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In Avalia 26 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


ᴛɪᴍᴇ | Sunset
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Northbound on the Eastern Sea
ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | Mister Luum @FunnyGuy
ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Masako @dreamingflowers
ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ | Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, first aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers.


“Umm. Start?”

He paused.

“Magic! Yes!”

Zeva’s tilted her head in subtle confusion, evident that the man was snapped out of some different train of thought or other. She couldn’t do much else but muster a defeated sigh, the high hopes she held for the man crashing as fast as they had been raised. The quickened ramblings that ensued contradicted his earlier statements. Nevertheless, Zeva resonated with parts of his seemingly random chatter – magic, for her, would better be used as a spare tool than her main weapon.

“Well, uh, thanks. Sure.” It was difficult to make her gratitude sound even half-sincere. She made a mental note to give his other tip a try later on, and collect light from her surroundings instead of generating it herself.

Eager to move on, Zeva redirected her line of sight to Bardulf and the pretty warforged, who had captured Luum’s attention so fiercely a moment ago. They were making light conversation, nothing more. Zeva’s attention hardly lasted on the pair, distracted soon after by the sounds of birds cawing as they flew overhead. Her eyes darted around the ship, finding little interesting to affix her gaze on. The deck was sparse; random barrels and crates were dispersed throughout the plank floors, and few crew members here and there minding their tasks. Aside from that, there was just an endless vast sea as far as Zeva could see.

“Any chance you know how long before we reach our destination?”
In Avalia 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



ᴛɪᴍᴇ | Sunset
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Northbound on the Eastern Sea
ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | Mister Luum @FunnyGuy
ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Masako @dreamingflowers
ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ | Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, first aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers.


“Strong… Ehhh, they did not do much to help us win the war. They were built to fight, sure but they lack things that make truly good soldiers. Hmm…”

Zeva chuckled. His mention of the war reminded her of the townsfolk and her parents back home, who spoke endlessly of it. In those brief few seconds, it seemed like Mister Luum could’ve been just another elf from her hometown, though she could hardly envision the man in such humble environments. If it weren’t for his unpredictable whimsicality, she may have warmed up to him sooner, and trusted him like the knowledgeable mentors and elders she grew up with.

Zeva motioned toward the warforged and Bardulf with a nod of her head. “Well it looks like Bardulf is already beginning recruitment of said ‘war machine’.” Her fingers curled into two air quotes at the end of the sentence – she found it hard to imagine that this particular warforged, resembling a delicate teapot better preciously stored in displays rather than used, would be any good at war. It was a stark contrast with other warforged she had the chance of meeting at the Oak Tree, typically embellished in all manner of artillery and technological components.

An abrupt tap of Luum’s wooden staff on the hand by Zeva’s side interrupted her ruminations on bipedal machines. His lecture seemed sincere – despite his usual hijinks, she felt that she could trust his magical aptitude at the very least. There weren’t many teachers back at the academy that cared to nurture the skills of a delinquent student who struggled enough already with light magic. Many of them figured Zeva would focus on swordplay instead, and thus, she never gave light magic much more thought. Mister Luum sounded so sure of her potential, and these sweet words reignited Zeva’s fervor for continually surpassing her limits.

A large grin stretched across Zeva’s face. “I hope you’re right about that. Not that I ever was any good at school – I learned most of what I know now from my parents.” She put her hands behind her back, straightened up, and faced Luum with an expectant gleam in her eyes. “So, where do I start?”

In Avalia 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



ᴛɪᴍᴇ | Sunset
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Northbound on the Eastern Sea
ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | Mister Luum @FunnyGuy
ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Masako @dreamingflowers
ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ | Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, first aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers.


Zeva tried to trace her gaze to what Luum was looking at in the horizon, finding the magnificent silhouette of Rue’s pegasus soaring across the skies. Its wings flapped in smooth curves, catching the illumination of the setting sun like a paint brush softly dipped into orange and pink pigment. She envisioned for a moment what it would be like to fly as freely as the pegasus. There would be no worry about getting to class on time, dealing with customers at the Oak Tree, evil dark elves, or political revolution – only the wind beneath her wings. But the thought was fleeting, and Zeva quickly returned her attention to Mister Luum.

As he spoke, imagery of consecutively larger beasts cycled in her mind. Zeva was growing used to being confused when Luum spoke. Regardless, she understood he was telling her the hefty weight of acquiring this information, though the elf never granted explicit details on this mentioned ‘price’.

Luum continued, a brilliant orb of light appearing in the palm of his hand; a mastery of light magic that Zeva had yet to achieve. The light stretched across the wooden deck, casting harsh contrast against the grainy details and damp algae crusted onto the ship’s planks. As marvelous as this demonstration was, it could not distract from the worry of learning that the fate of the mission rested in Bardulf’s hands. Zeva found it hard to place her trust in the novice stranger – or at least, she didn’t get the impression he was particularly strong. Train him indeed…that much is necessary. Then, the orb of light in Luum’s palms swelled until it burst into a dazzling array of stars and sparks, reflecting a galaxy in Zeva’s widened eyes. The spectacle faded, and darkness fell upon the two again.

Zeva grinned. “Well, I guess that’s all I need to know for now. Train Bardulf, huh? Definitely. Guess I’ll ask him about his weird ea-” Zeva stopped abruptly, remembering the shock of her horrid nickname from earlier, but quickly regained her composure, “-ears, later.”

She looked down at her own hand, curious, and began to collect light at her fingertips. Her rough, calloused palms faintly glowed, somewhat visible against the darkening sky. Only the edges of her fingers seemed to conjure enough energy to be truly called ‘light’. The light surged and flowed like calm waves to the ends of her hands, until a marble of luminescence finally formed above her index finger.

And with a strong shake, the light dissipated into the air. An aggravated sigh huffed out from Zeva’s chest. “I should probably train more too…ha ha.” She switched her attention to the two figures that had entered their view on the deck – Bardulf, and a peculiar warforged with intricate blue patterning interrupted with some streaks of gold. The latter’s appearance intrigued the young elf, finding a foreign kind of beauty in her craftsmanship. She turned back to Luum, “Wow, I haven’t seen a lot of warforged but this one’s so pretty! Wonder if she’s strong too…”
In Avalia 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



ᴛɪᴍᴇ | Sunset
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Northbound on the Eastern Sea
ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | Mister Luum @FunnyGuy
ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | Bardulf @Lava Alckon
ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ | Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, first aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers.


Before Zeva knew it, she was on a ship sailing north with the strangers she had met just the days before, gazing upon the calm seas from the perimeter of the vessel’s deck. The pink sunset hues washed the boat’s exterior with a tint as warm as the gentle breeze, carrying with it the smell of salt and algae from the sea. The heavens themselves painted a serenity across the skies that seemed to only emphasize the anxiety that Zeva was feeling within.

She leaned against the wooden rail, elbows perched upon its edge. A defeated sigh escaped her lips. As the ship rushed further into the vast seas, it was finally sinking in that Zeva had really left her life behind on somewhat of a whim. Her gaze lingered on the silhouette of Roshmi City, ever diminishing into the horizon. There was no turning back now. A blizzard of thoughts swarmed in her head – would her family be worried? Did it make sense to disappear from school and work? Surely her face would be plastered around town on missing person posters until they got word of her whereabouts.

There was a glimmer of excitement past the turmoil, however. Zeva contemplated how much stronger she could get on this journey, eager to fight dark elves and monsters alike. Her hands gravitated towards the new daggers holstered on her back. With a swift motion, she unsheathed one of the blades, admiring it before her. It was a custom-made demon core dagger, costing a sizable chunk of Zeva’s savings, but it was a huge upgrade from the orc steel from her parent’s collection that she had been using prior. They were on the longer side, enough to almost be classified as swords, as Zeva preferred. An intricate pattern was carved close to the hilt of the blade that resembled wings wrapping both the blade and handle. Black leather was tightly wound around the handle for grip, and a small decorative metal feather hung at the blunt end of the weapon.

Across the deck, Zeva caught a glimpse of Mister Luum admiring the sunset, just as she had been. She sheathed her weapon and walked towards him. Many of her questions had still been left unanswered, and she gambled on the chance that the peculiar elf may be more forthcoming now.

“You almost seem like quite the reliable guy when you’re quiet like this,” Zeva teased, chuckling slightly. She took a spot on the banister next to him, leaning her back against it. Her hands found a strand of hair to twiddle with. “Anyway, can you tell me more about all of this, now that I’m here? I’m all for rebelling against Malthemoor, but there’s not much I know about what all of you are doing. And Bardulf- what, is it exactly, did he do earlier? With all the lightning and everything…never seen anything like it.”

In Avalia 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



ᴛɪᴍᴇ | Morning
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Roshmi City Bakery
ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | Mister Luum @FunnyGuy, Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, Brigitte
ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ | Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, first aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers.


As the baker handed Zeva her items, Luum’s sudden voice boomed across the crowd, and the parcel of delicacies fell as the baker let go at the same moment Zeva darted her hands towards her ears. The parchment wrapping of the baked goods crinkled as it hit the cobblestone, but suffered less else than some bruising. Zeva stammered, “My e-ears??”

Luum’s apologetic tone and uncomfortable words of praise did little to lessen how conscious Zeva was of her ears in that moment, something she previously had barely taken attention to, though she tried not to show it. Her hands cupped the back of her ears and pressed them against the side of her head in an attempt to hide them from view. The winter fairy’s comment on the size of her ears only kindled more fire across Zeva’s cheeks, which were surely as red as apples now. Regardless, she tried to seize back control of the conversation with a confident tone, her ears reddening also the longer they were compressed by her cheeks. “Yes! That’s right. My ears are pretty great!” She promptly turned around and picked up the honey toast and bread off the floor.

At the table, there seemed to finally be a feeling of normalcy amongst the group. They seemed like a typical band of adventurers enjoying a morning breakfast together, not the secret operatives tasked with sparking rebellion like they said they were. No words interrupted the momentary peace as everyone quietly enjoyed the simple happiness provided by the sweet, filling toasts.

Of course, before long, the most rowdy and peculiar figure of the bunch, Mister Luum, took it upon himself to rob the group of that hard-sought peace. It hadn’t bothered Zeva much, but she had noticed a weariness painted on the others’ features that would have benefited with some more rest. Even so, they indulged the light elf as he rambled on with his lengthy self-introduction, littered with commentary that further emphasized his eccentricity. Zeva managed to pay enough attention to grasp that his favorite color was purple.

Bardulf took the initiative to go next. In between bites of honey toast, his mention of hunting caught Zeva’s attention. She felt a small joy finding something to relate to, even if it sounded like they hunted for different reasons. “Hunting, huh? Well, if we come across an owlbear again I would be happy to give it another go with you!” Mentioning the beast that almost killed her not too long ago was perhaps in bad taste, but Zeva found herself hilarious and chuckled.

Bowyn’s introduction left Zeva with more questions than answers. She raised an eyebrow at how the winter fae interacted with one another – did they…like each other? What was more clear was that he didn’t seem to favor Mister Luum much, or Zeva herself for that matter, with the light jab he made at her for her interaction with his pet earlier. She returned his pointed gaze by sticking her tongue out. In another life, Zeva would’ve loved his stoat friend if he hadn’t targeted her amas.

The winter fairy took on a more serious tone with the remainder of his speech, recounting his fears and goals for the future of Avalia. His words also resonated within Zeva, who had been ingrained with the same sentiments from the elders of her community. But she could not truly know their pain, raised in the relative safety of her parents’ loving arms and the walls of Aegnor Stonel. Still, she wished for change. That would be her greatest debt - to carry out vengeance for the loved ones who raised her.

Bowyn’s new nickname for Zeva caught her completely off guard, causing her to choke on her last bite of honey toast. She hit her fist against her chest a few times to knock the lodged piece of toast down her throat while letting out panicked coughs. Regaining her ability to breathe but not yet her composure, Zeva stumbled through her next words. “M-m-my, e-ea-, m-, what?!” A feeling of doom nestled down to her bones at the thought of ears becoming the moniker these people would label her with. She coughed one last time to reset her speech.

“W-well, that was my original plan. My boss at the Oak Tree gave me a week off when I said I wanted to come here to upgrade my daggers. As for the academy… well, what’s a few more absences, right?” Her lips tugged upward with a glint of arrogance. “Anyway, I’ll tell you all a little more about myself! My favorite color is also purple, more like lavender. My second is sapphire blue.” Her mind wandered to the sapphire pendant that she kept by her side at all times – her mother told her it was the last family heirloom they managed to keep from before the dark elves’ invasion. Zeva used to stare into the pendant often, admiring its shifting deep blues, the way it caught the light and reflected onto different surfaces. “As for religion… Hmm, they tell us about Solaris in school. He’s cool, but I don’t really care what the gods are up to. I keep myself busy with training and combat practice! My specialty is dual wield daggers, and while I’d say I’m plenty skilled with them I’m always striving to get stronger. I like weapons in general, I think it would be cool to try more and learn how to use them too. My parents taught me a good deal – daggers, swords, bow and arrow, to name a few...” Her voice trailed off, a bittersweet warmth spreading within her as Zeva reminisced on the time she spent with her mom and dad during these lessons. Her heart ached thinking of home, of her parents who would be worried sick not knowing where their daughter would be or what she would be up to for the indefinite future.

Zeva’s eyes narrowed as she tried to recall other parts to talk about, trying to avoid certain topics she knew she did not want to speak about. Her eyes caught the movement of Bowyn’s stoat scurrying around for food. A sheepish grin grew on Zeva’s face, “I…like…small animals too…” Her expression changed to a childish pout, “-not ones that steal, though.”
In Avalia 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



ᴛɪᴍᴇ | Late Morning
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Roshmi City Bakery
ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | Mister Luum @FunnyGuy, Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, Brigitte
ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ | Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, first aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers.


Zeva enthusiastically skipped towards the bakery, relieved that the group were beginning to follow. Between the group’s worries and idle chatter, they had been dilly-dallying by the city gates for too long, and Zeva’s hunger only made her more impatient. Above all, sitting down and eating something would be a good mental break from the absurdity of the morning and the peculiar company she found herself in. She would have never imagined that her errand in Roshmi City would lead her on a quest to save the world with a ragtag team of strangers with weird magic who have alluded to killing her on numerous occasions. After all, everyone appeared to be maintaining a cautious distance from her still, with only a few of them making official introductions.

The end of her thoughts were concluded with a sigh, and she found other things to focus her attention on. There was some chatter amongst the group on their short walk to the bakery, but Zeva paid it no mind, only making a conscious effort to stay away from Bowyn and his fur-coated friend, lest risk losing another ama. She practiced some footwork, retracing steps she had learned in training, while weaving through the crowd towards the baked goods. Before long, they were at the front of the queue, close enough to the delectable scent of honey toast she could almost sense its sweetness on her taste buds.

The dark haired man was the first to order, speaking no more than necessary. He seemed equally interested in the honey toast that the faeries had mentioned, and Rue ordered a whopping four at her turn at the till, alongside other goods. Zeva was crouched down, pressed against the display as the shopkeeper packaged the previous orders, bread and cookies crinkling between layers of thin parchment paper. She was deep in thought, carefully analyzing the inventory to determine the tastiest looking treats. The sugar glazes atop the custards and apples sparkled in the morning sun, the fluffy breads and buns bounced as they were loaded into their respective containers. “Maybe I’ll have an alaberry custard… or no, perhaps a blas bun…”

Zeva shuffled back and forth across the display a few times, examining each item with unnecessary scrutiny, before finally flagging down one of the shop workers to put in her order. “I’d like… one honey toast and I’ll take an order of the long loaf and cinnamon hot bread for the road!” She carefully dug out 9 amas from her bag, placed the coins on the counter, and took extra precaution to seal her ama pouch tight after the payment was done.

In Avalia 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



ᴛɪᴍᴇ | Late Morning
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Entrance to Roshmi City
ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | Mister Luum @FunnyGuy, Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, Brigitte @Tae, Raze
ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ | Travel bag with essentials (money, fewer rations than before, first aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers.


Zeva’s eyebrows scrunched together upon hearing Bowyn’s words of suspicion, no doubt intentionally spoken loud enough for Zeva to hear. She mentally took back the few brownie points he won when he healed her arm earlier in the forest, in a sort of childish personal vengeance. It seemed silly to her that Bowyn would show any degree of open suspicion to a potential enemy who had witnessed their secrets. If they were going to run into someone, they were lucky that it was someone as agreeable as Zeva. After all, she dislikes the dark elves as much as anyone, and she was well-trained in combat – perfectly aligned with what their mission calls for!

Mister Luum eventually decided he would tag along with Zeva and the dark-haired man with strange ears in exploring the city after everyone ate. Zeva was not thrilled per se – she was starting to build the impression he had a few screws loose with the whimsical way he conducted himself. It was unfortunately the better choice than going with the winter fairies who seemed most suspicious of her.

A sharp gasp escaped Zeva’s lips when a small creature suddenly popped out of her bag, responding to Bowyn’s calls. Raze, as Zeva learned this creature was called, was dusted in the crumbs of her rations, its cheeks full of evidence. Her jaw dropped in shock as she watched the creature happily munch away without a care in the world, looking as innocent as a newborn puppy with its beady, doe eyes, rather than the despicable thief it was. If they had met in different circumstances, Zeva surely would've fallen for its adorableness. She could hardly react to Raze’s assault on her personal belongings before it committed another offense, popping in and out of her bag again, this time with a coin.

“MYYyyYY MOOONEeeEyYyYY!!!” Zeva wailed, quickly snatching the ama out of Raze’s teeth with a moderate tug. She stomped over to Bowyn, scooped the thief out her bag, and plopped him atop Bowyn’s head.

“Stay there!” She stomped back, in the direction of the bakery.

Zeva simmered briefly in annoyance as she shoved the coin back into the bag and check on the extent of Raze’s damage. Good, pendant is still on me. As Zeva calmed slightly, the wafted scents of sugar and baked goods hit her nose again, and the hunger began to amplify the annoyance stewing in her stomach. She was low on rations now, so getting some food was a must. Zeva motioned for the group to follow with a wave of her hand. “Okay okay, time for some food.”
In Avalia 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



ᴛɪᴍᴇ | Late Morning
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Entrance to Roshmi City
ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | Mister Luum @FunnyGuy, Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, Brigitte @Tae
ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ | Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, first aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers.


Whether the entire group agreed or not, Zeva was tagging along on their journey. She wasn’t quite comfortable with how guarded some of the members were around her, their concerned gazes feeling cold against her back as they walked further through the forest. The more steps they took, the more the tension seemed to wane, replaced by a growing excitement of what awaited them at the large port city. Her mind flew to other things on the trodden path, reminiscing on her past trips to Roshmi City and what kind of dagger she planned on buying. She never had enough time previously to truly explore the plentiful streets, culture, and sights it had to offer, but she figured it wouldn’t be much different this time either.

King Zanithel’s unpleasant personage was the first to greet the group upon arriving at the city gates; the sun’s rays flashing across the statue’s forehead and beaming into Zeva’s eyes. The statue had been installed there for as long as Zeva could remember, a long standing stain on the demi-human territory. Despite the negative emotions associated with the threatening statue at the city’s gates, the grandeur of everything within made it easy to forget the atrocities of the dark elves that ruled over it. Airships streaked across the skies and people scurried to and fro across the many pathways and streets. The smell of baked goods and cooking wafted through the air from nearby restaurants, stirring rumbles of hunger from the depths of Zeva’s belly.

Mister Luum’s suggestion to split up and explore lit a fire in Zeva’s eyes, who was eager to jump at the chance to do some sightseeing too. “Great idea! Let’s do some groups. I just need, NEED, to get some new daggers.”

As the group pondered this idea, Zeva could see the dark haired man whisper something to Mister Luum, and the faeries whispering amongst themselves too. Her hands reached for a strand of hair and fidgeted with the ends, twirling it between her fingers. She was sure she caught her name in the midst of their hushed voices at some point, emphasizing the feeling of ‘otherness’ that had nabbed at the back of her mind since they began their walk to Roshmi City. It was going to take some work before they would trust a stranger like her, surely.

Abruptly, Zeva jumped upwards and pointed eastwards at a small shop down the road from where the group stood. It was a quaint bakery with inventory on display in glass cases by the street, containing a variety of breads, sweets, and small bites. “That bakery looks so good!” Her attention was, as usual, easily seized, even more so with her growing hunger. “Should we grab something to eat together before we split up?”
In Avalia 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



ᴛɪᴍᴇ | Morning
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Southwest of Roshmi City
ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | Mister Luum @FunnyGuy, Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, Brigitte @Tae
ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ | Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, first aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers.


Zeva averted her gaze as the fairies answered her questions in turn, unveiled threats sprinkled among their words. There was a certain dissonance between her lighthearted attitude and the solemness their situation demanded, which made Zeva feel a little out of place. She was definitely the unwelcome guest who had inadvertently invited herself to their party, but she was coming to understand what their mission was, and how dedicated everyone was to its cause.

Much to her surprise, Bowyn, as he introduced himself, was a healer among other things, and despite the cold reception, he kindly helped Zeva patch up her shoulder. She felt a cool touch as his magic transferred to her wound, but her heart was warmed by the gesture. “You’re not so bad after all!” Zeva beamed, flashing a friendly grin and playfully throwing a punch at his shoulder with her now healed limb. “Thanks, Bowyn.”

Mister Luum never seemed to consider the room when he spoke, interrupting the tenseness with a misplaced enthusiasm that made it as if the previous awkwardness did not exist. Though Bowyn emphasized this was not a ‘whimsical adventure’, Mister Luum sure made it sound otherwise. Zeva pondered this for a bit – she never had direct experiences with the dark elves’ cruelty in her sheltered upbringing in Illuminata, but she was very aware of the pain and suffering they’ve caused across Avalia. She recalled the anguished expressions on her parents’ faces when she told them of the things they lost, and the elders of the village who recounted similar stories to her in her childhood. Her beliefs were already shaped by those around her, and she knew she wanted to end dark elf rule as well. With the training she received that surpassed the training of many young elves, Zeva was confident that she could perhaps help their cause, and in the end, alleviate the worries of her dear family.

“...I think I would like to help. I’m better trained than most elves my age, if that provides you any comfort.” Zeva smiled once again, before directing her attention to the other elf. “Not sure I want to be your apprentice though. I mean, you seem to be great at light magic and all, but I’m sure not!” Zeva chuckled, reminded of all the times she was scolded at school and home for how much she struggled to grasp basic light manipulation. “I can do a few things here and there, but I’m more of a close-range fighter.” She motioned towards the blades strapped to her back.

“Why don’t we move towards Roshmi City while we get to know each other a bit better? We all have business there anyway.”


In Avalia 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



ᴛɪᴍᴇ | Morning
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Southwest of Roshmi City
ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | Mister Luum @FunnyGuy, Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, Brigitte @Tae
ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ | Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, first aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers.


Zeva’s questions were met by a cold gaze and stern words of warning from the female fairy, which came at a bit of a shock to the young elf. She had been treating the situation with her usual lightheartedness but she was coming to notice the gravity of what she unknowingly stumbled into. The air felt as if it thickened in that moment, and her breathing wavered briefly before it was cut by Mister Luum’s rowdy laughter.

“Voiced threats useless. You should know better than anyone what’s required to keep a secret from being told by another. But as a group, we are quite bad at killing, so I have a better idea! Zeva…”

W-what?? Killing?? Zeva’s head turned slowly towards the older elf, a bead of sweat forming at her temple as he alluded to her possible execution. He continued by suggesting that Zeva join their group, going on a bit of a speech about their noble goals to save Avalia from…evil? The juxtaposition of his enthusiastic tone and nonsensical words only helped to form a mixture of confusion and anxiety at the pit of Zeva’s stomach. The thought occurred to her that she may have traded the owlbear for an even larger threat, and this one was armed with weaponry and magic.

She played it cool and responded with a light, albeit nervous, chuckle as she fiddled with a strand of her hair. “Um. I don’t want to die! But what is it exactly…that you guys do?” Her eyes panned nervously at each member of the group, all of them appearing wary of her still, except for this jovial elf, anyway. “As fun as your proposal sounds, my parents will kill me before you all do if I just disappear and miss my classes. What does saving Avalia entail? Who are you all anyway?” Zeva’s mind rattled with many more questions but before she could barrage the group with more, she felt a spell of dizziness wash through her and she stumbled backwards. The wound on her arm had been left untreated long enough for the blood loss to be significant.

“Ughh,” Zeva groaned, taking the med kit out of her bag. “Er, don’t kill me while I fix my arm please!” She took a few cautious paces back, keeping her gaze steady on the group as she began to wrap the roll of bandages across her upper arm.


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