Legion02

Avalia

Xenelith

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

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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.

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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?”

Ossvien

Aharuhn Seasworn

Time: Dawn
Location: Parlay Cay
Interacting with: Katurah_@Tae, Aodh_@Helo & Nür_{@dreamingflowers}

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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.

Ossvien

Aharuhn Seasworn

Time: Dawn
Location: Parlay Cay
Interacting with: Katurah_@Tae

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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!?”

Ossvien

Aharuhn Seasworn

Time: Dawn
Location: Parlay Cay
Interacting with: Nobody

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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?”

Ossvien

Aharuhn Seasworn

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

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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.

Avalia

Xenelith

Time: Late Morning
Location: Near the River Kingdom
Interaction with: O'Ner_@Eviledd1984, Umber_@FunnyGuy, Jack_{@Alivefalling} and Azriel_@Tae

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Xenelith paused rather reluctantly for O’Ner. He was anxiously walking around the pyre he built. Fire already burned on a torch in his hand, ignited by the firepit. “You won’t find anything. I’ve been thorough.” He said, trying to convince O’Ner to leave the home so he could reduce it to cinders. The longer they had to wait, the more something with Xenelith wanted him to not just burn the house. The whole forest should be consumed. Rotted and burned. Leaving the fertile fields for Dakka to cultivate. He suppressed it for now. Luckily both O’Ner and Xenelith’s attention was diverted by Jack’s arrival. All his comrades seemed to be on edge by his presence. Even his own pets were on guard. Xenelith was not. Though before he spoke he tossed the torch inside the house. The oil he had gathered from lamps and what not instantly ignited. Carrying the flame across the pyre and even to the walls.

Then his attention came back to Jack. Only now did Xenelith notice the corpse he was carrying. It was mangled horribly. A killer already? That was useful. So few people had a stomach for murder. Most found it to be an acquired taste and Xenelith had no time to teach. “One dead human already. Impressive.” The calm words of Xenelith soothed his beasts. Ferra, who stood over Jean with her claws extended, ready to charge and pounce, settled down onto her snack again. The wolves who bolted for the shadows and had secretly surrounded Jack slowly trot back into the clearing. Though they kept their distance from Jack. “Tell me, how many have you killed before?”

Ossvien

Aharuhn Seasworn

Aharuhn ⋆ 52 ⋆ Male ⋆ Witch

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Appearance

Height:

6'0"

Weight:

175 lbs

Hair Color:

Withered white

Eye Color:

Deep-sea blue

Skin Tone:

Caucasian

Brief appearance description:

At first glance one would think Aharuhn exclusively dresses in sea-stained rags. And they are right about that. The Sea-Witch doesn’t care much for clothing. For supposed modesty’s sake he’ll wear the weathered robes. His beard and hair are, however, exquisitely braided and combed. On his gnarled fingers fingers he’ll have several silver and gold rings. They either contain strange stones that some would claim to glow at night, or odd marks and seals. Shell-like jewelry hangs from his neck but he often switches it up.

Many who have seen him without clothes often ask about the black tattoo covering his entire back. It’s an intericate thing and composed of many different styles that somehow blend into a uniform appearance. Travelled tattooists might note a few distinct styles for natives from one far flung island or another. The meaning behind the tattoo is so far unknown as Aharuhn doesn’t really talks about it.

Wise ⋆ Disturbed ⋆ Lustful ⋆ Greedy

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Ancient wisdom
* The Endless Ocean
⋆ Mysteries
* Any strong alcohol
* Women of low morality
* Men of lower morality

Dislikes:

⋆ Simpletons
⋆ Laws
⋆ Land if he's on it for more than 3 days

Fears:

⋆ To drown forever
⋆ Be chained on land
⋆ Forget all he knows

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Personality:

Aharuhn can sometimes be seen as an exceptionally loud, excentric, slightly deranged man. At best he is simply bad at reading social clues, at worst he straight up doesn’t care. He enjoys the presence of others greatly. Ranging from those he deems equal down to the “curiously stupid”. Though he hates simpletons. Those who hold on to their simple lives, afraid to let go and jump into the vast ocean of things they cannot even start to understand. Aharuhn is not a selfless person. He is known to simply take what he wants, from whoever he wants. Sometimes literally to cause a problem. Never the less he understands when it is time to cause a ruckus and when to share his spoils and knowledge. He is not a good or kind person though. When it comes down to, he’ll sacrifice whatever he needs to save himself. Even his own daughter, if he had one. Or did he?

He has a violently bad temper. Often bursting out shouting over the slightest detail or the most imagined slight. He’ll curse and shout and punch whatever material thing he can find. Though as quickly as his temper flares, it calms down again. Never expect an apology though. Aharuhn is an incredibly impatient man when it comes to the acts of man. No message can be delivered fast enough. No man can run fast enough to his likingness. All canons should’ve been loaded three day ago and the deck should’ve been scrubbed three hours before you begin. Yet when they’re out of sea he will not quip about the calm winds or a bird’s message being late. He is as patient as need be with nature. Aharuhn’s reaction thoroughly depends on how much he cares about the situation. Are you encountering an island that’s not on the map? Aharuhn will be at the tip of the ship in an instant, crawling over the bow to get just inches closer before you can say “land in sight”. Yet the man’s been known to slowly drink his tea while the ship’s being shot.

Aharuhn is far from a cunning bastard. He is very smart though and guards his magical secrets closely. But when it comes to politics and maneuvering, he’s terrible. He’s even worse with words. Don’t expect him to give a rousing speech of glory. He’s just as likely to laugh about the imminent doom of all onboard. He got a great sense of pitch-black dark humor though. It is then, quite obvious that Aharuhn is absolutely off his rocks. Some would say he’s been on the sea for too long. Others say he has stared too deep in the ocean’s depth and saw something looking back. Others just say his mind got scrambled after a previous crew dragged him across the hull. His energy levels oftentimes spike when interest or inspiration hits. Though other times he moves as slow as he wants to.

Traumatizing ⋆ Rich ⋆ Spellbound

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Background

Occupation

Sea-Witch

Which ship are you on?

Mermaid's Fortune

Living Immediate Family Members:

Serina Kalas - Estranged sister

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Mermidia of the Halikasus Isles - Mother
Nahasus Kalas - Father

Current and Past Lover(s):

Actual love? None. Lovers? Too much.

History:

Few can pinpoint where Aharuhn came from or if his claimed name name is even his real name. Never the less, Aharuhn has always been somewhat of a mystical figure in the pirate port of Parlay Cay. At the time he was believed to be a mad but powerful warlock, capable of foretelling the future, finding treasure with his mind’s eye and even summoning storms. He wasn’t respected though, as the inns were rife with gossip. But he was feared for he could make things happen no captain would want. It is not exactly known if Captain Draegar asked him to come with her or if he simply offered his services and she accepted them. Never the less one day the man stood on the Mermaid’s Fortune’s pier and boarded the ship as if he had always been part of the crew.

Sea Magic ⋆ Magic in general ⋆ Terrible at physical fights

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆ Suprisingly precise with knives

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆ Physically old
⋆ Quite slow

Magic or ability (if applicable):

Aharuhn's magical ability cannot be overstated. Born a witch, he grew up learning the traditional methods of casting spells. However, during his life he gathered a lot of knowledge some would deem forbidden. Joined with his constant accumilization of magical resources and innate magical ability, Aharuhn's greatest power is in scrying, illusion and control of the sea. Though his powers are not always so controlled as any captain would want it.

Avalia

Xenelith

Time: Late Morning
Location: Near the River Kingdom
Interaction with: O'Ner_@Eviledd1984 and Azriel_@Tae

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Daydream

Xenelith stood amongst the other warriors of his throng. On the side of the street, the numerous Dark Elves of Dakka had gathered in the depth of the night. Halastra shone brightly. Tonight she overpowered her traitor-sister. An omen, no doubt. The Witch-Moon was watching. Xenelith looked up, at the sky. At twenty-five, he wasn’t certain if he would amount to anything important. Yet tonight he felt the eyes of his goddess upon him. In her darkness, the light of stars dimmed and the candles shrunk in fear. The faint purple light casted long an dangerous shadows across the frozen city. The procession was not silent. Xenelith could hear the soft chanting of the priestesses and the rhythmic beatings of the war drums. A slow and rumbling sound. Before them the coffin of Lord Valkaen was carried. The Dark Elf Lord had spearheaded what many considered the ascension of Dark Elves within Avalia. Cowards from beyond the island had come to kill him and they succeeded. It facilitated something nobody could’ve predicted. The streets were choked with grief and anger. Even amid the gentle chanting Xenelith could feel the seething of the people. The Dark Gift's power flowed freely tonight. They only needed someone to direct it.

Xenelith, atop a hunting Ferra shook himself away from the daydream. The day hunt felt different than the one at night. His wolves weren’t hunting, they were having fun. Chasing O’Ner was more a game for them than an actual chase. It would take a seasoned hunter from Dakka to realize that though. None of Risa’s gang probably killed a deer before tonight, so he didn’t care. Fera was a lot more focused though. Then suddenly everything changed. His wolves stopped to sniff the air, then bolted in various directions. The howling began. Now they were serious.

Moments later and the Dark Elf Hunter knew why. He jumped off Ferra in time before she pounced upon the decapitated body of Jean. With her claws she was quick to tear open the tabard and chain mail. For a split second, there was absolute carnage. Then she simply laid down and began to nibble the savaged body. Like it was a toy. From the shadows of the trees the three wolves bolted and began to chew on his hands and feet as well.

His attention was instantly consumed by the house nearby. He ignored the others. Instead, he observed the nearby house. He stepped inside. It was cozy, warm. Everything one would want from a place like this. Xenelith slowly but carefully examined everything inside. He found Risa’s dress she wore the night before. He couldn’t smell it, but the dress’ scent would guide his wolves for weeks to come. Strangely, he did not find Dionaea’s dress. Outside, behind the house, the firepit was only recently extinguished. In fact, there were still embers burning. “They’re not far.” He muttered, mostly to himself. Then he turned back towards the house. “How many more of you are out there?” He asked, almost as if he expected the house to answer his question. It wouldn’t obviously. But it told him something much more frightening: the rebels were being funded by some very wealthy people. Who else would have, what he assumed to be a summer home, in the middle of nowhere?

Suddenly the hunt for the human female and the three would-be rebels paled in significance. He had to find those behind all of this. He returned to Azriel and O’Ner.

“They were here recently.” He reported. “But something is bugging me. Look at the house. There’s food, wood for a fire and clothes. It was prepared. People knew others would come here.” He explained. “Someone is helping them. Someone with power and wealth.” The return of Risa and Dionaea’s family could shed some light on that. Still, it vexed him. How could he allow such corruption to grow unchecked? Sure he had killed local rebel fairies before but apparently he missed the bigger organization behind them. “These rebels, they aren’t rogue elements anymore.” He looked back at the house. The very sight now taunted him. It was a monument to his shame. He had failed. “I’m burning it.” He muttered before he went back inside and ransacked the house. Piling on clothes and wooden furniture to light up.

Ossvien

Aharuhn Seasworn

Aharuhn ⋆ 52 ⋆ Male ⋆ Witch

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Appearance

Height:

6'0"

Weight:

175 lbs

Hair Color:

Withered white

Eye Color:

Deep-sea blue

Skin Tone:

Caucasian

Brief appearance description:

At first glance one would think Aharuhn exclusively dresses in sea-stained rags. And they are right about that. The Sea-Witch doesn’t care much for clothing. For supposed modesty’s sake he’ll wear the weathered robes. His beard and hair are, however, exquisitely braided and combed. On his gnarled fingers fingers he’ll have several silver and gold rings. They either contain strange stones that some would claim to glow at night, or odd marks and seals. Shell-like jewelry hangs from his neck but he often switches it up.

Many who have seen him without clothes often ask about the black tattoo covering his entire back. It’s an intericate thing and composed of many different styles that somehow blend into a uniform appearance. Travelled tattooists might note a few distinct styles for natives from one far flung island or another. The meaning behind the tattoo is so far unknown as Aharuhn doesn’t really talks about it.

Wise ⋆ Disturbed ⋆ Lustful ⋆ Greedy

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Ancient wisdom
* The Endless Ocean
⋆ Mysteries
* Any strong alcohol
* Women of low morality
* Men of lower morality

Dislikes:

⋆ Simpletons
⋆ Laws
⋆ Land if he's on it for more than 3 days

Fears:

⋆ To drown forever
⋆ Be chained on land
⋆ Forget all he knows

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Personality:

Aharuhn can sometimes be seen as an exceptionally loud, excentric, slightly deranged man. At best he is simply bad at reading social clues, at worst he straight up doesn’t care. He enjoys the presence of others greatly. Ranging from those he deems equal down to the “curiously stupid”. Though he hates simpletons. Those who hold on to their simple lives, afraid to let go and jump into the vast ocean of things they cannot even start to understand. Aharuhn is not a selfless person. He is known to simply take what he wants, from whoever he wants. Sometimes literally to cause a problem. Never the less he understands when it is time to cause a ruckus and when to share his spoils and knowledge. He is not a good or kind person though. When it comes down to, he’ll sacrifice whatever he needs to save himself. Even his own daughter, if he had one. Or did he?

He has a violently bad temper. Often bursting out shouting over the slightest detail or the most imagined slight. He’ll curse and shout and punch whatever material thing he can find. Though as quickly as his temper flares, it calms down again. Never expect an apology though. Aharuhn is an incredibly impatient man when it comes to the acts of man. No message can be delivered fast enough. No man can run fast enough to his likingness. All canons should’ve been loaded three day ago and the deck should’ve been scrubbed three hours before you begin. Yet when they’re out of sea he will not quip about the calm winds or a bird’s message being late. He is as patient as need be with nature. Aharuhn’s reaction thoroughly depends on how much he cares about the situation. Are you encountering an island that’s not on the map? Aharuhn will be at the tip of the ship in an instant, crawling over the bow to get just inches closer before you can say “land in sight”. Yet the man’s been known to slowly drink his tea while the ship’s being shot.

Aharuhn is far from a cunning bastard. He is very smart though and guards his magical secrets closely. But when it comes to politics and maneuvering, he’s terrible. He’s even worse with words. Don’t expect him to give a rousing speech of glory. He’s just as likely to laugh about the imminent doom of all onboard. He got a great sense of pitch-black dark humor though. It is then, quite obvious that Aharuhn is absolutely off his rocks. Some would say he’s been on the sea for too long. Others say he has stared too deep in the ocean’s depth and saw something looking back. Others just say his mind got scrambled after a previous crew dragged him across the hull. His energy levels oftentimes spike when interest or inspiration hits. Though other times he moves as slow as he wants to.

Traumatizing ⋆ Rich ⋆ Spellbound

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Background

Occupation

Sea-Witch

Which ship are you on?

Mermaid's Fortune

Living Immediate Family Members:

Serina Kalas - Estranged sister

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Mermidia of the Halikasus Isles - Mother
Nahasus Kalas - Father

Current and Past Lover(s):

Actual love? None. Lovers? Too much.

History:

Few can pinpoint where Aharuhn came from or if his claimed name name is even his real name. Never the less, Aharuhn has always been somewhat of a mystical figure in the pirate port of Parlay Cay. At the time he was believed to be a mad but powerful warlock, capable of foretelling the future, finding treasure with his mind’s eye and even summoning storms. He wasn’t respected though, as the inns were rife with gossip. But he was feared for he could make things happen no captain would want. It is not exactly known if Captain Draegar asked him to come with her or if he simply offered his services and she accepted them. Never the less one day the man stood on the Mermaid’s Fortune’s pier and boarded the ship as if he had always been part of the crew.

Sea Magic ⋆ Magic in general ⋆ Terrible at physical fights

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆ Suprisingly precise with knives

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆ Physically old
⋆ Quite slow

Magic or ability (if applicable):

Aharuhn's magical ability cannot be overstated. Born a witch, he grew up learning the traditional methods of casting spells. However, during his life he gathered a lot of knowledge some would deem forbidden. Joined with his constant accumilization of magical resources and innate magical ability, Aharuhn's greatest power is in scrying, illusion and control of the sea. Though his powers are not always so controlled as any captain would want it.

Avalia

Xenelith

Time: Dawn
Location: River Fairy Kingdom - Dark Elf camp
Interaction with: O'Ner_@Eviledd1984, Azriel_@Tae and Umber_@FunnyGuy

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Xenelith did not know how the demon knew the group didn’t trust each other. His kin’s varying power was the subject of much debate amongst scholars and philosophers. Never the less he made a fair point: why trust a sudden new addition to the group. Even if the infiltrator was well disguised, why would they trust them? Umber’s suggestion to turn him human was a good start though. Make him appear to be hunted by Azriel and Xenelith was even better. His mind pulled him back to last midnight at the clearing. In his thoughts, he observed every member of the rebel band as deeply as he could. He thought about their actions and their words. Risa, the healer. Howling, anywhere, meant trouble. Yet she was healing the human with Dionaea at her side. The Fox chastised the girls yet came to their rescue. The moth fairy remained hidden longer, the fight had already begun when he introduced himself. More importantly, he saved the woman and vanished.

“A woman.” He said amid the meeting, out loud. “Turn into a woman.” He said again, now more specified towards O’Ner. “Risa was healing a human even though she heard the howls. She was in danger yet pushed herself to mend the armored man. The moth fairy saved the woman and only a woman. Before that he just waited in the trees, even as my wolves and I were fighting. But when the woman appeared, a damsel in distress, he swooped down and saved her in a heartbeat.” He once again turned to address O’Ner specifically. “General, I would advise you to turn into a woman. A wounded one, specifically. It’s the juiciest lure for the whole group. An unarmed, injured woman.” He then turned towards Azriel. “We need to see where they went. My Lady, you told us you saw the moth fairy from a distance. Could you show us on the map where they were heading for?”