Helo

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Leo’s fingers scratched at the now smooth skin of his freshly shaven face as he studied his reflection in a mirror. The growth from his last adventure was now gone, his thoughts were occupied with wondering if a full shave had been a mistake. He found his face now looked too youthful, boyish even. He tried to picture himself with a grand set of side whiskers or a dignified mustache, wondering what would be most becoming for a future Duke. It was far too late to debut such a look for tonight’s ball, so such thoughts would have to be revisited. He did not want to be late for tonight's occasion.

Returning to court had been something he’d thought over with even more consideration than what sort of facial hair would be most fashionable. Since his father's disappearance, he had spent his time looking for any escape from dwelling on grief. Most recently had scaled a grand mountain in the frozen north, but even when his body reached absolute physical exhaustion his mind stayed consumed by Duke Feralt’s mysterious disappearance. It was upon the snow-drenched peak of the mountain, gazing upon one of the most beautiful sights his eyes had ever beheld, that he realized there was that would distract his mind from this grief.

So back to court in Caesonia, it was. A place filled with secrets ready to be uncovered. If there were answers to be gleaned this would be the place for it. Then word had reached his ears that for the very first time Alidasht would be in attendance, and so his fate was sealed. Leo would simply never miss his chance to be among the first to greet those from such a mysterious and exotic land. His thoughts were all finely focused on making the best possible impression; a good scrubbing to remove months of time in the wilderness, a trip to the barber, and a fine new suit for the occasion. He wore a dark shirt, dark gray trousers, new shoes, a red and gold embroidered vest, and a dark velvet coat with shiny gold buttons and embellishments on the sleeves that echoed his vest. He tipped his matching top hat at his reflection before heading off to the palace. Being late, after all, was far from the impression he wanted to make.

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He entered shortly after his mother, Dutchess Alice, and her, well whatever his mother’s mistress was these days, but Leo would be damned before he ever referred Valerie as a Dutchess. The pure joy that rolled off the pair as they danced was nauseating. Not because his mother had chosen a lesser as a companion, not even because his mother had chosen another woman, but the fact that she had chosen anyone at all and flaunted it in front of the entire court made him sick. His father had barely been gone a year, there were no assurances he was even dead, and it made such a display a slap in the face. Leo still grieved his father. Thea, no matter the brave face she wore or the lengths she went to in order to hide it, grieved too. All while his own mother couldn’t even be bothered to fake an ounce of grief for her own husband.

Thankfully before the anger and disgust could reach his face, the grand spectacle that was the entrance of the Alidasti began. A breathtaking procession of exotic flowers and animals proceeded the Sultan and his family as they made their way into the ballroom. Everything about them enthralled and enchanted, the show of wealth and power, the seemingly effortless confidence, and, of course, the beauty of these strangers. Then there was the most magnificent creature he’d ever seen, a massive dark and sleek cat who let out a roar that shook him to the core. Hope ol’ Lorenzo has not brought the ferret tonight. He thought because what now stood in the royal ballroom was clearly a beast who had perfected the art of the hunt.

Despite the burning curiosity, now was not the time to approach the foreign royals. Even as the son of a duke they outranked him by miles and Leo would show them no signs of disrespect. So he made his rounds around the room, bowing to those he ought to and exchanging pleasantries. For Leo servants were basically invisible until he wanted something and eventually he sent one to bring him a glass of wine. The feasting tables were currently far too crowded with lesser nobles, including a fellow who appeared to have put no effort into taming a horrendous cowlick atop his golden hair. He had no intention of being seen around that bunch and, glass in hand, he set off to find someone interesting to talk or dance with.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Aboard The Harem
Interactions: Tigerlily @Potter, Tesoro@Infinite Cosmos, Lizzie @Tae, Barboda @Alivefalling, Helio @princess, and a rival ship and her crew @FunnyGuy
Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives and a dagger strategically hidden, a spyglass, a wayfinder, pouch of amas, various jewelry.

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Nym prepared to fire the cannon just as he saw seven riflemen take up positions to fire upon the crew of The Harem. He ducked down, taking covering against the side of the ship just as the shots rang out. He took a deep breath as the briny air now mixed with the scents of gunpowder and blood, not just the enemies, but from some of his own crew as well. The sea herself then came to The Harem’s defense, a mighty wave struck the enemy and only reinforced his own belief that the sea really did love him as one of her own children. Nym didn’t waste any time to stop and take stock of whatever damage the gunshots might’ve done to the others, firing the cannon as Captain Lizzie shouted the order, then covering his ears as Tigerlily shouted an order of her own. The boom of cannons blasted forth just as Tigerlily let out her scream, a combination of sonic power, cannonball, and shrapnel was sent forth towards their enemy.

The bits of metal the cannon spat out would be enough to do damage to flesh and sail but would at least leave the enemy vessel intact. Nym hadn’t chosen this fight, Barboda had, it wasn’t necessary but since they were already in it he would be damned if he was going to risk life and limb and see nothing in return. The enemy had guns, supplies, and at least a few over there who had to have at least a few jewels and he hated to see a single piece of that possible loot go to waste if it could be helped. As far as the crew of The Harem went, all but Tigerlily were basically strangers to him, and if the siren was screaming she was still breathing, so he kept his focus on the enemy and if anyone was wounded they could tend to themselves. There had been a couple of demihumans looking ready to board The Harem a few minutes ago, so Nym drew his cutlass and prepared to greet them.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Myriamor Plaza
Interactions: Slick@FunnyGuy, Aurora@Mole, Champ the hourse
Equipment: The clothes on his back and a pouch of amas.

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Leaf found himself trapped between the two elves and feeling like a child caught between two squabbling parents. Slick wanted to gamble, Aurora didn’t want the group to separate. Leaf thought they both made sense and didn’t want to pick a side, but luckily Aurora was pretty crafty and quickly swung Slick to her side. Then he felt more like a third wheel as the two were basically flirting and-

Wait. Holy Shit. Were Slick and the other two, not elves? HUMANS? Leaf just sort of stood there for a moment, mouth ajar, as his mind ran circles piecing everything together. Before he had a chance to say a thing Slick was already back to fast-talking.

And speaking of Slick the little pixie’s goal of setting the man up with Sophie wasn’t going well because Slick was so wrapped in Aurora’s words that Slick even let the woman call him fragile. Leaf doubted many folks got away with something like that. So just like that swimming was decided as the group activity. Leaf still had no plans to dunk himself in a big pool of water so he shrugged and took the reigns of Champ the horse without complaint. He wasn’t about to stand in the way of romance between the human and elf by whining or playing the third wheel to some swimsuit shopping trip. Slick and Aurora went one way and Leaf headed off to attempt to bond with a horse.

Hold on. Slick probably wasn’t even a real bounty hunter! Leaf realized long after he and the cowboy had parted ways. He was starting to catch on as to why the man was called Slick.

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Time: Morning
Location: Avian City
Interactions: Yuka @princess, Aiko @CitrusArms, Xavier@Potter, Captian Verencia@Funnyguy
Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with 107 amas

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For a brief moment Orias starred at Yuka with a puzzled expression, then as he got the full picture of what she suggested, an army of birdwomen with ‘large bazooms’ distracting the dark elves, he chuckled. In a surprising stroke of good fortune just after they had discussed finding allies here a birdman approached, a Captian at that. While he was not someone high up enough to make a true alliance with he certainly could lead them to someone who was. Orias studied the man that introduced himself as Captian Verencia and asked them to hand over their weapons. Both Yuka and Xavier were quick to speak, Yuka being flirtatious and agreeable, while Xavier refused the request. He gave a nod of approval to Xavier, he didn’t like the idea of being disarmed any more than the other man did. He had no intention of allowing himself to be disarmed.

“Captian you have my word we will show no, unprovoked, aggression here. As representatives of the Sun Elf Kingdom, in a time of war, I hope you’ll respect our right, and need, to a means of defense, these are dangerous times after all. We had hopes of discussing an alliance between our kind,” he gestured to himself and Xavier, “And yours. The Sun Elf Kingdom would like to see Roshmi City sovereign again, and I’m sure you do not want these vermin beneath your door.” Orias spoke and as he did he moved forward, keeping his hands away from his sword, and addressing the Captain directly.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Lord Leo Smithwood

Try-Eddie Vedder

Leo Feralt Smithwood | 23 | Male

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Appearance

Height:
6’

Weight:
190 lbs

Eye Color:
Muted green

Hair Length/Texture:
Short/curly

Hair Color:
Red

Skin Color:
Fair complexion with a light tan

Facial details:
Faint freckles around his nose and cheeks.

Distinguishing features:
Many are quick to note how similar he looks to his father, a fact that Leo takes pride in.

Clothing Preferences:
Leo follows the trends of fashion, appearances matter greatly in noble court, and when dressed up he likes to ensure pops of some bright colors to ensure he noticed. He has a fine pocket watch that had once been his father's that he often carries with him as well.

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Psychology

Likes

-Nature
- Competition
- Thrill Seeking
- Games of chance and skill
- New experiance

Dislikes

- Boredom
- Losing
- Poor table manners
- Poor conversation
- The poor

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Hobbies:

-Hunting
-Socializing
-Travel
-Games of Chance and Skill
-Mountaineering

Life Goals/Dreams:
Leo would like to see as much of Eromora as possible, especially the exotic kingdom of Alidasht, a land he’s yet to set foot in. He’d also like to leave his mark on history, lead a remarkable life and a lasting legacy. Right now though, he dreams of finding out what happened to his father.

Fears:
Ending up in a marriage similar to his parents, one of constant contention and misery. That responsibility will one day hold him back from enjoying life and lead him into a life of stagnation and monotony.

Personality:
On the surface Leo appears fairly shallow, he places a great deal of emphasis on wealth, status, and appearances. How others perceive not only him, but his family, matters greatly. He plays his cards close to the chest, likes collecting secrets and strategically reveals those secrets to make his time in court a bit more interesting. He likes to stir up trouble, likes for life to be entertaining, and loathes boredom. He is mindful of what he says around those higher up than he, knowing the importance of having powerful allies. Around others, he is very much extroverted, while also appreciating time alone to recharge. When it comes to commoners, servants, and those he views as beneath him, Leo is generally not one to give them the time of day.

Beneath the surface, Leo cares deeply for those close to him. Though his temper is generally mild, hearing a bad word spoken about his family or a close friend is a sure way to set him off. He lacks patience, tends to be impulsive, and has an adventurous spirit. Leo holds himself with confidence, many would also say arrogance, and he rarely lets fear or nerves hold him back from anything he wants. Ambition drives him, he strives to prove his worth, seeking out friendships, and one day even a marriage, which will better his house and social standing. He is competitive, just as headstrong as his parents, and highly opinionated. A thrill-seeker with a neverending thirst for new experience and adventure.

Background

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Current occupation:
Heir of Stravy

Any past occupations?:
None

Relatives:
Father-Duke Feralt Smithwood
Mother-Dutchess Alice Smithwood
Sister-Lady Thea Smithwood

Skills:
Hunting, tracking, good with animals, endurance, charisma

History Summary:
Leo grew up wealthy and privileged in a house of constant turmoil. The only thing his parents could seem to agree on was their mutual disdain for one another. This was a constant source of stress for young Leo and he often took comfort in spending his time exploring the outdoors or with his many pets. He was always that child that just couldn’t keep still, he needed something to do, some new place to explore. He grayed the hair of just about every tutor and teacher he had and lessons in anything that didn’t interest him were often pushed to the side for something that did. He loved being outside, climbing trees, exploring his surroundings. Leo was drawn to activities like fencing, archery, and hunting, easily bored by lessons in mathematics or literature. History only interested him when they learned of warfare and battle, or to hear of far-off lands so very different from his home.

It was his father who noticed his love of the outdoors and who, when he had the time, took his son hunting. Leo always got along better with his father, idolized him, and tended to take his side during his parent's frequent arguments. His father was often busy, doing what a young Leo could only assume was important Duke work, serving king and country, work that simply had to be great and important. He never had a strong connection with his mother, maybe there were just too many headstrong types in one house, but inside his home was always a place of conflict and the outdoors were happy and peaceful.

When he was older all he wanted to do was get away, travel as much as he could, climb mountains and explore cities far from home, see the sunrise in as many new places he could find. A new horizon always offered more excitement, more possibilities. He always knew a time would come where he’d be saddled with too many responsibilities, just as he saw his father was, and he wanted to enjoy life for as long as possible. Finding out his father had gone missing was a devastating blow, and then to have his mother almost immediately go and shack up with some former servant only salted the wound. He had a void in his life, an endless string of unanswered questions, and he was alone in his grief and confusion.

Additional History-Leo gets a sister

When little Leo first found out he was getting a sibling he always assumed he was going to have a brother, and truth be told when he learned his parents had gone and had a girl he was a bit disappointed. At first. But the first time he held his baby sister and his father told him that he now had a very important job, of being a big brother, of looking out for his sister, he was thrilled. He’d never had any responsibilities before, and now he was trusted to help lookout for a whole person. Eventually, after what felt like forever, the tiny baby turned into a person and he finally had a sibling to play with, to go on adventures with, and life in the Smithwood household was a lot less lonely.

Leo never minded his sister tagging along with him, and when his parent’s constant arguments became too much he was always happy to find distractions for them both; things like hunting, horseback riding, climbing trees, or contests to see who could find the best rock. Despite his mother’s instance that many of their adventures weren’t suitable for a young lady, Leo never listened. He was always of the opinion that acting stiff and proper was all well and good for when they were at court or in the public eye, but the enjoyment of the natural world and the beauty it held was meant for anyone brave enough to seek it out.

After their father’s disappearance, Thea certainly seemed to change, but she remains one of the few people Leo doesn’t judge. Everyone grieves differently, youth is the time to figure out who you are, a little partying never hurt anyone; no matter the alleged antics of his dear sister, Leo always finds a way to excuse the behavior. At the end of the day, the first job his father ever trusted him with, to look out for his sister, remains his most important one.

Q & A

History

Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?

“It was a mixed bag, but I never wanted for anything really. My parents always fought, and, I realize my father was not an easy man to get along with, maybe not even a good man, but he was a good father. My mother, she's a bit of a perfectionist and I am far from perfect, but I wouldn't call her nurturing or neglectful.”

When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?
“The forest, nothing more peaceful than to be alone with the world and all its wonders.”

What were you like in your teenage years?
“Rowdy. Let’s just say I got into my fair share of trouble.”

How close are you to your parents?
“Decent relationship with my father, we went hunting, he gave me advice when I needed it, but I wouldn’t call us close. I only speak with my mother when necessary, but when I must I do my best to keep a civil tongue. She is still my mother after all.”

Do you have any trauma that haunts you?
“The loss of my father, after so much time I can only assume the worst, but it’s the not knowing, the unanswered questions, that haunts me. What happened? Did he suffer? Is he alive? And just between us, did my own mother have a hand in it? She certainly didn’t grieve much, in fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her happier. Wasted little time in shacking up with some servant girl. Can’t help but wonder.”

What advice would you give your younger self?
“Doesn’t matter, I wouldn’t listen.”

Were you an obedient child or defiant?
“Defiant, no quicker way to get me to do something than to tell me I can’t.”

What is your biggest regret?
“Mostly I don’t believe in regrets, but sometimes I wish I had a better, closer, relationship with parents. Both them. Maybe it would answer a few questions.”

Romance

Have you ever been in love?
“No, certainly not in the way poets describe it.”

What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.
“Someone I share common ground with, a friend. I think that matters more than love, or desire, a home should be a sanctuary, a place of peace. Can’t have that with someone you can’t stand.”

How do you display affection? What is your love language?
“Physically, or with gifts I guess. I’m no poet.”

Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?
“My very first kiss was at a ball my parents threw, a quick peck, and I believe the girl was a distant cousin. Nothing special. Now my first real kiss came later, and I guess the best word is awkward. Just a pair of kids who didn’t know what to do with our hands, or tongues, until our mothers found us and gave us both a scolding.”

Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?
“Certainly not, that’s lust, infatuation, and a bit more exciting than love if you ask me.”

What does marriage mean to you?
“It’s practical, to have two houses unite for power, wealth, status, and to bring about the next generation of nobles. Important, for society, a fine way for two families to better each other. Noble’s don’t marry for love, we have affairs for that.”

Are you currently crushing on anyone?
TBD

Do you ever consider having children in the future?
“Of course, how else would I continue my legacy, my name, my father’s name?”

Personality

Describe your ideal Sunday morning:
“Up before dawn, watching the sunrise somewhere new, maybe on a mountain top, or in the forest just before setting off for a boar hunt. Something like that.”

What kind of person do you aspire to be?
“Great. A man that history remembers, who leaves a legacy behind.”

What bad habits do you have?
“Several, where to start, my mouth gets me in trouble, my eyes get me in trouble, and despite that, I still go looking for more trouble. Got this habit of stirring people up, watching the drama, guess it makes me feel a bit at home. Chalk that one up to my childhood.”

If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?
“I’d be sure to be around the day my father disappeared.”

What is your greatest fear?
“A dull life of mediocrity for one, but worst of all to end up being the sort that marries a version of their mother. No thank you.”

What are your pet peeves?
“Anyone who chews food the way cattle do cud. And those without ambition, boring folk, and having to talk them.”

When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?
“Alone.”

Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?
“The latter is more civil, but a good fistfight is so much more fun. Guess it’s a draw.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Heir of Stravy

Try-Eddie Vedder

Leo Feralt Smithwood | 23 | Male

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Appearance

Height:
6’

Weight:
190 lbs

Eye Color:
Muted green

Hair Length/Texture:
Short/curly

Hair Color:
Red

Skin Color:
Fair complexion with a light tan

Facial details:
Faint freckles around his nose and cheeks.

Distinguishing features:
Many are quick to note how similar he looks to his father, a fact that Leo takes pride in.

Clothing Preferences:
Leo follows the trends of fashion, appearances matter greatly in noble court, and when dressed up he likes to ensure pops of some bright colors to ensure he noticed. He has a fine pocketwatch that had once been his fathers that he often carries with him as well.

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Psychology

Likes

-Nature
- Competition
- Thrill Seeking
- Games of chance and skill
- New experiance

Dislikes

- Boredom
- Losing
- Poor table manners
- Poor conversation
- The poor

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Hobbies:

-Hunting
-Socializing
-Travel
-Games of Chance and Skill
-Mountaineering

Life Goals/Dreams:
Leo would like to see as much of Eromora as possible, especially the exotic kingdom of Alidasht, a land he’s yet to set foot in. He’d also like to leave his mark on history, lead a remarkable life and a lasting legacy. Right now though, he dreams of finding out what happened to his father.

Fears:
Ending up in a marriage similar to his parents, one of constant contention and misery. That responsibility will one day hold him back from enjoying life and lead him into a life of stagnation and monotony.

Personality:
On the surface Leo appears fairly shallow, he places a great deal of emphasis on wealth, status, and appearances. How others perceive not only him, but his family, matters greatly. He plays his cards close to the chest, likes collecting secrets and revealing those secrets in a strategic manner to make his time in court a bit more interesting. He likes to stir up trouble, likes for life to be entertaining, and absolutely loathes boredom. He is mindful of what he says around those higher up than he, knowing the importance of having powerful allies. Around others, he is very much extroverted, while also appreciating time alone to recharge. When it comes to commoners, servants, and those he views as beneath him, Leo is generally not one to give them the time of day.

Beneath the surface, Leo cares deeply for those close to him. Though his temper is generally mild, hearing a bad word spoken about his family or a close friend is a sure way to set him off. He lacks patience, tends to be impulsive, and has an adventurous spirit. Leo holds himself with confidence, many would also say arrogance, and he rarely lets fear or nerves hold him back from anything he wants. Ambition drives him, he strives to prove his worth, seeking out friendships, and one day even a marriage, which will better his house and social standing. He is competitive, just as headstrong as his own parents, and highly opinionated. A thrill-seeker with a neverending thirst for new experience and adventure.

Background

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Current occupation:
Heir of Stravy

Any past occupations?:
None

Relatives:
Father-Duke Feralt Smithwood
Mother-Dutchess Alice Smithwood

Skills:
Hunting, tracking, good with animals, endurance, charisma

History Summary:
Leo grew up wealthy and privileged in a house of constant turmoil. The only thing his parents could seem to agree on was their mutual disdain for one another. This was a constant source of stress for young Leo and he often took comfort in spending his time exploring the outdoors or with his many pets. He was always that child that just couldn’t keep still, he needed something to do, some new place to explore. He grayed the hair of just about every tutor and teacher he had and lessons in anything that didn’t interest him were often pushed to the side for something that did. He loved being outside, climbing trees, exploring his surroundings. Leo was drawn to activities like fencing, archery, and hunting, easily bored by lessons in mathematics or literature. History only interested him when they learned of warfare and battle, or to hear of far-off lands so very different from his home.

It was his father who noticed his love of the outdoors and who, when he had the time, took his son hunting. Leo always got along better with his father, idolized him, and tended to take his side during his parent's frequent arguments. His father was often busy, doing what a young Leo could only assume was important Duke work, serving king and country, work that simply had to be great and important. He never had a strong connection with his mother, maybe there were just too many headstrong types in one house, but inside his home was always a place of conflict and the outdoors were happy and peaceful.

When he was older all he wanted to do was get away, travel as much as he could, climb mountains and explore cities far from home, see the sunrise in as many new places he could find. A new horizon always offered more excitement, more possibilities. He always knew a time would come where he’d be saddled with too many responsibilities, just as he saw his father was, and he wanted to enjoy life for as long as possible. Finding out his father had gone missing was a devastating blow, and then to have his mother almost immediately go and shack up with some former servant only salted the wound. He had a void in his life, an endless string of unanswered questions, and he was alone in his grief and confusion.

Roses and Daggers - Romance

Interested

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Myriamor-Plaza
Interactions: Slick@FunnyGuy, Aurora@Mole, Sophie@princess, Caelen@Alivefalling,
Equipment: The clothes on his back and a pouch of amas.

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Leaf nodded in agreement as Slick not only spoke highly of the Myriamor mix but went on to add that everything here was tasty. The young cat beamed with pride and his tail swished with excitement to hear Slick speak highly of Myriamor. Leaf held a deep love for the city he called home, it held few flaws, and when compared to anywhere else he’d been Myraimor bested all of them. Sophie and Caelen also seemed to be enjoying the city as well, and Leaf chuckled at Caelen’s slip up. If Alette was still intent on playing matchmaker the little pixie would have a lot more work to do.

“No offense to the elven kingdom but Myriamor is Avalia’s hidden gem, every day spent here is truly a special occasion and reason to celebrate. But if swimming and drinking aren’t your thing then I must also recommend the markets here, stocked with just about anything you can imagine, from shiny trinkets to the rarest of spices. Or The Grand Domed Greenhouse, a botanical wonder, not only a sight to behold but a delight for all the senses. After our friends have cooled off in the swimming hole, of course.” Leaf agreed that it was best not to split up the group too much but offered some suggestions he thought might appeal to the more reserved elf, Aurora.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: River Port-Beach
Interactions: Rus@Potter, Eris and “Valerie”(Raven)@Tae, Annya @princess
Equipment: 1 hunting knife, a flask of alcohol, a backpack, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs; skaula (8 grams) and zemak (a bit less than an ounce), rolling papers, and 191 amas.

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When given the choice between lounging around the beach and spending the day smashing slime with a mallet, Bowyn had found the choice an easy one. Despite the easy amas, running around getting splattered with slime guts in the sweltering heat was an easy pass. While this left him stuck with an elven princess and her cohorts at least Rue was there as well.

Bowyn had no idea what made the beach so appealing to others; the air had a foul tint of brine and fish, it was hot and even the occasional cool breeze only served to assault him with more of the ocean smell, and then there was the sand that covered everything. The beach was the complete opposite of home. His village where the ground was covered in soft, fluffy, snow, and the air was always crisp and clean. He couldn’t be entirely sure whether the nauseating feeling in his stomach was the foul beach air, the oppressive heat, or his own homesickness. Probably all three, but Rue looked so happy that Bowyn kept all his complaints to himself and managed to contort his face into a smile every now and then. He didn’t even mention the flying squawking rats that Bowyn personally found more of a nuisance than the slime, which was at least quiet.

As the slime day extermination began Bowyn only found himself more sure of his discission. Even from a distance the absolute fervor that swept the crowd as they mindlessly lost themselves in violence was a terrible sight. Sure, the slime was thought to be a mindless creature, but it was also harmless and just trying to follow its own simple nature. Only to be pulverized by others motivated by coin and given permission to unleash unbridled aggression. Most unsettling of all was how much easier the scene was to watch as he imagined the slime to be dark elves instead, and for the ooze to be blood splattering from slashed skin.

Bowyn’s upbringing had been entirely traditional by fae standards, taught to respect all life no matter how simple the creature. When an animal was slaughtered it was out of necessity, for food and survival, but respected even in its death. This was just slaughter for fun and profit, and it only reminded him of how eager he was to do the same to dark elves. Despite the unbearable homesickness that never faded, he knew he no longer belonged in his village. He was no better than those out there smashing slime, worse even, as dark elves were more complex than slime. He was sick, infected with the same rage and appetite for violence as the very race he hated. His home was no longer a place for someone like him.

With every smash of a mallet, he thought of how he would spend the rest of what remained of his life away from his home, far from the only place he wanted to be, and felt a dread so overwhelming it threatened to crush him.

Then there was Rue handing out seashells with a kind smile. He accepted his gift, grateful for a reason to look away from the slime slaughter. Bowyn turned and twisted the shell in his hands, eyes fixed on how it reflected the light of the sun and how at just the right angle the glittering sheen matched the faint lavender in Rue’s hair. Then Eris spoke up asking Annya about her plans, but phrasing it as if it were simply optional to share details with the rest of them.

“Or seeing as how many of us are offering to risk our lives in this elf conflict, feel free, obligated even, to share any grand plans.” He added after Eris had spoken. He had yet to see any evidence of these all-powerful humans the light elves were said to have. If they were following the wrong elf he’d rather know sooner than later.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Avian City
Interactions: Yuka @princess, Aiko @CitrusArms, Xavier@Potter
Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with 107 amas

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None of the stories or paintings of the Avian City did it justice; the small islands that floated above Roshmi City were more spectacular than he could’ve imagined. The magic that kept the city aloft was almost palpable in the air and, with reverence, he realized that up here he was now closer to Solaris than he’d ever been before. Closer to the sun, its warmth, its light, served to make the experience feel almost sacred. Orias was grateful that Yuka took the time to pause and let them enjoy the moment. He took the moment to close his eyes and turn his face towards the sun with the hope that channeling the light, closer than ever to its source, would be the spark needed to reignite his fading magic. His hands clumsily formed a small orb of light, a concentrated expression of his magic, that he released as an offering towards the sun, towards the mighty Lord Solaris.

Here the light of the sun was brighter, the magic around him felt stronger, and yet his own magic felt no different. It struggled to shine, an unworthy offering to a god so powerful one had to close their eyes to look in his direction. There was the thought that maybe more time here could leave him more fully restored, that there was some secret to his own magic to be gleaned in this city that floated closer to the heavens than any place below. And, he was here with near strangers, it would be so easy to simply part ways here and focus instead on taking in the magic that settled here and revitalizing his own power. He lingered on that thought, of staying in a place that felt hopeful and sacred.

But he’d been spared in the execution of princes, his fate passed to one who hadn’t deserved it, and to linger here would be an insult to that. Orias couldn’t spend the war thinking of himself while his sisters carried the burden of the fight down below. He wondered how the Avians kept perspective when everything down below looked so insignificant this close to the heavens. Based on the information from Yuka, the Avians were doing all they could to provide aid rather than secluding themselves in their floating sanctuary. Which lead his mind to another option, one that could at least leave them with a bit more time spent amongst the heavens.

“While we’re here, this is as good a place as any to make some allies, Avians have the reputation for being bold and noble, and clearly aren’t so willing to bow down before dark elves.” Orias suggested.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Aboard The Harem
Interactions: Tigerlily @Potter, Tesoro@Infinite Cosmos, Lizzie @Tae, Barboda @Alivefalling, Helio @princess, and a rival ship and her crew @FunnyGuy
Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives and a dagger strategically hidden, a spyglass, a wayfinder, pouch of amas, various jewelry.

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The sea began to grow agitated, Nym could feel it in the rocking of the ship, although the clouds had spoken of no storm on the horizon. The sea wanted violence, and she was the only god he bowed to, and her request would have to be honored. If Ardyn was lying in wait somewhere with another ship, as Lizzie expected, getting rid of this first ship seemed the best way to even the playing field. It was Barboda who first answered the call for violence, shooting the fairy from the sky, and filling the briny air with a hint of metallic blood. His nostrils flared taking in the scent, feeling the charge of excitement rush through him. The bit of magic his heritage granted him hardened his skin, no longer smooth but sandpaper course and tough enough to withstand a blade.

He didn’t wait to hear the end of Lizzie and Tigerlily’s conversation. As Tesoro ran off with a stolen dagger to wait for the enemy to board the ship, Nym took off towards the storage area for the powder and a firestarter. Upon his return, Nym caught sight of Helio who sprang up from the crow’s nest and shot an orb of dark energy at the enemy ship. Funny, he’d always thought that was a strictly dark elf sort of ability. And every second the fairy prince gets a little more interesting. He thought before he returned his focus to his own task of loading a cannon with grapeshot and preparing to fire it. He would wait for the right moment, when the rest of the enemy would emerge from the belly of their own ship, to ensure as much damage as possible. He had no guns, no crossbow, and no magic orbs to fire, so until the enemy boarded a cannon was his best bet.

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Time: Morning
Location: Myriamor-Bed and Breakfast
Interactions: Slick@FunnyGuy, Aurora@Mole, Sophie@princess, Caelen@Alivefalling,
Equipment: The clothes on his back and a pouch of amas.

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Leaf followed along with the group, eyes kept watchful for any sign of danger, believing this entire day was going to be a very long job interview with Slick, bounty hunter extortionate. And it was important to watch for danger as this group was made up of traveling companions that were friends with not just one, but two princesses. There was Sophie, owner of the pet pixie, who was an alleged excellent cook and sweet on Slick. Caelen, who did in fact smell a bit like zemak, which meant the pixie’s information was probably accurate. So he kept a healthy distance from Aurora, who Alette had claimed had contagious blindness and Leaf didn’t want to catch any strange elf illnesses.

He had, begrudgingly, admitted to Slick that not only had the pixie offered up much more information than he’d been able to gather, but what she said had checked out with the bits he’d overheard. So, even though he was a bit annoyed to be outdone by a pixie it was hard to hold any sort of grudge against Alette, especially after she flew off and returned with a fella offering drinks.

“Absolutely!” Leaf said to the man offering the colorful drinks. He didn’t think twice about enjoying the drink while technically working as Slick didn’t seem like the uptight sort. “A must-try during your visit here, if you want the full Myraimor experience.” He added before thanking the man with the drinks. Caelan mentioned playing games, which was entirely agreeable, and then swimming which sounded terrible. He’d already had his unfortunate tumble into a fountain earlier that day and he did not want to repeat the experience.

“Seeing as how I am not a catfish I’ll have to pass. But the oasis here is the finest water in all of Avalia.” Leaf said with his signature toothy grin. He found playing tour guide much more enjoyable than looking for orcs.

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Time: Morning
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Yuka @princess, Aiko @CitrusArms, Xavier@Potter
Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with 117 amas

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“Excellent. I’m ready to go.” Orias said, a bit surprised that they’d all come to a unanimous agreement so easily. He had no interest in lingering in Roshmi any longer than they had to; it would only make leaving harder and nothing he owned was worth risking a confrontation with dark elves. He would leave with what he carried with him, from the brief conversation Yuka had with a random man at the bar it sounded like dark elves were already making it hard to leave the city.

“A round of shots for the road.” He said, flagging down the bartender and gesturing to the group. Once they were poured he held up the small shot glass of liquid courage. “Here’s to Roshmi, and to us.” He said before downing the shot and hopping off the barstool.

“So what’s the plan Yuka? Got some potions that grant flight? A stash of hoverboards perhaps? Or, did you really snatch us up a dragon after all?” He asked, curious as to how she planned to get a group of four non-flying folks up to Avian City. At least, he had assumed none of them could fly, then again Aiko had the surprising ability to shapeshift. “Unless you can grow wings as well?” He added glancing at the shapeshifting fox.