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In Avalia 3 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Xenelith

Time: Morning
Location: Roshimi City
Interaction with: Terneus Andros@Dezuel


There were a thousand things Xenelith wanted to say. The truth for starters. But it would never resonate with someone like Terneus. A man so deep in his own delusion that only the end of the world could pull him out of it. However, that wasn’t the only thing he wanted to do. He pulled an inch of the blade out of its sheath, wanting to force the light elf’s hand. Something deep inside of him wanted to just bloody the man. To cut him down into pieces and make an example of him. Yet in the corner of his eye, he noticed his own troops gripping their own swords. They all looked ready to kill. They were outnumbered though. At best half would die. Xenelith pushed his blade back in and turned away from Terneus. He wouldn’t waste anymore words. Despite the fact that Terneus would no doubt either think or hurl any insult he wanted.

His troops, somewhat disappointed, turned with him and left. Some looked over their shoulders. Begging the Androsian Knights to charge them from behind with challenging looks. “We had your back sir.” One of the soldiers said. “You could’ve taken him. We would’ve stopped those damned knights.” Then another soldier chimed: “Yeah, we shouldn’t let him say those things. The Light Elves lost to us. Besides, he’s probably helping the rebels. You’d be doing our king a service.” Then one more voiced his thoughts: “He insults us, sir. We shouldn’t just let that happen. He needs to be taught a lesson.”

Keeping his rage down was a challenge for Xenelith. He had been keeping a straight face as his own troops were telling him how he should’ve acted. Yet when he knew he was well out of sight and earshot of Terneus he turned to the next soldier that was about to say something, pushed him against the nearest wall. Then he turned to the closest tree of the lane, stretched out his arm and gripped it with his power. His own shadow stretched out towards that of the tree. Black tendrils snaked upwards along the stem. As he tightened the grip with his hand, the bark dried out and the leaves lost their lust, green look. Crumpled, dried leaves began to fall off the tree. First, a few that were carried by the wind, then more, until all the leaves fell off. Leavening nothing but a withered, broken husk of a tree. He released his grip on the power. For a moment everyone looked at him in stunned silence while he caught his breath. He thought it would blow off steam. It didn’t. It just made the snake that coiled around his heart tighten. His gaze turned to the soldier he was still holding firm against the wall.

“If I had attacked, you would've die.” He turned to look at the other dark elves. “All of you would’ve died! And for what? Justice? Retribution? That vile piece of undeserved arrogance would’ve gotten a royal pardon just to keep the peace. Which needs to be kept now more than ever.” Yet he hated that fact. They couldn’t be in an all-out war with the Light Elves. Not now, when more and more fairies and demi-humans were rising up in defiance of the crown. Especially now that Risa rose up. The girl didn’t realize it yet but her last name carried power. The rumors would attract people. If she wanted, she truly could lead a grand rebellion. The Light Elves couldn’t be part of that. Still, something selfish nagged at him. Hoping his lighter kin would just pick up arms en mass. So they could finish what they started a century ago. “And for what? Some meaningless insults. What do you think your ancestors suffered through? They were beaten down every day and night. Not just by some meaningless lunatic! They were spat on by their own family! Their own parents!” He spat in the face of the soldier he was holding against the wall. The elf’s confusion turned into all-out blind rage. The soldier pushed back but Xenelith was stronger. “You feel that!? You feel that anger? That hate? That’s what those before you felt. Constantly! They couldn’t react. They couldn’t strike back. They swallowed it up. All of it. That’s what made them strong. Stronger than you or me.” The man calmed down yet Xenelith could still feel the blazing hatred from the elf’s eyes. “So I’m telling you now, swallow it. All of it. Now.” Slowly he released his grip from the elf. Who didn’t retaliate, though Xenelith knew well enough that he wanted to.

When he felt like the whole situation was sufficiently cooled down he went up towards the nearby railing overlooking a large lane stretching before him. The tree he had withered down stood beside him. “You think I am weak because I let him insult me. The truth is that every insult makes me stronger.” As fun as a hunt for Terneus would be, he wasn’t the prey. The rebels were. Everything in him believed the delusional governor was supporting the traitors. Yet there was no proof, only strong suspicion. "His time will come. Sooner rather than later." Meanwhile, the Princess was still running loose, gathering god knows how many supporters. He needed a way to flush her out. A message she couldn’t ignore.

Leandron step forwards from the row of soldiers. “We are willing to die for you, sir. We are willing to die for Dakka. For the Dark Elves. That’s why we are here. To defend our people.”

Xenelith chuckled. Such was the lofty ideals of youth. They always were willing to die for something. He missed that passion. In him that same fire had died long ago. “Then first be willing to live for it. Your corpse is little use to me. Live to kill another day.”

His mind trailed back towards the tree next to him. “If only I could wither the rebellion.” He said out loud. Then the idea entered his mind.

He looked back at the lane he was just overlooking. It was flanked by so many great, beautiful trees. “I need you to send a message.” He told his dark elves. “No more mercy. Rot the trees and tell the people we are coming for Risa Millina. Tell them the Dark Elves will not let Roshimi flourish until her blood runs in the streets. Wither it all for so long the traitors hide in this city.”

The Dark Elves grinned. “No more mercy.” They repeated. “Wither the trees! Roshimi will not flourish. Roshimi will not flourish!” They spread out, passing on the words. There were enough frustrated Dark Elves in the city to carry on the message. Xenelith returned to his railing overlooking the beautiful lane and plaza at the end of it. By the end of the day the trees would be barren like on Dakka. Brown, dried leaves would be carried by the gentle wind. Together with his message.
In Avalia 9 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Xenelith

Time: Morning
Location: Roshimi City
Interaction with: Terneus Andros@Dezuel


“You seem to be mistaken.” Xenelith responded with the fakest smile he could summon. “Your peers might call you lord, your subjects might. But these are not the light elf lands. Your blood, your family, your age, your self-proclaimed claimed beauty means nothing to me.” He explained matter-of-factly. “The only claim that counts is the same that I and my men make as well: servant to Aklenroth. In that we are equal. So I will take my liberty to call you by your name, Terneus.” He cast one more look at the knights and questioned what sort of warriors they truly were. If they never failed and never got beaten down into the ground, how good could they be? His attention turned towards his own men. He didn’t know them very well but he knew their stories. They were all the same. Taken from a young age. Trained in groups. Given too little to eat so they had to scavenge or steal. If they become too strong they were purposely put against a much older and much stronger opponent. All dark elves had their faces pushed in the cold mud or freezing water at some point in their lives. It made them strong and resilient. His eyes fell back upon the Androsian Knights. If they’ve never known failure then they were never humbled. Never taught how to learn from their mistakes. These knights were given everything and Xenelith despised them for it.

But then his eyes fell back on Terneus. His claims began to ring hollow, like lies or fantasies. Xenelith could try to contest the fact that he never lost but it would like talking against a tree. He took solace in the truth: Terneus had lost a century ago. For a hundred years he has been losing. It was Aklenroth’s mercy that spared his and his kind’s life. What truly drove home just how delusional he was, was his belief that he could make winning a war beautiful. It made Xenelith question if the narcissist actually knew what beauty was. The feeling was not beyond Dark Elves. Many believed the couldn’t understand things like beauty, kindness or happiness. He knew that better than most just how wrong that was.

His thoughts, for an instant, wandered. A dark force suddenly took hold and pull up a memory. For a moment it flashed through his senses. The could smell the winter wind. He saw the blanket of snow covering the rocks of Dakka and a few barren trees. Halastra hung lonely in the heavens, coating the whole vision in a pinkish glow. And the last fateful words he heard: “I love you.”


Pain suddenly swelled up from his heart. Like a ram had charged into his chest. He clutched where his heart should be, feeling it aching. For a moment he could barely breathe. His mind wrenched back control of his memory and buried it deep as he grimaced in pain. As soon as he was overwhelmed he recovered again. The pain lingered but he ignored. Never the less, he realized he had shown weakness.

He would’ve been content to let Terneus pretend he was in control. He could bear the insults and ignore any orders given. But now he had shown weakness, and that just would not do. “Though I must say that your skill is legend, Terneus.” Xeneltih said as his hand slowly gripped the hilt of his still sheathed blade. “You may not know this but your martial prowess is quite the talk in Dakka. How about a friendly duel. To see if the tales hold up.”
In Avalia 11 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Xenelith

Time: Morning
Location: Roshimi City
Interaction with: Terneus Andros@Dezuel


“There’s no need to forgive me. I’m well aware of who you are.” Xenelith set, throwing Terneus a sly smile. “Son of Ahlduss and Ilani. Brother to Isarin and Excelas. Names on graves now, all of them. That’s all that remains of your prestigious family. Which means you’re the last of your bloodline and, a hundred years ago, the heir of it.” Xenelith was smiling on the inside though. He got the governor by surprise. Terneus didn't even know his name. He had to ask his own commander what it was. Yet he knew everything there was to know about the Light Elf governor.

Xenelith moved away from Terneus now and walked passed the Androsian knights, inspecting them one by one. “You’re quite right though. It is a terrible shame that once again people rise up in rebellion. Though you are mistaken. This mess is not of my making. I’m merely sent here to clean it up. You must’ve missed me in the River Fairy Kingdom too, Terneus. I killed a traitor in the middle of their political center and captured nearly a dozen more. It would also seem you’re lacking knowledge of the enemy. But I recognize a loyal servant when I see one, so let me share it with you. The woman you’re searching for is Risa Millina. She’s from the royal bloodline of the River Fairies. Not the first of that family to rise up against law and land. She’s accompanied by another fairy and a fox demi-human.”

Certain Dark Elves would’ve thought he was giving a suspect of treason too much information. Xenelith had settled his mind years ago on whether or not the governor was a traitor. What Light Elf would bend the knee but not turn into the perfect servant for the Lich-King: a Dark Elf? The suspicion was only reinforced by the fact that Terneus decided to leave the Light Elf village a week ago to head for the River Fairy Kingdom, only to travel down to Roshimi next. Following the trail of Risa. In true Dark Elf fashion, Xenelith had already crafted the most disgusting plan Terneus no doubt had. No doubt the man would want to marry Risa in some sickening bid to combine the Light Elves and the fairies against Aklenroth. Only something truly deranged like an old Light Elf could come up with such a plan. Luckily he had prepared for that and right now, he wasn’t oversharing what he knew. He was dangling a carrot.

“You insult me, Terneus.” Xenelith said. “Quite frankly I couldn’t care less if we smell like orcs to you. I've known orcs that could rip an elf in two. They are strong warriors.” He turned to face Terneus again while standing in front of the last Androsian knight. “You insult me and our great king with the state of your men. Look at them.” He outstretched a hand, motioning the perfectly clean-shaven, tended, washed Light Elf knight, wearing highly polished, silvered plate armor and not even a spat of mud on their boots. “No wear, no tested metal. Your men lack scars and avoid mud. I bet you make them duel against each other alone. In a true war they might be of value, but not here. Not for this. Rebels will hear them coming from a mile away. No this will not do at all.” He took a step back to observe the force as a whole and shook his head. “Terneus, I insist that we join forces. At least for a few days. Perhaps your men could learn a thing or two from us. Like how to win an war and instead of a beauty contest.”
I'm interested too and I'd go with Jinrai tbh.
In Avalia 18 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Xenelith

Time: Morning
Location: Roshimi City
Interaction with: Terneus Andros@Dezuel


Last week

For three days the River Kingdom had been in a tense state. Rumors spread quickly about the burning houses. Some said the Millinas were plotting a coup together with the Sycamores. Others said they were taken without reason so Aklenroth could eliminate those with power in the region. Xenelith let the rumors brew for two days before he made his move. Rather unannounced he barged into the River Kingdom’s political center while it was in full swing. All the benches were filled when the doors threw open and Dark Elves moved inside. The clamor did not die down. Not even when Xenelith walked up to the stage. He allowed it to go on for a few more seconds before he spoke. “Why am I here!?” He said, raising his voice for a moment. The clamor died down. “why am I here?” he repeated, this time softer. “Have we not giving you all we could give? Peace? Self-governance? Freedom to do as you please? Much have we given! We who owe you nothing.” He glared at some, but not all fairies before him. “By now you will know what I speak of. Traitors to the king. To the peace, we’ve so long sought to maintain. The vilest, most selfish breed of criminals.” His eyes turned from the fairies to his fellow Dark Elves. “They walk here now. Among us. Plotting to kill us, take our power and send us back to whence we came!” The room exploded. Dark Elves rose up from their seats. Shouting their opinions, swearing their allegiances once more and vowing to kill every last rebel they find. Xenelith let them rage for a minute. Such was the power of their emotions that shadows grew larger and darker. “Never I tell you! Never will I let that happen!” Xenelith continued. Embolden by the crowd. “We have suffered for this world! We have fought for it! We will fight for it again and again! For as long as is needed!” The Dark Elves rose from their seats in applause.

Xenelith basked in it. He let it go on for a minute. Some fairies joined in. Though not all. Finally, he raised his hand to calm everyone down. “Do not despair my friends. For fight I have done indeed. Yet it is not my hand alone that wields the blade. There is still loyalty in this world. There are still those who understand the truth: the rebels cannot win. These brave men and women allow us to be one step ahead of these traitors at all times.” He raised his hand towards the furthest Dark Elf on the other side of the chamber. Who opened the door he was guarding. Two more guards dragged in an elderly female fairy. Her wings were clearly torn and her face beaten. “Behold! The fruit of their labor. The vilest of criminals.” The fairies would recognize the woman instantly. She was a well-known figure in the healing center. Wise and kind, even the animals came to her if they were wounded. More importantly, she was a mentor to many accomplished healers. “For years she spread her poison amongst your children.” Xenelith declared as he looked down upon the fairies. Then he turned to his fellow dark elves again. “Look upon her now my friends.” He took her by the hair and raised her bruised and swollen face towards the rows of dark elves. Instantly the chamber grew a little darker and shadows a little longer. “This is the face that wants to kill you. That wants to take away your life. That wants to banish you to Dakka again.” He threw her face against the hard, stone floor. “Will you let that happen!?” He yelled out.

“No! No! No!” As the Dark Elves yelled their unified response, the room grew darker still. Any light was being pushed back.

“No!” Xenelith joined in. “We will not!” He pulled his own blade. “For a century we talked. We listened. I say enough is enough! We will not sit idly by as cowards’ blades inch closer to our lives! The time for diplomacy is over! Now is a time for action! For deeds! No more mercy!”

The crowd joined him, chanting: “No more mercy.” As he raised his blade and let it fall down onto the crippled woman beneath him. Her death caused an uproar in the benches. With the tip of his blade still bloody he marched out of the room. The peace they had given was over. Civil unrest would soon fully grip the River Fairy Kingdom. Fueled by the names of those branded rebels. Though curiously the Sycamore family was never charged. That night Xenelith and his prisoners took an Amoras from the River Kingdom and headed for Roshimi.


Xenelith was wide awake long before the sun rose. He was meditating and preparing for the day ahead. It was a method he had developed over the last few decades. Dark Magic was fueled by your own emotions. Agony, hatred, sadness. It all culminated into more power. So every dawn he confronted himself with his own worst memories. Now he had one more. The killing of his wolf. It was a weapon now. A way to make his power just a little stronger still. Yet he could feel the sickness rising in his body. His mortal form couldn’t cope with such pain every day. His hair had already begun to wither. He opened his eyes and looked at his hand. The weakness of his own flesh began to disgust him. The sweet siren song of Lichdom called him once more. Perhaps someday Aklenroth would deem him worthy.

A guard opened the door to his chambers as the sun came over the horizon. “Sir. Sycamore is ready at the gates.” Xenelith gave him a nod of acknowledgment. Moments later the commander approached Dionaea’s father. The man looked tired and hungry. His skin looked untouched but pale, thought that was because his own daughters were allowed to heal him before he left. Lotus should have had hollow eyes. Eyes of a broken man. Yet he didn’t. Xenelith recognized the spark. “Remember, bring her to me. Your family already suffered enough because of Risa’s fantasies. Your children shouldn’t keep paying the consequences. Bring her to me and your family will be saved.” The gate opened up behind Lotus. The Dark Elves had been stationed in a villa complex in the middle of Roshimi. It was a beautiful place and allowed quick access to the main roads. Lotus just released the grip and moved into the streets of Roshimi.

An hour later Xenelith himself marched into the city as it began to awaken properly. The Light Elf governor was an interesting figure. Old enough to perhaps have known the banishment first hand. Yet ironically he became a servant of Aklenroth. All Dark Elves despised all Light Elves, but few were more hated than Terneus. Gossips of his antics spread far and wide. He was, after all, the perfect Light Elf. Haughty, arrogant, privileged. How hard could it be that his entire kind was like him? It also made him a prime suspect whenever and wherever some rebels appeared. Though he had never been caught. Well, that was until he decided to come to Roshimi.

Xenelith and his troops turned the corner just in time to hear Terneus’ last words of his rant.

"I, whose only crime in this world is to have been born beautiful..."

The whole band stopped in their tracks. Momentarily stunned as if the cheer arrogance had formed a club and hit them. The gossips were wild about him but to see such extravagant ego in the flesh, it was literally stunning.

“Beautiful? I’ve seen owlbears on Dakka more beautiful than him.” Leandron whispered, perhaps a little louder than what was courteous. Everyone had to suppress their laughter.

“Terneus Andros.” Xenelith called out to announce his own presence. He deliberately left out the title. “Commander Fledrin.” He continued, giving the Light Elven commander a curt bow. “What a surprise to find such an honorable servant of Aklenroth here, in times like these. Are you here to offer me your aid in search of the rebels?”
In Ossvien 22 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Aharuhn Seasworn

Time: Dawn
Location: Parlay Cay
Interacting with: Katurah@Tae, Aodh@Helo & Nür@dreamingflowers
Aharuhn looked wide-eyed at Katurah, though he didn’t release his grip, as she explained how she ended up joining. What a horrible twist of fate. What a terrible destiny she just subscribed to. The Sea Witch didn’t care for the tears. They were a woman’s daggers. Aside, of course of actual daggers. Though he guessed the catgirl never held a weapon in her life. How she never stumbled in the dark alleys of Parlay Cay is beyond him. Still, after she explained he could not help but laugh. Right as Aodh arrived. For a solid fifteen seconds, he could not stop laughing right in Katurah’s face. “You are so doomed. So doomed! Play the tunes, little cat! Play like the fates! Play and play like the wind! Play until we bleed!”

Then, as quickly as he began laughing he stopped and he turned to Aodh. For a Djinn, the man strangely disregarded the walls full of glyphs. Or perhaps he could not see them. It was something worthy of a test but in the future. “Go with the Djinn.” Aharuhn told Katurah as he waved his hand to leave in a very annoyed manner. “I’ve got omens to tame.” He said as he already turned his back towards the two. They were no longer important. His senses did not alert him of Katurah. She was no treat. Yet. But now he couldn’t really care about them or if they left. Instead, he began grabbing charts, scrolls, and books. With audible thuds, these heavy scriptures fell upon his central table. For a good few minutes, he just looked at the books and scrolls. Then he threw them all against the wall. None of them held the answer. The glyphs were something different. Something hidden from the sea, by the sea. They taunted him in his cabin. Like eyes looking down upon him. Laughing at his own incompetence. Laughing at his weakness. Too much, it was too much. He swallowed his pride and grabbed a piece of paper. His inkwell was gone, either shattered on the ground or just in a cupboard somewhere. He couldn’t wait though. He took his Kris and cut straight across his finger. The incision wasn’t deep but it was long. With blood flowing like a pen he began to draw some of the glyphs.

With the paper in hand, he headed for the deck. His cabin was closed by the intricate locking mechanism. Every step he took he hated. After what felt the hardest ten meters in his life he arrived near Nür who was tending to some sailor. “Leave the fool. He’ll puke his guts out for another three days. After that he either falls overboard or gets his bearing.” Or so was Aharuhn’s opinion. He did not care for human physiology. “Leave. Now.” He told the sailor, then he turned his attention to Nür again. “Can you read this?” He asked as he shoved the paper in her hand.
Aharuhn Seasworn

Time: Dawn
Location: Parlay Cay
Interacting with: Katurah@Tae
Aharuhn kept trailing the sigil with his fingers. Trying to glean its meaning from the touch, as he had done before. Nothing came to him though. Not the faintest memory. He was about to jump up and delve in his papyrus mind. His cabin was home to books you could not find in any respectable establishment, and some scrolls you couldn’t find anywhere else in the world. But he was interrupted. By the new girl. Gears in his mind suddenly clicked. Things began to fall in place. From seemingly nowhere he pulled a Kris and rushed towards the girl, giving her no time at all to react before he grabbed her by the arm. The point of his serpentine dagger gently pushed against the soft spot under her chin. A wide-eyed Aharuhn looked her in the face, examining her and everything about her. Despite everything, he felt as if her sincerity was genuine. The sea-witch always followed his guts. Its what kept him alive. A moment passed, he didn’t say anything. Then, slowly, he lowered his Kris.

“Who send you?” he asked. “Was it that old hag Nesa Zurr? Or was Madame Toussemente? Is she controlling you now? Are you a puppet!?” he yelled at her as he shook her. “No, she would’ve noticed. She wouldn’t have let you on board.” He said out loud, more to himself than anyone else. Sane people would assume the Madame wouldn’t let her onboard. In reality, he was speaking about the ship. “Could it be? Is Hallenruth finally seeing sense?” He said with a crazed smile. “Did he give you anything? A statuette or a pendant? No, no I would’ve seen it! Great Inéka I would have seen it! Why did I not see it!?” He yelled and shook her again. He never gave her time to answer any of the questions he posed. All possibilities were whipped away from his mind. All impossible. All were prepared for. Nobody could take him. Not on the Mermaid’s Fortune. “Who told you to board this ship!?” He snapped, directing everything towards her now. “Who told you to walk on the Fortune’s deck!?”
Aharuhn Seasworn

Time: Dawn
Location: Parlay Cay
Interacting with: Nobody
Nur got the same stare from Aharuhn as Katurah. Of course, the old man was quite fond of the feminine figure and one was always walking around on the Fortune. For whatever reason she had stayed with the crew. Much to the old sea-witch’s enjoyment. Quite coyly he waited for whatever insult she would throw at him. They were usually so creative and Aharuhn quite liked the attention. Instead of insults though, he could an unfinished sentence. Which somehow hurt more than any offense Nur could throw at him. Quite defeated he watched the two women leave.

“It involves so much blood.” He said, absent-mindedly about how the cat-girl would die. Though with the next sea breeze the thought vanished out of his head. They were out of earshot anyway. Though Oadh was. Never the less, out of sight out of mind. Aharuhn walked away, towards the bow of the ship to watch across the sea. A favorite passed time. Sometimes he would try to read the ripples in the water. Not that they often told him anything. Fate was as changing as the currents. But as his eyes scanned the horizon, something far away looked his way too. Across the horizon and the wide ocean, beyond stone islands and sun-kissed beaches, beyond mists and storm something connected with the sea-witch on a level most would never understand. Not even Aharuhn fully understood what just happened. A cold breeze blew over him and a shiver travelled down his spine. His hands began to shake. Then he heard it: whispers. Soft but all around him. He turned around, trying to see who was speaking. No one was around him. He heard it again. Again he turned around. “Who’s there?” he said, seeing if whatever was speaking would react. The whispers faded for a moment then continued.

The old Sea-Witch grabbed an amulet from his pocket. It was a clay circle with a cross in it. With several runes carved into it. He broke it with both his hands. “Spirits be gone.” He said to himself, as he let the clay fall on deck. For a moment the whispers subsided and the old sea-witch felt at ease. Sea spirits could never take a witch as accomplished as him. That fact made him prime prey for them though. Still, he had dealt with them before and he did so again. For a moment he closed his eyes and tried to calm his heart down.

Then the whispers returned. “No.” He said to himself as he looked down. Frantically he dropped down and grabbed the pieces of the amulet as the whispers continued. He had to have made a mistake. Perhaps he forgot a rune. How else could it fail? For a moment finding his error was more important than anything. Yet the whispers carried a sense of urgency. They would not be denied. Foreign thoughts entered his mind. Angered by his failure he smashed the already broken pieces on deck and rushed towards the cabins. He busted through the doors, slamming them into the walls. The sea-witch didn’t care about many things. The distance from the deck was the least of his worries. What he cared more about was that his cabin was absolutely sealed. Behind the normal looking door was a wall full of locking mechanisms. Made with gears, coils, hourglasses, chains, weights, candles, and other strange creations. Some more arcane in nature than others. Most of the time Aharuhn cherished the safety. Now he hated it as he pushed the strange key into the hole and turned the three-tiered, runic circles to open the door. When the door finally opened he slammed that one wide open too.

To his dismay there was nothing to write upon at the ready. Parchment and ink were stowed away before he left. Yet the whispers continued to intrude on his mind. Threatening to overtake him. In his despair he grabbed a knife and began to carve away at the wooden walls.

He chipped away at the wood. When he finished a figure, his mind allowed him but a moment to observe the strange glyph he had carved before he continued with another. The glyphs were chaotic. Some were elegant and flowing, others clear cut with sharp corners. The sequence of them was impossible to find. The glyphs were carved in chaos. Spread across all three available walls of Aharuhn’s cabin. There was no clear beginning or end. No way to discern which one goes before another. When the final glyph was carved the whispers vanished.

Only now did Aharuhn notice that his door was still open. Something he would’ve never allowed. For his cabin was filled with his secrets and Nur was of the nosey sort. Yet he couldn’t care. Not in the face of such indiscernible mystery. His memories failed him. He could not at all recall what sound the whispers made. Only that they were there. All around him the glyphs seemed to look down at him. But he didn’t know what they meant, or even what they were. He collapsed on his knees, exhausted, and trailed his fingers over one of the glyphs. “What…are you?”
Aharuhn Seasworn

Time: Dawn
Location: Parlay Cay
Interacting with: Adrielle Draegen & Katurah@Tae

How could he ever have resisted such adventure? When the Captain announced their next destination the old Sea-Witch was positively ecstatic and giddy with laughter. It probably didn’t help retain the crew. A laughing Aharuhn meant intensity of any kind. He had bellowed with laughter in the middle of a storm and skipped steps right before they found wonderful treasure. But with the trip heading towards Shadowmount Isle, most saw the happiness of Aharuhn as trouble. Ever since they made port the old man had been nowhere near a pier. He has been everywhere else though. Reading fortunes while drunk in bars, sleeping with women of low repute and gambling amongst the pigs. His few days and nights on shore was a bacchanal of sin and indulgence. And now he had returned. Ready to once more take up his duties as Sea-Witch onboard the Mermaid’s Fortune. And fortune he had brought it. His cot, sealed since he left it through exotic mechanisms and taboo magic, was filled to the brim with maps of treasure of any kind.

Bleary eyed, exhausted but floating on a substance (what substance exactly he failed to remember) induced cloud he boarded the ship. “Ah, she missed me!” He exclaimed with a sigh as his bare feet touched the wood of the ship. He turned his gaze towards Adrielle. “Cap’n. She’s yearning. Let cast her off. We must sail!” he exclaimed. Though his attention changed like the wind. Ah, Malek throwing insults again. How typical. Aharuhn basically lived on the bad side of Malek. Though whom he was insulting was far more interesting. He approached the completely out of place demi-human, guessing she was new. “Such beauty.” He said, examining her as only a man could. “Do you want to know how you’ll die?” It was Aharuhn’s favorite thing to do to new crew members. Often times he was wrong, Though sometimes he was exactly right.
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