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Barely an acorn among oak trees stretching far into the sky, a mere child in the presence of the ageless, elven-kind surely viewed the young creature timidly pushing a wooden door open, with curious eyes. This would, of course, have been true, had a hood not obfuscated that of which lingered beneath, ghostly pale skin with pointed ears making themselves known through strands of thick, black, and unkempt hair. It was a common choice of attire for the youngster, black eyes vigilantly maintaining a guarded disposition in response to slight paranoia. Dark Elves, they were creatures trusted as far as the edge of a knife, and for good reason, indeed. Yes, despite the ageless beauty of elven kind, the nature of their darker cousins warranted distrust and hatred. One would not blame Shade for keeping his hood secured over the boy’s features, in response to this truth.

His father’s instructions were clear, and the days where Shade had been traveling left little else to consider. ‘Learn of the world’, he said, ‘know what it is we seek to protect, from the shadows where we hide’. Indeed, The Moonshadow Cult was a group of outcasts, a gathering of criminals seeking a new path through the devastated remains of what they called their existence. Murderers, thieves, and assassins gathering to put aside what had previously painted them unsavory and rather repenting from beyond the veil of darkness. It was a controversial development, for who would forgive those with blood on their hands? Ironic was it, then, that the boy whose eyes dark like an abyss was draped in a blanket of innocence, still. There was no past which he sought to escape, no misdeeds he had put behind. Of course, the virtue of his birth could perhaps be debated in terms of criminal acts. ‘The only good Dark Elf is a dead Dark Elf,’ was a saying Shade had come across on his travels, albeit short-lived as of yet.

”Rats, cleaning, and goblins..?” A thought trickled through Shade’s mind, small, dainty fingers tracing themselves across the Adventurers Guild bulletin board which towered over him. Entering the building had been a daunting prospect in itself, and now it appeared all the more real. ”Should I start small?” The boy continued, slender, pale lips remaining shut as consideration circled his focus. ”Don’t think I can fight a bunch of goblins on my own..,” a small sigh slipped past the boy’s parted lips, before he took a step back. Reaching a hand into his shoulder bag, Shade produced an apple before biting into the succulent, green surface. ”Dad would have had me cleaning the ditches in a heartbeat,” Shade rolled his eyes, and took another bite of his meal. Fruit was an elf’s first choice of nourishment, and meat did not go well with the ageless entities. It was a common statement that the ecosystem would suffer in response to creatures of such longevity to live through the death of beasts.

The slender dagger gently resting above Shade’s tailbone would proceed to paint the boy somewhat exotic, in his approach. He wore no armor, for the weight would slow him down, and the sound of metallic grinding severely hindered motions of stealth. He was clearly a dextrous individual, judging from a lithe, slim frame, with little more than a curved blade at his disposal. Indeed, Shade’s dainty nature had warranted misjudgment several times already, where he was mistaken for the fairer sex. Androgeny in his voice did little in rectifying the issue. Inhaling a sharp breath, the elf leaned back on the balls of his feet, looking from right to left, and considered his next action. This was the start of a long, arduous trial.
In [closed] 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Question - Can we interact with our spirits? I saw that only the spirit user could see their own spirit.

Question 2 - If so, can the spirit appear and vanish into the user at will?

Question 3 - If the spirit can appear for the spirit user, and also interact with them, I assume that the spirit is limited to physical interaction with only their spirit user, and none of the environment?
In [closed] 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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In [closed] 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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In [closed] 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'll make my character once I get home from work.
In [closed] 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Still accepting people?

I read that you were going with a four person team, so I'm wondering if the rp is full.
In Avalia 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Raising a brow to Ayita, Inori shrugged his shoulder as the group slowly made their way towards what would hopefully be salvation. The light elves, or sun elves, disliked Inori in equal measure to his own disdain towards them. However, the elves were known for their wisdom, and while turning away the demon was a plausible possibility, they would not echo the same welcome with Ayita. How trustworthy the demon was strung along a sense of irrelevance. What bound him to helping this pig-skinned creature revealed a mutual interest. Aklenroth’s position on a throne he had coveted was a truly unacceptable reality, one neither Inori nor most of Avalia appreciated.

"I do not know why the first demon decided to follow the Lich," Inori stated shaking his head. His own time with the creature, or more accurately, leading a section of its army, came from birth, not choice. When decisions were introduced, Inori took his leave. Complications were scarcely involved. Naturally, personal reasons were present, and the demonic creature suffered loss at the hands of this beastly undead. It was what opened his eyes, what made him realize that demon-kind was making sacrifices for something so lowly. A pretender.

"My kinsfolk would not look favorably upon me, I fear," Inori continued, his small claws slowly combing through glimmering hair, as if a blanket of starlight beneath the moonshine.

Though Cade’s fascination with the Sun Elf Kingdom was an endearing sight for others to behold, Inori was less excited about crossing their borders. These entities were his opposites in both ideals and nature. Where demons were creatures of passion and chaos, elves embodied law and peace. They would manage to interlock inner harmony in reflection with water and oil. The results were quite unsuccessful. Even so, the demon remained quiet throughout the remainder of their journey, his thoughts traveling far and wide, from the golden city they were approaching, to the volcanic home of demons.
Part of him missed it, of course, his home. He had abandoned much when he discarded luxury and nobility in favor of his own ideals. An ultimate sacrifice painting him a traitor in the eyes of the very people he wished to free from shackles they had locked onto their very own ankles. Foolishness at its best.

Inori rubbed his eyes, those crimson orbs reacting to the light slowly casting a blanket of illumination across treetops and ground, alike. The sun was rising in the horizon, and what awaited the group in the distance were the gates of elven glory. With a deep breath, Inori paused. For him to venture further would have been the very same thing as an elf attempting to enter demonic soil. It made little sense, and his presence would likely cause hostility which would require a moment to disarm. "Move along without me," Inori spoke, tapping his chin, in thought. "I will head another way, and see if demons would listen, rather than blindly obey."

He raised a clawed hand towards the two, Cade and Ayita, before wishing them farewell. The sun elves would more than likely assist in the girl’s safety, but an air of distrust would have been consistent with Inori’s presence. Something he did not feel a need to deal with. Not now, not when he had something to do.

I can't belive I missed that -_-, sorry. In either event, with that said, I'll leave you to it.
I might make an elf rogue/assassin in training if that's allowed.
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