words to him. He placed his back against the wall and slid down to the alley floor. “She’ll come through any minute now, and then she can tell me what this place is… Yeah, then-”

“Ye sure enjoy speakin’ ye self, elf. Perhaps Sun Elf Kingdom sent their worst to us.” Two black-bearded dwarves strolled through the alley with a hovering cart filled with wooden crates.

“Typical. Of course, they would send a milk drinker with shiny arm’r.”

“But brother… aren’t they all just milk drinkers with shiny arm’r?” The two dwarves burst into gut-wrenching laughter. Kaleb shot the two a look of distaste. Four months ago, he might have exploded both figuratively and magically (if that makes sense). With what he was going through, he felt he might just do it to find some sort of release to take his anguish out on.

“And aren’t you all just stubborn height-envy dudes that overcompensate with your facial hair?” Kaleb dished back as he stood up, knowing his words wouldn’t be well received. It definitely stopped the bout of laughter between the pair. They looked at Kaleb with raised brows. “Before you ask. I didn’t stutter.”

“Oh, we right heard ye, elf. And what, ye standin’ up to prove your own words?”

“Why don’t ye go back to speakin’ to ye self and fussin’ wit that wall eh?” The dwarf reached for a hammer on his belt. “Don’t forget where ye are! This be Ironhold, and no one in these walls will miss a milk-drinkin’ elf.” Kaleb was locking eyes with him before he broke contact to look at his surroundings (which didn’t amount to much due to being in an alley).

“Did you just say Ironhold?”

“Yeah he did. And me brother didn’t stu’er either.”

“Ye lost?”

“No, he’s a fool. How could one not know where we are? The greatest city to be built in all of Avalia. Home to the greatest people of Avalia.”

“Right. They really did send their worse… Come on brother, I think we might have broken this one.” The other dwarf shrugged as the two continued on their way

“Guess so. Or maybe he’s be’er now that he quit talkin’. Da always said the less an elf spoke, the be’er.”

“Be’er for them or us?” The two broke into another hearty laugh until they exited the alley, leaving Kaleb staring blankly with his mouth agape.

Ironhold…

“The portals depend on many upon many factors. Distance, focus, emotional stability, whether or not it’s here in Avalia… The more of those things in effect, the more strenuous the ability is… Oh and the more strenuous, the more unpredictable it can be as well, and then with unpredictability, it makes the strain worse. See, factors upon factors.”

“No.” Kaleb quietly denied it, but the memory of her brought on her last words once more.

“I will find you again, Kaleb, whether in this life or the next.”

“Fuck this!” He yelled before grabbing his staff from off the ground and storming towards the alley exit with it resting on his shoulder. For a moment, he stopped to look back to where he had appeared through the portal. He was afraid if he left, he’d be abandoning an exhausted or hurt Eris that might come through any moment now. But if she can’t even form a rift to here, then she needs help out there. He balled up his free hand and briefly squeezed before continuing ahead.

Stepping out into one of the main walkways, Kaleb was graced with the sight of Ironhold’s city. Sure he was serious about trying to find a way out of this place, but he couldn’t help but stop and stare at the intricacies of the city. For one, it was built within a cavern. The city would have been too dark to navigate if it weren’t for the bright molten metal and stone coursing through the city like artistic waterways. It appeared as if the wrong step meant you were a goner and that vegetation was not much of a consideration. A true mining city… A true mining city he was definitely lost in.
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