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Tikal

A Beast Fairy with an eagle eye for collectibles and a special forte for knives and the like.

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a character in “Legends of Gialpha”, as played by Muunchkin

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Tikal

Age
A center piece for physical magic, Fairy age is boundless. But Tikal looks around her mid 20s

Species/Gender
Female Wild Fairy

Personality/Story
Tikal is a Wild Fairy. A Beast Fairy. A Tamer Fairy. Her Fae type go by many names, she doesn't mind which one you know as long as you remember her name. She craves the sights of the world. She wants to know every beast there is to know, sentient and instinctual. In her home she keeps a binder full of spells, enchanting, and a self-made Bestiary. Topped with her own doodles. Her dream is a big one for a fairy who enjoys the tiny living and doesn't know much self combat. But she is determined to achieve it and has even successfully traveled to two kingdoms prior to Polara. The diffefent types, colors, and sizes of Therians in the kingdom make her wings tremble with excitement and she often finds herself pestering them far too much. But she's working on it. Like all Fae, Tikal loves a good trade. She is exceptional at enchanting daggers and other weapons along those lines, and enjoys being paid in collectibles. The more rare, the better. She is witty, calculating, and swears she's a good match maker. Tikal would make for a good bard, as she can't stand to be in an area where foul mood permeates the air. She is also pretty adept at plant identification and healing magic.

Physical description
Tikal is a mocha skinned, long limbed, lean and slim shaped Tamer Fae. She is often miniscule but will shift when the time calls. Her eyes are a deep water blue and she wears a gold and blue necklace around her neck and a gold and blue headband. The items are enchanted from a friend across the seas, precious to her really as it helps her understand the Beast language a little better. It glows warmly when in use. Her hair is loched and twined with white cloth so that it won't get in her way too much. She's cloth wrapped at the breast and wears an unknown material of colorful leggings with a white base. She's very noticeable when average sized. Her wings are the color of green sea foam. They round at the top half and tail at the bottom. When she's average sized they turn transparent except for a light outline.

So begins...

Tikal's Story

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Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal

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Tikal

"I don't get it.."

"I just really don't understand it.."


The day was young but everyone was already on their toes. Elves, Therians and warriors alike. When the giant troll had first appeared, terrorizing the small villages on the outskirts of Polara, challenegers from the Kingdom had come in droves. Even the royal armies had made a small showing, thinking that it was just another troll that stumbled too close and was now stupidly angry at all of the negative feedback for its arrival. Now their glistening armor was strewn about the impromptu battlefield and one or two bodies lay amongst the undergrowth.

Tikal frowned at the sight and kicked her legs gently. She was sitting, in her tiny state, on one of the many middle branches of a tree that surrounded the area. Her chin was in her hands and her wings lazily opened and closed. Her Spellbinder was open beside her. On the left page was half finished writing and on the right was a sketch of the Troll culprit howling at the sky with two scrabbling warriors in each grubby hand. Her blue eyes glanced down at her book before she commanded the item to her lap and summoned her pencil to her hand. She filled in a few more footnotes along the margins of the sketch, drawing lines to the subject of the foot note. Still though, she sighed. Her dilemma wasn't that since the flow of challengers had died down dramatically, she couldn't get a good look at the beast. Her dilemma was that she couldn't figure out what was allowing the beast to rule over the local goblins and tiny trolls in the area. It was fascinating. They acted as an angry swarm of bees protecting their queen. She just craved to know why and how.

She recieved little reprieve when she watched yet another warrior come charging up to the hill that led to the temporary dwelling of the menace. She silently wished him the best of luck until she witnessed a boulder tumble down the hill, crushing his legs to mush. The sight was just awful. Not to mention the sounds. The crunch of bone and the squish of muscle made her want to vomit and his squeals of agony made her wings shudder. "Poor soul.." she pout. But she hadn't moved a muscle. One of her cousins was nearby and had quickly aided the elf. Earning a tiny applause from Tikal.

Then she was back to staring at the Troll Hill, tapping her pencil on her shoulder as she thought. Vaguely she registered the sound of chatter and the approaching swish of feet through the grass and leaves.

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Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias

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"Uhhh... I swear I walked by here three times already..."

Lailah sighed, looking between the map in her hand and the ocean of foliage around her. So dense, so homogenous! It had been a week since the young fencer departed from her cozy boat home in the Far West Ocean, a week since her dear father tasked her to seek out the Kingdom of Polara. And a few days since she first started getting lost.

Lailah's suit of chain rustled and clinked with every step. The bushes brushed against her faded brown leather boots, damp soil embedded on her soles. Over and over again, the fencer stared at her map with gaping blue eyes. Pointlessly, since no matter how she looked at it, she had no idea where she was. Or where she should go.

She chided herself. "Damnit, Lailah! Focus!" She had heard of the recent troll trouble this area had gotten into. She was confident of the locals' ability to face the monster, and thus sought not to go out of her way to hunt it down. She was late enough already. She hoped the snow elf royals were the forgiving sort (though somehow, she was skeptical of it). A sudden, high scream in the distance caught her ear. With wide eyes and without further thought, the fencer bolted to its source.

"Hellooooo?! Is anyone there?" she shouted at the top of her lungs. Her right hand reached and gripped onto the hilt of her rapier, wary of incoming trouble.

The sound of clanking mail soon alerted Tikal the fairy of Lailah's approach below. Loud, unsubtle, the very antithesis of a jungle inhabitant. The young woman soon slowed to a halt right underneath the fairy's tree. She panted and lurched forward, both hands on her thighs, azure cape fluttering behind her.

The fencer stopped, stood straight, then looked around.

Only to realize that she had gotten herself even more lost than before.

"Agh, I swear! This Forest looks the same everywhere...!" she whined, slapping a hand to her forehead. All the while, she remained oblivious of a certain fairy's presence overhead.

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Serrina Deryn Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias

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“Well, now, your highness, I have a question for you. Why did you come down from the Elven high kingdom to Frosthiem?” Ash asked with an arrogant tone.
“Obviously to kill this ice troll, but I get the feeling there’s a different answer that you’re looking for.” Yevoc replied.
“Ah, yes. Very observant of you. Tell me, does this troll act like a typical ice troll? What has he been doing? What’s his goal?”
“No, he’s organized the local goblin tribes and other smaller trolls. He’s leading them on raids against the supply shipments that are going into the city.”
“So what does this tell you?”
“That there’s either something on the supply shipments that the troll is looking for, or he’s trying to starve out the town’s people.”
“And why would he be trying to starve out the town’s people?”
“There’s something in Frosthiem that he wants and he can’t get to it when the town’s people are attacking him.”
“Exactly. Now I ask again, is this typical behavior for a simple ice troll?”
“No, they aren’t that smart, they act on basic instincts, there’s no way a troll would be able to do any of this unless he was being controlled.”
“And who ever or whatever is controlling the troll wants something that’s in Frosthiem, and I’d be willing to bet whatever it is they’re looking for is in the ruins of old Frosthiem under the city.”
“So what do we do?”
“Well if you plan on killing the troll you might want to do it soon. We’re about to have some company, sounds like something big is coming this way as well as a few others, not to mention one of my own kind hiding in the trees.” He sneered as he pointed to the branches, though she was too small for Yevoc to see from that distance. Yevoc looked off in the distance and saw another elf and a white minotaur walking up to the hill.
“Maybe they could help us kill the troll.”
“Sure, I guess. If you don’t mind sharing the credit with them too.”
“You know I’m not just in this to make a name for myself, don’t get me wrong I like the idea of getting some notoriety, but that’s not the only reason I’m doing this. There are people out there that help others because it’s the right thing to do.”
“Okay, whatever you gotta tell yourself.”
“Hey, you guys, are you here to fight the troll too? We could use some help if you are.” Yevoc called out.

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Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen

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A heavily armoured figure moved through the forest, greatsword at the ready and wings folded close to his body to avoid catching them on stray branches. During his journey northward into Polara, Alexander Typhen had heard from the last couple of villages he had passed through about an ice troll terrorising the surrounding countryside. And with the aid of goblin minions, which struck him as quite unusual. His curiosity became yet another reason to track the beast down.

Thaumatic servos quietly whirred as he strode through the undergrowth, relying on his size and powered armour to wade through and create a new path where none were readily available. His greaves had become stained with mud during the long trek, and his tabard was in a similar, slightly tattered condition. He would give these due attention once his business was concluded here.

Just then, a voice. Alexander stopped dead in his tracks. A maiden's voice, all the way out here? He grew suspicious, expecting fairy trickery at play, but not long after came another voice elsewhere, this one male. Staying still for some time as he decided upon a course of action, the sky knight finally chose to head towards the source of the girl's voice, as that one sounded much closer. While he made an attempt at trying not to be spotted, he was hardly the most subtle thing to be found in the forest, unless the eyes and ears of the forest happened to be blind and deaf.

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen

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Vanarak continued his slow jog up the hill, He had no intention of being quiet, Anyone nearby would easily hear him. And that was quite apparent since somebody was already calling him out, Was it the one who screamed earlier? His hearing already witnessed of several people being up by the hill, perhaps they are trying to ambush him. It seemed his earlier intuition was wrong since the elf had stayed behind. It didn't bother him since the clanking of heavy armor could be heard above.

Reaching the summit Vanarak took a moment before cresting it, A thought struck him to actually be smart and scouting out what he will encounter on beforhand, But he quickly pushed that thought away, He would use his usual approach. Doing this he made one sudden charge up the hill, kicking up a large cloud of snow around him, The arrows in his back barely bothering him anymore. He swung his axe of his shoulder as the snow settled around him. Honestly he was mostly attempting to look a mighty combination of Intimidating and Majestic. With the snow and arrows an untrained eye could easily mistake him for a monster.

He grunted slightly as he looked around, An Elf and a Fairy was before him. The fairy didn't look all that threatening but they rarely do. The Elf on the other hand looked like he could atleast put up a fight. He walked slowly into the clearing, No words. He knew very well that there where more people around, This could perhaps just be some kind of robbery...

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias

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Tikal settled down with a tiny sigh and laid back on her branch, disrupting some of the snow around her. It was cold in Polara but within her first week of being here she'd learned and mastered a simple spell for warmth. Being bundled up didn't do much good for flying. Closing her eyes, she placed both hands on her stomach and began thinking of subjects that made her relax. Knitting, flying, doodling.. "Hhmm.." she exhaled. A good idea could hit someone in the face, but for some people it had to be coaxed out and convinced that it was indeed a good idea. But Tikal was only allowed rest and relaxation for a maximum of 10 minutes before someone came bursting through the trees. They didn't physically make much noise, besides that squeaky sound that snow made, but vocally they made her sit up and look down. "Huh." Tikal huffed, watching the girl with a flowing blue cape. She listened to her aggravated plee about being turned around, smiling a little. Human misfortune was often funny. "Poor soul.. Ah well." She kept her voice low so that the girl couldn't hear her speaking to herself. Not that it would be easy to find her in the first place. She was still tiny.

Soon after having a laugh at the female, on the other side of the branch, that elf and her cousin began talking about the Troll King. The name just popped into her head. Summoning her binder and pen she labeled her doodle just that. But as she listened to their conversation they made a solid point. A Troll, especially a big one, wasn't very smart. So they wouldn't be able to rally even more dumb trolls and goblins and make them attack as one coherent group. Outside forces and magic seemed to be the only option.
Sitting up, she snapped her binder shut. "This will make for a very good story. And as a plus, when they kill it, I can examine it closer!" She giggled maniacly for a bit before clearing her throat. "Easy Tikal.. just stick to the sides and keep it cool.." she did a little woosa before continuing to observe the feild.

After a while of observing, a third player entered the game! Well not really a game because there was a strong possibility of dying.. But still. The thing made a grand entrance. It charged up the path, throwing snow into the air and creating a puff trail behind it. Tikal stuck her upper body over the branch, upside down to see what the hulking figure really was. Another goblin? This one sure was brave! But when the snow settled her breath caught and her eyes widened. Oh.. Oh my.. What is that... What is that.. What is that?! Quickly, she summoned her book and scrabbled to stand up, distrupting more snow on her branch and causing it to tumble to the forest floor. Her wings fluttered as she took off down the length of her branch to get a better view of the white bull that was now quietly entering the field. Tikal felt her excitement travel to her hands and could hear her wings humming. She was shaking for a few moment before she snapped out of it and quickly began doodling, but only taking up the top half of the page when she did. She was going to study this white bull. Yes yes. She was going to study him down to its favorite tune and bathroom habits. She giggled excitedly and began bouncing knocking more snow to the ground, but she would still be out of sight, especially to the eye untrained for tiny-fairy spotting.

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Serrina Deryn Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen

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As the white minotaur got closer it became apparent just how much larger he was compared to Yevoc. He didn’t respond but had rushed up to him in a show of grandeur. Ash, coward that he was, shrank back down to his smaller size and fluttered up onto his shoulder.

“Not to be a downer or anything, but didn’t the Snow Elves enslave a bunch of minotaurs, like 400 years ago as labyrinth guards? Not saying that this guy’s holding a grudge, but you might want to be careful around him.”

“Oh shit! I completely forgot about that.” He gasped as he instinctively raised his arms up and crossed his swords in front of himself in a defensive position just before the minotaur stopped inches in front of him.

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal

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Vanarak was ever so gently smiling to himself, Certainly, That was very hard for anyone to notice. It seemed he had found someone who would be a much more enjoyable fight than standing off against a troll surrounded by damn goblins.

The Elf seemed suprisingly steady as he took a combat stance the moment Vanarak made his approach. As standard among Fairies the one accompanying that elf immediately dissapeared into a cloud of dust, How unusual. Those damn fairies was always so difficult to spot.

As Vanarak approached the elf, His body itching for a fight the thought struck him of those earlier ambushers he had heard. They seemed to lay low, Well suprisingly "Un-low" as voices could be heard from them along with a small, Hard to spot, Flutter among the trees.

None of this bothered Vanarak all that much. If they truly planned to attack him then he would atleast grind this elf down to the bones first. Getting suprisingly close to the elf, Close enough to clearly see the Fairy on his shoulder Vanarak released a large cloud of steam from his nose, Practically spraying Yevoc. Lifting his axe slightly, Touching the suprisingly ornate and well made swords that the elf wielded

"Do you know how to kill with these?"

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal

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It had taken a few shuddering breaths but Tikal had finally managed to calm down and focus on her craft. She was studiously quiet while sitting on a branch close to the pair. Her hand moved quickly, making soft edges or long lines with her drawing untencil. Every few moments she would look up and study the white bull, while her hand continued to move, before looking down again and either making adjustments or adding more to her drawing. When she was nearly done, it was clear that she was making a detailed sketch of Vanarak with equin muscles bulging, tattoos clearly defined, accurate dress code, his weapons in hand and the intimidating arrows potruding from his back. She even added soft shading around him to portray the snow cloud he created upon his entry. When she would sketch her discovered beasts she would always draw short directory lines around it, pointing to parts of her subject that she deemed interesting and ending in stars and numbers. To the side of the sketch she would make a legend to indicate what made the stars and numbers important.

Tikal's wings hummed softly, fluttering like a humming bird's wings move. But they were so thin that it was like they were moving, but one couldn't be quite sure. She stayed stuck in her 'Sketch-mode' all through the conversation between her white bull and elf until she was satisfied with her work. On the right page was the sketch and on the left page was a space for the bull's story, which she was becoming increasingly excited to hear and document. She gazed at her work, absorbed in it and quietly fantasizing about all the time she would spend with her white bull. The possibility of being rejected away was there but she rarely payed much attention to that. Those with ambition never gave up! Tikal smiled and happily snapped her book shut before dismissing the item to who knows where, it simply vanished from her hands.

Just when she was standing up to make first contact, she paused at the sound of crackling and creaking. "Huh..? Wha-..!!" Out of nowhere, well if she had been paying attention she would have seen the elf's display of magic know-how, a tree was hurtling towards her. Screeching in terror, she darted out into the clearing and quickly poofed into her human size. She tumbled through the air and to the ground, wailing the entire time. She landed right into a mound of snow, tossing the powder into the air She hit the natural cushion just as the destroyed tree took out the branch she was on and even maimed a bit of the trunk.
Now laying in the snow, she voiced her trauma. "By the magical gods! One moment I'm hhh..! And then boom!" She got up and dusted snow from her apparel, panting while her now transparent wings fluttered to release the snow on them. "That would of been the end of Tikal.. You bet your best enchament it would of.." she sighed, checking herself for injury.

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal

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Vanark was Amused, Suprised and Shocked. The elf had responded the way Vanarak had expected him to. Seemingly angered, His blade was clearly of the highest quality, and the elf seemed to consider himself the same. After showing his powers freezing an nearby tree Vanarak was prepared to lop off his head right there and then. But the elf did something.. Interesting. He sheathed his blades, turning to speak to his fairy friend, Showing his confidence. That was... Very new for Vanarak, And it honestly stunned him.

But it was only slightly as stunning as the woman who fell straight out of the tree that had been earlier demolished, Diving head down into the snow with a soft "Puff". She was the fairy that Vanarak earlier had seen fluttering about! These people.. They seemed so exhausting, Yet fun. Vanarak's axe slightly slided down along his hand, The end of it touching the ground as Vanarak suddenly threw his head back. A loud echoing laughter erupting from him. Several seconds passed as Vanarak's laughter continued. He was visibly shivering from laughter as it finally died down. "Y-You people. Hehehe..."

Vanark took a large step completely turning his back to the three. his laughter had finally dissapeared as Vanarak's voice grew gruffy again "Sure, I'll play along with ya, Now I'm atleast sure you won't try to kill me" Vanarak suddenly sat down in the snow, The many arrows in his back moving slightly as his wounds started opening from the movement. "But It will be the little one... Vanarak swung his left hand upwards, Using his thumb to point towards Tikal ...That will help me with the arrows. You should know, Elf, That you have a terrible intuition, I'll be no asset. Nor a friend for that matter. So since you have those fancy kitchen knives, Could you please keep a watch for that damn troll? I would like to avoid being blind-sided by any boulders"

Completely unaware to the previous trauma which Yevoc had suffered Vanarak sat quietly, He was clearly attempting to act tough, But it was pretty clear for both Yevoc and Tikal how painful the arrows must be. Many of the wounds seem to have been forcefully "Pried Open", In a very distressing way.

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen

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While he was relieved by the fact that the minotaur was in a cheerful mood and laughing, Yevoc once again couldn’t help but feel insulted by the comment about his sword being kitchen knives. Nevertheless, he figured it was better to stay on this guy’s good side so he obliged and kept an eye on the cave where the troll had retreated after throwing the boulder at him.
“Oh yeah, this is much better than killing the troll on our own.” Ash muttered.
“Why don’t you make yourself useful and fly your tiny ass up there to see if the troll is there or not?"
“That’s actually not a bad idea.” Ash said before fluttering off to the cave at the top of the hill. A few minutes later he turned around and flew back out of the cave and hovered a few feet in front of the entrance before turning to human size. “Hey you guys might want to come look at this. The cave comes out into a goblin village and they seem to be enjoying the supplies they stole. Also there’s a group of people in the woods a few yards over there.” He said as he pointed to the group still in the woods.
“Well, …” Yevoc paused, realizing he didn’t get the minotaur’s name “… sir, once your friend gets those twigs out of your back, I’ll get my pixie and we can go put my fancy kitchen knives to the test. Or if you’d like we can stay and see if these others are friendly.”
“Watch your tongue snowflake!” Ash snapped at Yevoc, pixie was viewed as a derogatory slur to the fairies.
“Well, you don’t have to come along with me everywhere if you don’t want to.” He chuckled back at him.
“I can put you frozen ass back under that boulder again, too! Remember that!”

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Tikal

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Tikal had been looking around to see where she landed when she froze, her wings mid-flutter. Her skin crawled with that feeling of being watched, her ears catching the low and rumbling voice of her white bull.

"This one..." she heard him say, and when she whirled around to see which 'one' he was talking about, her face split into a doofy grin upon seeing his thumb pointed back towards her.

"Me..?" She moved left while poking herself in the chest with her forefinger. His thumb was still pointing at where she previously was. "No no.. he couldn't.." she whispered. "Me?" Now she moved right and the excitement her body expressed caused her wings to begin fluttering, which helped lift her small form an inch off of the snow covered ground. His thumb was still pointing.
Realization that was previously being held back now burst to the surface, her wings pulsing with vibrant colors as she squealed. "Me! He means me! Me me! Not you!" She pointed to a tree on her right. "Not you!!" She pointed at the snow bank she fell into. "Me! Just me! Meeeeee~!" she sang while starting to dance over to her prize and turn in circles.

"Ha chachachacha!" She tapped her toes in the snow and pumped her arms. "Look at this! Chosen! By such a fine rarity!" Pushing her fingers against her mouth she giggled like a court maiden who was winked at by a prince. "White fur.. " she mooned over his left shoulder. "Intricate tattoos.." she switched to his left while completely, but not purposefully avoiding the arrows in his back. Then she came around and bent over to stare into his face with round, wide, and blue pools of awe. "And what a beautiful.. big.. wet nose you have.. Gosh I just want to touch i- And those dark equin eyes!" She made her giggling sound again, dropping into a seat on her heels. "Are you staring into my soul right now~? I want you to. Go on." She finally ended her rant with another stupid and lasting grin. Her chin was being held in her hands and her wings created a warm buzzing sound as she stared at Vanarak.

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal

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Vanarak found himself completely dumbfounded, Again. The elf had taken his suggestion and together with his fairy he was scouting the cavern. He was quietly observing the woods from which he had heard the sounds of heavy armor, Expecting and preparing for the other fairy to start attempting to remove the arrows, But that was not at all what happened.

It only took a moment before Vanarak heard several very excited sounds behind him. The fluttering of her wings accompanied by small
Me's
. Vanarak didn't care much for it. He thought at first that she was simply being hesitant and questioned why just she had to help him, It was the usual thing that most people do when they are forced to do anything with him. But her small sounds only got louder, and soon enough Vanarak could hear the amount of pure, Joy in her voice. And with that she started happily proclaiming
Me! He means me! Me me!
all the while throwing her arms out in random directions. Vanarak had not a single clue about her reaction, He had never experienced any of the sort.

She suddenly twirled directly to him, Reaching the ground while still gesturing like an Overjoyed schoolgirl. She started to swoon over him, all the while followed by Vanarak's now curious gaze. She was noting every slight detail about him. All from his eyes to his fur. Until she suddenly sat herself down beside him, Like exhausted from her outburst. Her eyes seemed to have increased several sizes to fit with her wide smile.
Are you staring into my soul right now? I want you to, go on.


Vanarak had completely forgotten about his arrows, just the way that the fairy also probably did, He was far to busy attempting to talk with her. Vanarak was someone who could talk, he knows what to say although his appearance rarely allows him to have a good conversation. But he, as said, Found himself completely dumbfounded. Only staring directly into bright blue eyes meeting his. "Your soul? Hrmh, What is there to say, You certainly seem, Interesting" Was she not afraid of him in the slightest? Not on her guard or anything? Her wings was still gently vibrating, For a moment Vanarak thought that he could have been struck by magic, Been charmed. He switched the grip on his axe, Laying it down across his lap. He had never been so... Overwhelmed, And he kinda enjoyed it.

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Tikal

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Tikal gazed at Vanarak as if he was the most beautiful thing she was never going to see again. When he replied to her, she sighed dreamily while he was speaking. "Ya know.. I've never, safely, been this close to a subject before." She told him, her smile having dwindled to something more gentle and content. Then, after sighing again while her eyes drank him in, she hopped up onto her feet and beamed at him once more while placing her fists on her hips. "I'm Tikal! And you not shooing me away after this long means that we'll be fast friends! And if you don't mind at all, I'm going to make us inseparable!" Her wings hummed at the thought. Then she thought about the thought. "Well. Inseperable until I thoroughly study and document you."

Dropping down into a squat again, the human sized yet 5 foot tall Tikal summoned her Bestiary and with a wiggle of her fingers, opened it up to the two pages that were now a tribute to him and him alone. On one was where she'd drawn him in all of his intimidating glamour and the other was where she'd written down all she knew about him from first glance. There was a surprising amount of detail. "See?" She held the book at its base and over her facial features as she showed it to him, only leaving her eyes for him to see. "I've been working at this thing for half of my fairy life! It's my Bestiary, and you're my first major star!!" Her voice gained more excitement as she neared the end of her sentence. Once the word star was said, she snapped the book shut and dismissed it, causing it to vanish in a ripple of air.

There were probably things going on arohnd Tikal that deserved almost half as much attention as she was giving Vanarak. But right no1w she was a collector who'd found something she knew no one else had. So she had to devote all of her attention to it, and whatever it could mean for her.

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen

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Yevoc glanced over at the minotaur and the other fairy. They seemed to be otherwise occupied.
“Well, I guess it’s just you and me dragonfly.”
“Oh for fuck sake, my name is Ash!”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m on my way up. Just warn me if the troll comes back.” Yevoc called up to him as he began to climb up the hill to the cave. As he reached the top he was able to see the others that Ash had mentioned earlier. He was no just slightly more cautious when he was able to make out that a Dark Elf seemed to be leading the group. While Dark Elves and Snow Elves didn’t really have anything against each other, Yevoc knew that Dark Elves were not to be trifled with.
“So should we wait for the other two?” Ash asked.
“I think they’re busy, I’m sure they’ll catch up, though, if they’re serious about killing the troll.”
“So what’s your plan, run into the village, swords swinging, freezing everything in sight until you can kill them?” Ash asked sarcastically.
“Well, it was more along the lines of killing and freezing as I go, but basically yeah that was it. Why? You got something better? I doubt you can do much damage with that dagger there, so a little magical backup might be nice.”

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Vanarak was regaining himself, He was still thoroughly surprised by the fact that this small Fae seemed so comfortable by his side. Even soldiers which have had their life saved by him rarely let down their guard when he was close.

Vanarak let out a small muffled laugh when she proclaimed that she had never been
Safely close to a subject before
. Safe, that's certainly not what people feel in his presence. She stood up, Vanarak's gaze still locked on her. Tikal, that was her name. Vanarak was extremely bad with names, But not this time, He would be sure to etch that name into his memory. Tikal continued her gentle rambling, Stating how they would quickly become friends, How they were about to be completely inseparable until her "study" was completed. Vanarak didn't care much for what her "study" might be, He honestly didn't mind Tikal's company and thus didn't really see anything wrong with what she was saying.

Suddenly sitting herself down again, expending her seemingly unending amount of energy. A short movement with her hands, Using her innate magic, Causing a large book to appear in her hands. The book was, Huge, Atleast compared to the Fae wielding it, Like one of those magic tomes that battles had been fought for. Holding it in a mildly cute manner, Like a child proud of her drawings, She showed it to him. Leaning in slightly, Vanarak's curiosity getting the best of him, He took a long glance over the pages detailing him. It was, Impressive, Worryingly so. One of the pages holding a picture of him, Was extremely, well detailed. The tiny text accompanying it, speculating about facts surrounding him. The amount of detail made a small alarm in the back of his head go off. "This is... Very detailed..."

With another small ripple of energy the book dispersed, Just as suddenly as it had appeared

Vanarak had still a hard time wrapping his head around it, Who was she? What is she even doing? He could have easily killed her. Was she incredibly brave or just stupid? But he disregarded the questions, It was nothing that he needed to know, Instead he allowed a small smirk to creep up on him. Lifting his hand of his axe, Softly poking Tikal directly between her eyes
"...But my fur isn't all that shiny like you have drawn it, It's only the snow"

Vanarak could clearly see out of the corners of his vision, It seemed the elf was going. He would need to catch up. But if he really wished to gain any speed then the arrows potruding out of his back would need to be dealt with first.

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Excitement bubbled inside the Tamer Fae as she stared at her new devotion. In her head she barely listened to what he was saying, only made plans for the forseeable future. That practice soon ended when Tikal went cross-eyed trying to look at the finger that was suddenly at the center of her face. It made her turn off her buzzing brain to listen to his gently spoken words. "Haha! That wasn't meant to be shimmers! It was meant to be the clouds of snow you kicked up when you came charging up to that elf." She smiled, humming her amusement.

Then, Tikal blinked and the rest of the world came back into focus. Forest. Snow. Troll! Elf. Cousin! "Hey.." she stood up and began looking around. "Where did that elf go anyway.. oh." She looked up the hill just in time to see his leg vanish over the lip of a cave. She hummed curiously and quietly, her nearly transparent wings opening and closing just once. "They must be after that Troll King. How brave." She commended while turning to look at Vanarak again.

"Oh! What's your name by the way I what in the heavens!" She jumped and immediately scrabbled around to stand behind him, kicking up snow in her rush. "Oh! Oh no.. My highest apologies! You're such a rarity that I completely forgot about this!" She threw her arms out to gesture to the arrows sticking out of his back. "What a fluff brain I am.. I even sketched them on you.." she shook her head at her own ignorance. "Don't you worry though!" She brightened. "You will feel some pain. But it will be relieved as fast as it comes! Ready?"
And then she didn't wait for any signal that he was. She simply snatched out the first arrow and tossed it aside in the same motion. Then, by the time it hit the snow, she was drawing a circle around the entry wound with her finger. Vanarak should feel as if she were rubbing ice all around the shallow hole, which would soothe the throbbing he was sure to be feeling after she snatched out the arrows. Then, after soothing the immediate pain Tikal would set to work directing healing runes, that she made in the air with her fingers, around the wound that would treat any goblin concocted infection. She would do this until it stopped bleeding and the visible flesh, if any, was a healthy red again. She did this again and again after snatching out arrow after arrow. And all while humming softly.

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen

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Vanarak continued his streak of being surprised, The small arrows weren't much. But without any of Vanarak's usual rage and bloodlust he had none of the immunity to pain. Through the entire process it would be seen how Vanarak was tensing his entire body, his hands tightly clenching the axe sprawled across his lap. One would think that he was trying to cope with the pain, But in reality he was trying his very best to remain calm. The smell of his own blood, It would perhaps had been overwhelming if it weren't for the gentle healing that Tikal was forcing on him. He cursed himself in his mind. These are just goblin arrows! They barely hurt! Why are you getting so worked up!? If one thing was clear, then it would definitely be how incredibly good Tikal was at what she was doing. The swift removal followed up by direct healing kept almost any blood from escaping, even the soft humming that was emanating from Tikal was almost, Soothing. It took a few arrows until Vanarak felt he had full control of himself. He visibly relaxed, The remaining arrows going without a hitch.

Throwing his head back, His right eye locating Tikal. "That's better, Thank you.." The last arrow being loosened from him, Not waiting for any of the pain relieving or magic runes he rose from the ground, Suprisingly quickly and agile for someone of his size. Taking one quick step forward, Like to test himself, and with a smile turning towards Tikal "...Now I hope you aren't afraid of blood or anything like that, Becuse if you are to study me, Vanarak the White Bull. Then you are going to get, a lot, of that."

A wide smile crossed Vanarak. He felt fired up, more so than usual. The arrows was out, The general low damage they caused in the first place being healed made Vanarak feel like he was completely on top again. With a a loud laugh he suddenly started running towards the stone wall leading to the cavern. He dived straight towards the wall, Gaining a suprising amount of air. The entire motion was quite terrifying as Vanarak swung his axe in a wide arc along with it, Plunging it deeply into the stone. A loud crash echoed from it. For a moment there was only dust until Vanarak yelled happily. "Keep up now Tikal, We are going to have some fun!" Releasing his left hand, and grabbing a nearby stone potruding from the wall, Vanarak used his right hand, Holding his, axe to swing upwards again, And then swinging himself up the wall. Repeating the motion, Loud crunching sounds being heard each time he swung his axe.

A small witty thought crossed Vanarak. He was going to make this really enjoyable

"FIRST ONE TO REACH THE TROLL KING GETS THE BOUNTY"

Vanarak's voice was cacophonous. Echoing up through the cavern and out across the forest, Even the goblins in the village would be able to hear it. It was a formal challenge, To everyone.

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Yevoc and Ash were startled by the thunderous sound of Vanarak’s proclamation. He turned to see Vanarak climbing into the entrance of the cave. He and Ash turned back to check if the goblins at the other end of the cave had heard the voice as well. He heard the garbled chatter of the native goblin language and the sound of tiny bare feet tapping on the cave floor.
“Damn it! The least that bull-headed son of bitch could have done is wait ‘til he was in the front before letting a battle cry loose.” Ash stated in a snarky tone.
“Hope you got some kind of magical attack strategy planned, because all I got is freezing and hacking.”
“I can hold my own, just watch where you point those ice beams. I don’t want to end up like that tree.”
As a large group of goblins came around the corner in the cave, Ash shrank down to fairy size. The goblins weren’t heavily armored, mostly animal skins and leather. Their weapons were primitive as well, spears, bows, and the occasional stone battle ax or club. While Yevoc had been trained for battle in many of the Elven fighting arts, he had never had to put them to use until now. He blasted the first waves few rows of goblins running at them while dodging the spears and arrows. He hacked into the frozen bodies with his blades and frozen body parts hit the floor of the cave and shattered. Other goblins he just hacked into with his nearly indestructible blades. Meanwhile, Ash took a more comical approach to battle. He would land on the face of a goblin and they would swat him with their weapons, but he’d fly away or poof onto another goblin until they were fighting themselves.
“Hey, big white bully, you mind giving us a hand?” Ash called out to Vanarak as he was still pulling himself up.

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Vanarak got up before Tikal could heal and clean the final arrow wound in his back. When he stood up so quickly, she abruptly stopped humming and stumbled backwards a bit. Wow~! Look at those rippling muscles! Her eyes rounded and gazed up at the bull. And then he peered down at her and she felt like she were a small child staring up at a king. It was such a tickly sparkly sensation! And then he was bouncing, running, and climbing. Tikal frantically poofed back into her fae size in order to keep up.

"C-careful now, Vanarak! You could.. open up.. yeah nevermind." She frowned as she watched the small holes on his back flex, stretch and begin to bleed again. As he climbed she kept her distance from his swinging arms and weapon but still fluttered close. She was like a tiny lantern behind and slightly above his shoulder. And like a lantern her wings were illuminating their ocean green color just slightly, it was so exciting to be so close to this rarity that was now hers to study! She had to release the energy somehow. When he bellowed out a challenge, she grinned but then worriedly looked up "That was really cool and all but I'm pretty sure you've just endangered my cousin and that elf." She nibbled her lower lip, her gaze lingering on the lip of the cave. Then she shook her head, summoned her book and began doing what she did best. She watched how Vanarak moved and huffed, documenting and hypothesizing every bit.

It was good work what she managed to get done before she heard the pair inside the cave call down to Vanarak. Dismissing her book, she flew ahead to peek in and see what was going on. And to see the sight of the goblins attacking just one elf and a tiny fairy made her a bit frantic. "U-uh..!" She tore her gaze away and descended back down to the bull that was closing in. "Faster now, Vanny! They're swamped up there!" She urged and encouraged him, making a wooshing motion with her arms.

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen

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Nyx looked on at the battle before her. A snow elf a giant bull man and two fairies soon joined by her own group. She then noticed the goblin mage preparing to cast a spell at the already engaged snow elf...He would have never seen the spell coming...But the goblin never got the spell off as a dagger appeared in its neck followed by the dark elf holding it.
The goblins around turned to face Nyx but too late as shadowy beams shot from her fingers turning them to ash. Another jumped at Nyx with it's spear only to hit air as Nyx teleported behind him sinking her dagger into his skull.
Nyx began to laugh darkly as another goblin felt the sting of her shadow bolt. She was clearly enjoying this.

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Vanarak was chuckling, heavily as he hefted himself over the cliff entering the cavern. A quicke glance was certainly not what was needed to take in the entire situation. Several people had joined the fight, One of them spewing forth black magic like a chimney while laughing madly, He liked her. The tunnel itself was small and pretty cramped, Especially with the goblins flowing like an river through it. They had a strange dedication, Almost crushing themself trying to reach their enemies. That troll was definitely one of it's kind.

But Vanarak hadn't stopped smiling for a second. Not even at the sudden, "Vanny" He shook the name quickly. Vanarak could feel that familiar heat bubbling inside him, Hopefully he would be able to keep himself from losing grip completely. So before that, he needed to share some expertise around bloodthirsty beasts. He started that same, slow jog as he used to run up the snowcovered hill, Slowly gaining speed. Gripping his axe with both hands he yelled out before reaching the goblins Elf! That troll is smart, He won't attack unless he knows he is going to win! We will need to reach him... A dangerous glint appeared in Vanarak's eyes as the stench of blood reached him "...So you people better dodge"

He had just reached the goblins when that was uttered, Now at a high speed he changed the grip on his axe, Placing his right hand way too far up the handle and his left way too low on the handle. It would be very impractical to swing this way, But that was not his intention. Lowering his axe into the same height as an average goblin Vanarak engaged a wild charge straight into them, Using his axe like a plow. None of the goblins possesed even a fragment of the strength that would be needed to stop him. He was heading straight through the cavern, Determined to reach the end. With the goblins piling up against his handle wildy swinging towards him and the ones who fell of crushed by his hooves Vanarak only started losing himself more, A faint last thought hitting him. "Hopefully the others actually dodged"

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Yevoc turned as he heard the young lady you recognized him. He was a little bit surprised and she seemed to be a tiny bit confused. While he was indeed a prince of Polara, he was the last in line after nine other siblings and he was only the prince of the Snow Elves, while the Nordics and the other races native to Polara had their own Royal families and governments. However, now was not the time to dwell on such topics as he was fighting for his life. He turned to see a dark elf stab a goblin mage who was about to cast a spell on him. He nodded and gave a smile in appreciation. He quickly turned back to hacking, slashing and freezing the goblins as he tried to work his way out through the back of the cave. “Elf! That troll is smart. He won't attack unless he knows he is going to win! We will need to reach him...” Vanarak called out to him. Yevoc knew the troll would be controlling the goblins from the center of the village. “...So you people better dodge." He turned to look behind him only to see Vanarak lowering his ax to goblin height and start running in his direction. He didn’t have much room to maneuver on either side of the cave. He could only think of one option to get out of the way. He tossed his swords into the ceiling of the cave then jumped high into the air grabbed onto them and held himself against the roof of the cave while Vanarak rampaged through the cave. He dropped down after he passed by and pulled the swords out as he did. He quickly followed behind Vanarak until he reached the end of the cave.

The village was small with only a few crude huts and fire pits. It looked like the majority of the goblins had already been sent into the cave and the ice troll was in a throne at the center of the village. He ran into the village slashing the and freezing as many of the remaining goblins as he could, knowing the others would be coming out of the cave soon. He figured if he could get rid of them, by the time the others got out they could all go after the troll at the same time. As he got a good look at the troll he noticed something odd. His eyes were glowing a deep shade of purple. This gave some merit to Ash’s theory about someone else controlling it.
“Oh shit, Ash.” He gasped realizing that he hadn’t seen him since Vanarak came trampling through the cave. He turned to the cave just in time to see the glowing blue ball of light come out and grow to human size. “Oh yeah, that’s definitely an enchantment controlling him. Strongest enchantment I’ve ever felt.” He said as he was hit by the vibes from whatever was controlling the troll.
“Can you break the enchantment?” Yevoc asked as he sliced the head off a goblin that came running at him with a crude stone sword drawn.
“If the enchanted item were here, I might have a chance, but all I can do now is trace the enchantment to the item. But hell, judging by the vibes, Sketchy back there would probably have to help me.”

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By the time Tikal had followed Vanarak back into the cave, it was filled with bloodshed and war cries. The fae whimpered and hovered close to the Bull's shoulder at the sight of it all. "Aww man.. This looks really.. really dangerous.." She whined, her eyes looking left and right.

There was that girl with the azure cape tailing some pirate looking guy who jumped into the fray and began swinging away.
Then there was an avian with dazzling armor and great wings knocking goblins left and right.
Tikal squeaked and ducked behind one of Vanarak's horns when a bolt of darkness whizzed over her head and turned an incoming goblin to ash. Looking back at the smoking pile of dust made her land on his head and hug up against the smooth enamel of his horn. "M-maybe we should go back! They've got this now! Look at all these helpful souls!" She laughed nervously while constantly looking over her shoulder to grimace at a goblin being slain before it could charge them. Then suddenly, everything lurched forward and they were bulldozing through the crowd, knocking Goblins to and fro. Tikal closed her eyes tightly and held on for dear life while trying not to be snatched off by the wind that Vanarak was whipping up.

When they came to a stop inside of the goblin village, the sounds of frustrated and broken goblins were not too far behind them. Tikal opened her eyes to look back and see that the others were coming through their makeshift path, still fighting some to really clear it out. Then, she turned to look forward and nearly tripped to feel the twisted aura that suddenly invaded her magical senses. "Woah." she breathed while the gem on her necklace began to glow and her wings started humming. She sounded like a really big bumble bee. "That's a lot of magic.. Oh.." Her eyes glazed and she flew forward some, tipping her head to eye the Troll King "Its trying to fight it but whatever's controlling it is really strong.." She said softly, her gem letting her feel just a bit of the beast's pain. She moved a bit closer, "We have to hurry! If it loses that internal battle.." she turned and came back to the group "That will be one angry and rage filled troll. And I've seen a troll taken over by rage.." She shuddered at the memory.

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Nyx calmly walked in the wake of the bull's pain train stabbing or blasting any goblin that managed to escape the bull's wrath. Soon she came to the room with the others seeing the troll sitting there dark magic filling it's eyes.
" Something or someone very dark is controlling this thing..But even if we free it I don't think it will be friends we will have to kill the creature ethier way... That said he would be easier to kill without the dark magic. If we can identify the source of the magic I could use my invisibility to take it out without alerting the troll."