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Mildor and Aegnith sat in their caravan, watching the events unfold, though they were unaware of the mind games that were currently commencing. The older brother of the duo would give an irritated tsk, glancing away from the grouping once the merchant had been burnt to a crisp. "Ridiculous," He'd mutter to himself, but was quickly hushed by his little sister.

"Don't," She murmured, though she was clearly frightened, unknowing of their fate.
Mildor wrapped an arm around her, bringing her closer and trying his best to offer that brotherly protection she so desperately needed in that moment.

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Both Mildor and Aegnith stood in silence, watching the events unfold as the Kod spoke, demanding that they all pay tribute in order to continue to travel across the lands. Aegnith watched her brother's face, knowing that he most likely was going to say something that would get his head bashed in. "Don't," She warned him quietly, taking ahold of his arm. "Keep your mouth shut."

He'd give a low tsk, but would listen and not say anything, knowing that he'd only cause more problems if he did.

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Mildor watched as the creatures of darkness opened up and rained down their corruption and death, having to look away as the 4th cart was annhiliated. "Aeg," He muttered. "Get your spear and shield."

She slowly got up, taking them out. Both were made of strong, yet light metal. They glinted, even in the darkness. They exchanged weapons, and Mildor knelt down, brandishing the shield and holding it up. "Come on, Aeg. You know what to do."

The woman would nod, taking his bow and an arrow, before getting onto the top of the cart, looking up at the darkened creatures. She hesitated before giving a low breath, and dropping down on top of the shield that her brother was holding. He'd force upwards as she jumped, sending her a good distance up in the sky, in which she'd load the arrow, whisper an enchant, and release the arrow.

The arrow had been covered in an explosive material, and when it hit the creatures, the "bomb" would explode, sending about 4-5 of the beasts into Hell.

She'd land back on the caravan, quickly giving her brother his bow back, and he would continue to give his accuracy and precision to the cause, to save the caravan.

Before the sky turned red, and it all stopped.

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"Aeg," Mildor warned, watching at the terrifying beasts turned their sights upon the caravan, and rained down for the purpose of causing death and destruction. "Get down." She'd obey, lowering down against the caravan's walls and hiding between a large crate and the wall of the cart, watching in fear as her brother stood up on the wagon.

He let out a low breath, before he'd turn and grab an intricately carved bow, along with a quiver of seemingly endless arrows. He'd take one out and cock it back on the bow's string, aiming upward. He'd murmur a soft chant, his fingers against his cheek as he whispered to the arrow. The tip of the arrow became alive with ice, the crystal forming around the sharpened stone. He'd then close his eyes and release the arrow.

It soared through the sky, arching upwards to the darkening mass that was raining down on them. When the arrow struck it's target, the ice exploded, casting a ice shell around the being and making it plummet to earth. When it collided with the earth, it shattered in a thousand pieces.

This was Mildor's special talent - Enchanting and bows work.

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Aegnith glanced up, seeing the creatures begin to cover the bright sky and bathe the terrain in complete and total darkness. A gasp of fear sounded from her, her hands grasping at Mildor's arm in fear, scooting a bit closer to him.

With a concerned expression, an arm would wrap around his younger sister and hold her close to his side, the older elf gazing up as the creatures swarmed the sky, the sights on the mountain diminishing within the dark.

"W-What's happening?!"
".. I don't know."

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@Samdragonx

Op I just said theyw ere with the original caravan. xDD

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Aegnith And Mildor were with the original caravan, around the middle section of the caravan. The two were sitting side by side, the older brother being pretty quiet while his sister was pointing out various things the further the caravan moved along. "Miggy, look!" She'd gasp, pointing at random things. "This is so cool! Mother and Father would've never let us do this!"

"I wouldn't have either, but you and your persuasive ways are what got us out here to begin with." He'd respond lowly, glancing off to the side with a light tsk. He hoped their parents wouldn't be furious when they got home, but most likely they would be.

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@Samdragonx

Yeah it's just, bleh. But I'm gonna be more active now I promise. <33

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@Samdragonx

Hey. Sorry I haven't been around like, at all.

Went through some really tough stuff through another RP community, and lost a lot of friends.

I really apologize for my lack of focus and lack of activity. It'll improve now that it's all over. .-.

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Quick footwork and agile movements throughout the marketplace of the district was the workings of the now elven teenager, Aegnith, swiftly moving through the crowd with her brother in tow as she rambled off on a checklist within her mind of supplies that they would need for the caravan journey. She had been the one to properly decide that they were going, life at home almost seeming suffocating.

Mildor, however, was rather indifferent to the whole ordeal. He'd go wherever his sister went, he supposed, having that unspoken rule within the family that he needed to protect her. He'd listen to her, however, as she spoke of the various supplies they would need.

".. Why would we need empty mason jars?"
"To catch fireflies, DUH."
"And what use would that be?"
"For lights during the night!"
".. You can just use matches or lanterns, Aegnith."
"Excuse me for trying to be creative!"
"And trying to kill innocent bugs? Sure."