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Jennifer Live

"No, no, no. This is beautiful, this is art."

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a character in “A Tale of Lastra”, as played by AceofSpade

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Jennifer Live




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Name: Jennifer Live

Dragon’s Name and Color: None

Appearance: Like her lithe form suggests, Jennifer is highly dexterous, possessing supple long limbs and a flexible build resembling that off a feline. She looks like she was constructed to be an acrobat. Unusually appealing, Jennifer sports sharp features and since the events of Barthomel’s rise, has grown her hair past her shoulders. Long, black and beautifully slick, it contrasts well with her enticingly silky white complexion. Her appearance can be rather insidious if need be, but more subtle and refined rather than brutish. More often than not she appears like a noble woman until she begins to use her magic. Jennifer stands at an average height of 5’7” (170cm), but oddly, doesn’t look like the type of person who is easily intimidated. Her aptitude for illusion magic in combination with her keen sense of fashion also ensures she’s capable of wearing a giddying variety of clothes at the click of a finger. Typically however, or for the sake of travelling comfortably, she wears dark boots, a form fitting white blouse underneath a crisp brown jacket, and tight gray trousers attached to her waist by a black leather belt. Underneath the clothes are numerous faded scars from her childhood. Most long and drawn out across her back, but some criss-cross in painful fashions across her legs and arms, all of which bear the hall marks of frantic healing magic. Since drinking the dragon blood forty years ago, Jennifer has yet to show signs of aging past her twenty year-old self.

Age: 63

Race: Human/Warlock

Strengths/Abilities: Illusionary Magic – World Fracture
Jennifer is likely one of the most capable illusionists of her era still actively practicing, but she’s perhaps more (in)famously known for her reality bending ability, ‘World Fracture’. Her abilities, much like her personality, are fickle. Yet such is the absurdity of her power that Jennifer’s illusions can transcend reality. This enables her to craft a dizzying array of attacks where none can truly verify their existence until the moment they’ve experienced it. Although powerful, Jennifer’s illusions tend to be restricted to a small area of affect and such magic is generally focused around herself. This leads many to believe her magic is restricted to being small in scale. Though this maybe, her attacks are no less lethal. Able to seamlessly switch between fireballs to millions of tiny insects to suffocate her enemies and even fake her own death, the only limits are her imagination. As a result, Jennifer is an incredibly illusive opponent to grasp. Using World Fracture is highly taxing when it comes to creating objects which will persist in the real world, such as a sword or jacket. Medium and even small sized persistent objects consume high proportions of her energy, which is why she mainly relegates her power to temporary elements.

Weaknesses: Reliance on Magic
Jennifer relies entirely on her monstrous powers and makes use of it whenever possible for its convenience. She knows no other way of life and is potentially crippled by it. Eventually there may come a time where she has to rely on her own abilities, and though she's able to hold her own in most situations, she's hardly an expert in terms of hand-to-hand combat.

Air Sickness
For some people, flying on dragon back can cause sickness. Jennifer never had the chance to acclimatize herself with flying after the death of her dragon, a missed opportunity. Her experiences with Talon haven't improved her particular outlook either. Since meeting him, she's been dropped from the sky on more than one occasion, and in the forty years that have elapsed, her air sickness largely remains the same, debilitating. So she avoids flying like the plague.

Personality: Since her time with Talon, his influence has mellowed the mage considerably compared to their first encounter, more than she likes to admit. Where she was once psychotic, these days she’s tempered and unusually reasonable so long as Talon’s around to rein her in. Although time has done nothing to affect her extraordinary confidence or selfishness. Never above reminding others their place, Jennifer’s a top illusionist and she knows few others can contend with her prowess. Prior to meeting Talon, nobody had bothered to treat her with a shred of humanity, so her care for him is near obsessive. She persists in ensuring his safety in all matters and seeks to ease his losses, especially after the death of his dragon. In recent years however, Jennifer has steadily grown to despise the assassin's perilous occupation and takes every opportunity to remind him that he should retire.

Her heavy, rural accent, obnoxious insensitivity and outspokenness tends to belly her tender sides as a sophisticated reader. Despite developing maturely (arguably), it’s definitely prudent to maintain a certain caution around her. Jennifer has committed numerous crimes, from theft to murder, and has does so almost always in cold blood. She's never hesitant to kill or torture in order to protect or avenge. Even to this day, fighting her sadistic past can be a losing battle, leading her to be prone to volatile explosions of cruelty. On the other hand she can be foolishly fearless at times, unyielding and frustratingly stubborn. Her leverage to this is her humour. Well known for her persistent smile and general nonchalance, she has the uncanny ability to seek the humour in all things, a habit she practiced in order to cope with her childhood.

Equipment: Necklace

History: Jennifer's history is stained with cruelty. From the moment she could use magic, Jennifer was relentlessly worked to harness and abuse the powers of her magi birthright. Jennifer's family was an aspiring group of mages seeking to outdo the top families within Ro’ell, so from an early age they tirelessly forced her to practice her powers. Shouldering her manic father’s hopes and dreams, she was taught to be a weapon of mass destruction first and a human last. There was no love lost or even there begin with, just endless tomes of magical theory and the torturous whips of her goaders. As a child she'd spend hours slaving away over incantations, learning spells and controlling her magic until such things were as second nature to her as the air she breathed into her lungs. Regardless of the barbarity, the results where impressive. Jennifer had become the family's strongest mage. Possessing a unique mindset which enabled her illusionary powers to become reality, she had limitless potential. Jennifer's father was impatient though. Foolishly, he challenged one of the top mage families, the Romaines, before her powers could fully develop. Both families would nominate their representatives for a duel and the obvious candidate for Jennifer's family was herself. Entrusted with their ambitions, Jennifer entered the duel with high hopes, only to be crushed utterly by an older boy. To punish and humiliate her, and by extension her family, the Romaine family captured her dragon in the aftermath and tortured it to death as an example. Still connected to her bond, Jennifer screamed as her dragon's pain ravaged her body in its death rows.

Despite her protests, nobody helped her, not even her own parents who’d fled in concern for their own safety now that they’d openly challenged the Romaines. Jennifer grew jaded and began detesting the world, cursing her family with a seething hatred as she felt utterly helpless in that moment to change anything. She learnt then the extent of society’s cruelty and utter corruption. The powerful dictated the poor remorselessly and only misery reigned supreme. Jennifer had all but lost faith in the races of Dragoon until she met Talon. Overtime, his unbending principles and compassion eventually won her over, though they acted as a double edged sword. On one hand she could trust him entirely, knowing he’d never betray her intentionally. On the other those exact same principles often required him to risk his life in order to stand up for them. The events of Barthomel's rise have tied her fate with his regardless. In order to balance the power of the old god's brace, her presence is required to absorb the jewel's excess power lest it build up and kill him.

So begins...

Jennifer Live's Story

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Materializing like smoke drawn to a fire, Jennifer stood by the entrance, flashing a signature grin. A wide and taunting gesture which sat perfectly framed between her honey combed cheeks. Draped in a simple blouse and pants, the mage painted a pretty picture within the rectangular doorway. Forty years had done little to dull her sharp appearance, just as it had neglected to affect Talon. Talon looked as young as the day they’d first met, and arguably bulkier now that they weren’t flying around constantly, frantically evading bloodthirsty rebels. Jennifer had resumed her own training a few months after they’d settled down. It was all down to her ingrained past, and arduous days spent preparing to be a weapon. She just couldn’t remain stationary as simply as others. Sunset traced long shadows over the furniture of their little unit. It seeped through the opening of their west bay window and bathed the room orange, sheets, walls and floor whole. Talon stood at the centre of it, his furrowed brow and corded muscles highlighted in the same orange, much like a thinking statue. Watching him brood in silence, he looked tired and far more spent than usual.

Leering at the bristling assassin, she held her own arms across her chest, reflecting his posture in mock amusement. One of those hands held the book she’d been reading before his blatant cursing disrupted her from the other room. “Some things never change,” she chuckled, announcing her entry with a statement meant to be both figurative and literal. She had waited patiently for the bulk of his frustrations to fizzle down before speaking, as if she was afraid he'd bite. “I hope your language is more refined when addressing the order of Vyldi, wouldn’t want to lose that peace you’ve been working so hard to maintain now would we?”

She relished the snug feeling of carpet brushing against her bare feet as she stepped into the bedroom and retired her novel to a side desk. One of the things which had changed over the course of their relationship was his increased tolerance of underhanded methods, her influence. A change she welcomed wholeheartedly, but Jennifer never imagined she’d get to chastise him for it, “And don’t even think about killing them to end your dispute. In my opinion you’re at the perfect age to retire, but you’re the one who insists on leading the assassin guild. Suffering their pompousness is the least you can do for evading me.”

Making her way to where he stood, her fingers delicately trailed along his shoulders before settling down to ease his tension. “Alternatively, if those old men are still annoying you, you can think about me instead,” she whispered from behind his ear, rotating her palms and fingers with a firm rhythm. Abruptly, her cold laughter penetrated the still air as she nipped his ear lobe and then backed away playfully. If the man didn’t loosen up, he was going to die of a heart attack, dragon blood or not.

“Now, tell me about Lethandrill. I don’t recall having heard about any rumours before,” she said, wiping her hands dry against her top. Talon's skin was slightly damp, evidence he’d drenched himself upon returning home. “I don't even know how you'll find the time to travel either. You've still got new recruits to brief. There's one mute individual in particular who looks like she'll be a handful...though, i guess she does have the advantage of not having to worry about breaking noise silence...”

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Talon V'lyn

“I hope your language is more refined when addressing the order of Vyldi, wouldn’t want to lose that peace you’ve been working so hard to maintain now would we?”

His attention was taken from his brooding as the mage moved gracefully into the room. She wore a simple white shirt and pants and her feet were bare, making almost no sound at all as she walked across their carpet. He watched her as she moved towards him, her familiar smile upon her lips as always. He frowned though, recovering from her sudden entrance. He was still irritated with the Vyldi council.

"They can only be so lucky," he muttered in return.

“And don’t even think about killing them to end your dispute. In my opinion you’re at the perfect age to retire, but you’re the one who insists on leading the assassin guild. Suffering their pompousness is the least you can do for evading me,” her hand went up his arm, slowly reaching up to his taunt shoulder. He could feel his muscles melting under her touch, the tension seemingly slipping away. Talon allowed himself to sigh heavily and close his eyes.

"If it were only that easy... but you're right."

“Alternatively, if those old men are still annoying you, you can think about me instead,” she whispered, a change in her tone as she reached up to his ear and bit at the lobe with her fine pearly teeth. A spark ran through him and his eyes opened up, narrowing in on her. She was still close enough to him, even as she laughed and pulled away to dry her hands from his damp skin. Talon turned full circle and followed her, her teasing getting the best of him. Reaching out, he put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him.

“Now, tell me about Lethandrill. I don’t recall having heard about any rumours before. I don't even know how you'll find the time to travel either. You've still got new recruits to brief. There's one mute individual in particular who looks like she'll be a handful...though, i guess she does have the advantage of not having to worry about breaking noise silence...”

"In a minute," he said as he dipped down and kissed her. One hand held her tightly around the waist, the other ran up her back, curving her body against his. He loved her feel, her smell, her laughter. Everything about her drove him crazy, even when she was being difficult. He deepened their kiss, pouring all of his affections into it as he caressed her tongue with his. Finally he pulled away and took a deep breath. Talon felt better now that she was there, in his arms.

"Well, as you've so kindly reminded me. We'll have to post pone any further ideas that may be running through your mind, my lovely mage," he smiled wickedly at her as he reached up and ran his thumb across her cheek gently, "I've got recruits waiting for me, and unfortunately a long ride to Lethandrill as well..." he frowned at that, but quickly shoved the annoying thoughts aside.

"Will you accompany me to the briefing room? I would like to only say this once to everyone," he said and pulled away from her slowly. Once free from her hold, he turned to the wardrobe and opened it. His leather tunic, belt and weapons hung up inside and he pulled it all out. As soon as he was dressed and ready, he turned for the door and headed for the large room that was at the bottom of the huge establishment. Talon had rebuilt his fathers house several years ago, expanding it to allow more room for training and housing the assassins.

The upper floor was home to his more experienced and older assassins, his and Jennifer's bedroom (being the largest) was at the back of the house to the west side. The other rooms for the assassins were on the first floor, spread out from the front and extending all the way down the two wings that he'd added to the house on either side. Outside, the home encircled the enormous courtyard where the assassins trained in all forms of fighting. The final part of the house connected the two large wings at the back and that was where all of the briefings were held.

Talon took the stairs down to the first floor quickly, nimbly avoiding the other assassins that were in and out of their rooms, doing odds and ends jobs that Talon kept posted up on a billboard near the front of the house. Once he hit the bottom, he turned swiftly on his heel and headed for the backdoor that led to the courtyard. Pushing the door open, the seasoned assassin was let out into his courtyard. Looking up to where his bedroom was, he could see the balcony that wrapped around the room. He smiled fondly as he recalled having spent more than a few cool evenings on that balcony with Jennifer beside him.

Entering the briefing hall, he turned left and went down to the second door. Looking over his shoulder to be sure that Jennifer was still with him, he opened it and walked into the room. All chatter ceased immediately as his presence filled the room. His gaze shot from one young man to another until it settled on the woman that Jennifer had mentioned in their room. Her silvery hair was long, covering her eyes and she was dressed in furs. Indeed, she stood out amongst the rest, but he almost got the feeling that she wasn't one to be taken lightly. If anything, her interest in becoming an assassin was probably right on target, given her aura.

Talon moved to the desk that was at the front of the room. Leaning on it, he crossed his arms over his broad chest and eyed the handful of people in front of him once more, this time with a bit more scrutiny. A few he could already tell wouldn't last a week through his training, some he figured would probably find something better suited to them in three weeks, and even less he thought could actually become hardened assassins. Taking a deep breath he began speaking.

"Riena sends her greetings," his deep voice reverberated off the walls around them, "Many of you won't receive her blessings, however. For those that will, the Order is now your home, your life. My training will break you down and build you up again. There are three trainers, they are to be respected and treated as if you're dealing with me personally. They are less forgiving than I am. You start at first light, and you will end when the trainers say you end.

"The man or woman next to you, is your sister or brother here. You will watch over each other, fight with each other, protect each other and give your life for each other. Our Order may be small in comparison to some armies from the other cities, but they lack how tightly knit we are, therefore they lack in power. Riena teaches us to use the shadows, she teaches us to kill swiftly and she teaches us to be nothing more than to be silent predators in the dark. We do not kill innocents or go on massacres. The punishment is death.

"You will be harbringers of peace, and anyone who disturbs this peace is quickly dealt with. If you're serious enough, strong enough and open minded enough, you will make it here in the Order. If not, you will break and you won't ever be able to return," he stopped and looked about the room. Already he could see some were having second thoughts about coming to Skyfall. However, there was hope yet as many had gone from uncertain to resolved through his speech. He allowed a small smirk of satisfaction before he continued.

"Upon returning from a council meeting with the Order of Vyldi, I was informed about strange events in Lethandrill. The Steward has refused to respond to any messengers sent to the forests, and just recently the last messenger has not returned at all. The Order feels that something may have happened while our attentions have been between ourselves rather than on the elves. Some fear that the Navile may have a hand in their unnatural silence towards us.

"To make matters worse, there are rumors spreading that the Steward took the throne forcefully, and that the Late Queen of the elves hadn't died of natural causes as we were so told, but that she was killed slowly with poison. The Order of Vyldi has been trying to send someone there to find out what exactly is going on, but nothing has come of it. Some elves have left the forests and that is where the information is coming from. They feel that something terrible is brewing in the Lethandrill, and so they fled in fear of their Steward. I've been.... asked.... to investigate the city.

"For a couple of you this will be your first task. Accompany Jennifer and myself to the city and meet with the Steward. The quicker we get to the bottom of this, the better. The rest of you will train here in the meantime," his lips pulled into an amused smile as he stood there, "I'll decide who comes via a sparing match. You're opponent is me. Come to the courtyard when you're ready," he said and pushed off the desk.

As he moved for the door, he felt the sharp prick of power along his arm. He ground his teeth and easily left the room without showing the pain that was slowly building from the bracer. He hadn't thought about the damn thing for so long that he'd nearly forgotten to share the power with Jennifer. It wasn't the first time he'd forgotten too either. In all the forty years he'd had to deal with the bracer, one would have thought that he would remember such a dangerous thing. Once outside and clear of any new students, he slumped against the wall, his free hand gripping his forearm just above the silver band that was eternally stuck to his arm. As soon as he got the pain under control he reached for Jennifer. She was sure to give him an ear full once he finished transferring the overflow of magic to her.

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Holding her head still for a second, she gave him a startled expression as Talon assaulted her lips, demanding her. She eased into his strong hold, glad so long as she was able to relieve some of his frustrations. Since the establishment of the Order of Nine, their relationship had been brought into question on more than one occasion. It was a particularly strenuous topic thanks to her less than exemplary records. Such was the reason why she often feigned to get too involved in Talon’s official business, lest she be the cause of further issues.

"Well, as you've so kindly reminded me. We'll have to post pone any further ideas that may be running through your mind, my lovely mage," he grinned down at her mockingly, pulling back only to caress her cheek. Oh how the tables had turned. She felt slightly flustered now that she was the one being teased, but grinned back at him, happy regardless. "I've got recruits waiting for me, and unfortunately a long ride to Lethandrill as well... Will you accompany me to the briefing room? I would like to only say this once to everyone," his brows gave off a slightly gloomy appearance at the thought, but he relented to his formal duties and set off to get dressed.

“Of course,” she nodded, a hint of sarcasm creeping into her tone, “It is my duty to monitor that language of yours after all.”

She slipped into some flat heels and followed Talon as they took the closest flight of stairs to the first floor, the less scenic route which went under the courtyard beneath their balcony. Even if she had the tendency to poke fun at his occupation, Talon had done a fine job of rebuilding his father’s legacy. Over the years the order had developed into something more than she ever imagined, she could almost call it home.

Jennifer stood just out of view as they finally entered the briefing hall, her lithe figure like the shadow glimpsed from the corner of your eye. A sort off respectful silence descended over the crowd as Talon stood over the front desk, but it wasn’t so much out of respect as much as his aura simply demanded it. Talon had been the authoritative figure head of the Order of Riena for an entire generation, and had yet to show the slightest hint of ailing in his responsibilities. She listened to him deliver the usual spiel with a small smirk, enjoying the ambiguous expressions of several members in the crowd especially. The young dark woman she mentioned earlier was present also, Fukayna Muidrehd. The key observation in her file was her refusal to speak, though the reasons why remained unknown. She was also listed as having formidable combat skills but it was difficult to tell from behind Talon. Jennifer made of a point of investigating the background off every new draftee, her way of rooting out potential danger to Talon. Lacking the assassin's charisma to lead, she was much better suited to working in the background. Her main interests lay within the council meeting however, so she listened to his speech again, this time more intently.

"Upon returning from a council meeting with the Order of Vyldi, I was informed about strange events in Lethandrill. The Steward has refused to respond to any messengers sent to the forests, and just recently the last messenger has not returned at all. The Order feels that something may have happened while our attentions have been between ourselves rather than on the elves. Some fear that the Navile may have a hand in their unnatural silence towards us.” he explained the situation simply.

Jennifer felt herself frowning immediately, knowing exactly where this was leading. Another Reev damned power struggle. Sixty years of the same thing happening over and over had already jaded her. Reev knows she'd experienced a lifetimes worth of it back in Ro'ell and now again as the Order of Nine attempted to shackle mages like her. Just the thought made her eye twitch, she'd rather be damned then listen to them, but of course the situation wasn't so simple.

"For a couple of you this will be your first task. Accompany Jennifer and myself to the city and meet with the Steward. The quicker we get to the bottom of this, the better. The rest of you will train here in the meantime. I'll decide who comes via a sparring match. You're opponent is me. Come to the courtyard when you're ready," Talon announced, officially concluding the meeting. Hushed murmurs from the crowd slowly filtered back into the room, replacing the silence as inductees began discussing their prospects. Jennifer’s attention was entirely focused upon Talon though, noticing his tightened jaw and narrowed eyes. The hallmark signs his old brace was acting up.

Cursing, she crouched in front of him as the assassin went flaccid against a wall, pale from pain. “Dammit Talon! How long has it been since you last shared your power?! How can you still be so forgetful after forty years!” she hissed, but more out of anger at herself. She should’ve anticipated this and reminded him before the meeting, instead she’d just fooled around again, drunk from the joy of just seeing him. They had a routine but sometimes his schedules simply interfered more than she liked. Jennifer waited until she’d absorbed the bulk of his power before releasing a sigh. “No matter. Now get up and get ready to spar. I want to enjoy watching the juniors kick your arse,” she ordered, jerking him upright with an encouraging slap across the arm.

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The instant he entered the briefing hall, Fukayna could feel him. The very chill of his aura swept about the room and many of the recruits shifted uncomfortably in their seats. It was the touch of a hardened warrior, a skilled fighter, a man who, for lack there of better wordage, wouldn't really take crap off of anyone. She went to draw her furs just a little closer about her body but paused in the motion. To cling to something out of comfort may be taken a sign of weakness and if she failed to at least make some sort of suitable impression here, she would be at a loss for where to go. Instead she forced herself to relax her shoulders and focused her attentions upon him as he began to speak.

"Riena sends her greetings. Many of you won't receive her blessings, however. For those that will, the Order is now your home, your life. My training will break you down and build you up again. There are three trainers, they are to be respected and treated as if you're dealing with me personally. They are less forgiving than I am. You start at first light, and you will end when the trainers say you end." Her attention turned slightly to the womanly figure positioned just a little behind him. 'Is that the mage...?' She pondered quietly to herself. The woman radiated a sense of independence, yet there was something almost... gentle about the way she regarded V'lyn. But Fukyana felt that the gentleness was not to be misinterpreted--for there was also a ruthlessness the sensual woman also seemed to possess. The way she held herself as she stood indicated that this woman was no pushover. Fukyana turned her eyes back to the speaker, perhaps, given time, her new leader.

"... Riena teaches us to use the shadows, she teaches us to kill swiftly and she teaches us to be nothing more than to be silent predators in the dark. We do not kill innocents or go on massacres. The punishment is death. You will be harbringers of peace, and anyone who disturbs this peace is quickly dealt with." She bit her lower lip, retreating a little into herself at his words. Fukayna had never killed a one before, never in all her years. Except... Her eyebrows immediately pinched together and her hand became a rather tight fist. 'No... not here, don't remember.' She shook her head, silver tresses tumbling about faintly as she did so. The gesture was not acknowledged by V'lyn (she doubted if he even saw it) as he continued speaking, his tone becoming more solemn yet... with a hint of annoyance.

"Upon returning from a council meeting with the Order of Vyldi, I was informed about strange events in Lethandrill. The Steward has refused to respond to any messengers sent to the forests, and just recently the last messenger has not returned at all. The Order feels that something may have happened while our attentions have been between ourselves rather than on the elves. Some fear that the Navile may have a hand in their unnatural silence towards us." She caught sight of one of the recruits jeering at his words but that smirk soon faded upon V'lyn's next words.

"For a couple of you this will be your first task. Accompany Jennifer and myself to the city and meet with the Steward. The quicker we get to the bottom of this, the better. The rest of you will train here in the meantime. I'll decide who comes via a sparring match. Your opponent is me. Come to the courtyard when you're ready." First task...? Wait, spar? Her breath caught in her throat and she went to raise herself, perhaps to reach out, to question. But the man did not waste any time in turning from the desk where he had stood and the woman followed suit--the two of them leaving the hall before she had had a chance to approach them. A small feeling of dread was beginning to form in her stomach, a sick feeling she knew all too well.

The hall erupted in a loud hum of conversation, several voices all calling out to one another. Some were panicked, others were more arrogant, but all held a modicum of respect for the pair that they had just witnessed. Yet Fukayna felt none of that. No, the only thing she felt was dread, but it was not at the prospect of her opponent. She turned, going to reach for her weapon and notepad that had been laying down next to her. Yet the only thing on the seat was her halberd and the piece of charcoal, the notepad missing. She frowned, bending over to see if perhaps it had toppled on the ground. A shout of laughter brought her attentions upwards to a larger boy, at least two heads taller than she. Immediately she noticed he gripped her parchment in his large hands.

"And what's this supposed to be for, note-taking?" She did not respond, merely holding out her hand for her parchment back. "Ah, what's that? I can't hear you. Maybe you should try speaking up! Though... at least she has one thing going for her--the silence!" His booming laughter grated on her ears and she ground her teeth together, not amused in the slightest. She reached out, snatching her notepad back in her thin fingers, ignoring his smirk and his demeanor. Immediately she began to write on her parchment, practice having made her speedy and proficient--almost as much as actual vocalization.

"We were just told we would be siblings from here on out. Do you have such a disdainful wish as to disobey V'lyn's words?" He rolled his eyes at her scribbling and scoffed at her.

"Only if we make it past training and the spar--which will determine who belongs here or not." An icy, cool feeling had replaced her dread and she took a deep breath. "Are you sure you even want to try? Sure you even... belong?" The last question only increased the steely feeling and she narrowed her eyes to slits beneath her bangs. Fukayna did not indulge his stupidity any longer and before the pompous idjit could get another word in, she grabbed one of the ends of her wolf fur and smacked him straight across the face. There was a looked of pained shock on his features, well, few suspected she had an assortment of throwing knives and such embedded in the fur after all.

The boy touched his face tensely, a few surprisingly deep cut marks on his cheek from where she had hit him.She straightened her back and turned from him, completely unfazed; the ends of her hair hitting his chest for a double-insult to his masculinity. Her hesitance had disappeared, replaced only by a fierce determination to prove that she truly did belong. She was not such a weak-willed little girl to be pushed around, not like she was when she was a mage. Those days were over and done with. She took her halberd in her hand, the familiar weight settling about.

The young woman walked to the door before anyone else and with a sweep of her eyes that no one else could see, she observed the other recruits one more time before opening the door and shutting it quietly behind her. Her heart pounded in her chest as she walked down the hallway. She had made her decision and exhilaration mixed with anticipation bubbled inside of her as she made her way to the courtyard. Despite how loudly her heart seemed to beat in her ears, her movements were quiet, parallel to that of a wraith. Fukayna gripped her weapon more tightly, following the curves and turns of the halls before finally approaching a pair of large, ornate, ebony doors.

Now that she had come so far, she might as well see the whole thing through to the end. She raised her hand and pushed at the doors, the slow, wooden creak that came with the motion adding to the tense feeling in the air. Still, she pursed her lips and did not pay it any heed. Her weakened demeanor that she had displayed in the hall had all but faded, leaving in it's wake a passion to be one of the select few to be chosen for the mission. With this at the forefront of her mind, Fukayna took several more steps forward, cautiously approaching the man who was to be her opponent.

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Talon V'lyn

Night (approx. 11pm)

His arms were crossed over his chest as he stood out in the middle of the training courtyard. His thoughts had gone back to the tasks at hand that he had to deal with. Jennifer's earlier reprimand had him feeling a little bit guilty, but at the same time it told him that she was still in love with him. He knew that his schedule interfered a lot with their plans, and he also knew that she despised it most days. He made a mental note to make it all up to her once he was finished with the Order of Vyldi.

Talon turned at the sound of the double doors opening. The first one to leave the room was the girl that Jennifer had said was a bit mysterious. He eyed her carefully as she approached him. There was determination in her steps as she moved towards him. He lifted an eyebrow as he looked down at her, then gave a small smile as he jerked his head off to the side, directing her of where to stand while he waited for more students. It wasn't long after she came that the others followed. One in particular looked a bit worse for wear that when Talon had last set eyes on him.

Following the large boy were three others who stepped out into the courtyard. He commended them on their bravery to face him, and his smile turned from one of gentleness to one of wicked planning, something he'd picked up from Jennifer. Uncrossing his arms he watched the rest of the recruits file out into the courtyard, but none stepped forward. With a huff, he knew that those were the ones who wouldn't last long in Skyfall's assassins guild. As with the young woman he pointed to where she was standing and the three young men went over to stand next to her.

"Brave," he muttered as he stood before them. His eyes landed on the one with the new cuts to his face, "You're first. Step forward," the young man did as he was asked, though Talon could see that the boy had visibly gulped at suddenly being chosen, "Tell me, what happened to your face?"

The young man's face turned red as he stood there, no words coming to his mouth. Talon took it as a sign and without warning grabbed the young man and threw him to the ground. The boy coughed at the impact and rolled to his hands and knees. Talon moved quickly, coming back at him. The boy had quick reflexes, the assassin had to admit. His kick was blocked and he was pulled forward over the boy's body. Talon went with it, not resisting at all as he fell to the ground and rolled. Turning his body easily, he faced the boy who'd gotten up and was right behind him. Talon sent out a sharp kick the boys knee, dropping him. In the blink of an eye, Talon was right in front of the boy with his dagger drawn and held at his throat.

"You're not even close to being ready," he muttered to the boy in irritation. Leaning closer, he took a handful of the boy's shirt and held him still, "I don't care what happened in that room when I left. But whom ever you were harassing in there is your sister or brother now. You're lucky I've too much to do right now otherwise I would have you punished here and now. I think humiliation is good enough for the moment. Do it again and you'll not get off so easily," Talon growled to the boy and threw him hard into the ground.

He stood and walked away from the prone recruit, sheathing his dagger as he went. His hand flicked out and he motioned for the second boy to come at him. He sparred with the second recruit for a little while longer than the first one, but the end result was the same. Standing up from tossing the young boy aside, Talon sighed heavily and ran his hand through his hair.

"At this rate it might just be you and I, Jennifer," he called to the beautiful mage was watching the fighting from the sidelines. Turning he set his blue-grey gaze upon the girl who was the first to walk out to him. He lifted his hand and motioned to her to step forward. He was hoping that she would be a much better opponent than the others. It had been a long time since he'd had a good fight and he was eager for one.

City Lethandrill : Fay X'san

Early Morning, Next Day

The large city before her was entwined in the trees themselves. The silvery gates were opened and guards stood on either side of the dirty path that led into the city from the forest. The trees beyond were tall, thick and had been carved into to create the homes and stairwells that twisted up around the huge trees. Her heart was in her throat as she gazed upon the grand city of Lethandrill before her. Fay had traveled for many days alone to get to where she stood just then. She missed having people around her, she missed having companionship. However, her curiosity was what drove her to leave the forests of Navile.

Slowly she approached the city, making her way passed the guards and into the bustle of elven community. There was a strange feeling in the air as she passed the gates. Her thigh high boots made soft sounds against the dirt and underbrush of leaves that fell from the tall trees. Her light leather clothing clung to her form, hugging her in such a way that she knew she stood out amongst her lighter skinned brethren. She was sure that many of them knew what she was, even without asking her. Her skin was paler than theirs, but held a kind of tint that could only come from the Tow'nak. Her dark silky hair was pinned half up, strands of it falling into her face and making its way down to her shoulders. Her ears were sharper in point than the Lethandrill's, and her eyes were more oval than rounded, like almonds.

Fay made her way through the city, feeling the tension in the air around her. Something strange was going on, the people were giving off a kind of scent... a bitter scent. She felt chills run up her spine as she moved through the main street. Were they afraid of her? No, that couldn't possibly be it. Something else was making them uneasy. As she walked, she could hear the whispers of voices about the Steward, the man she was going to meet. There was something about him cutting off communications from the other Orders. Others said that the Steward was afraid of losing his seat on the throne and that he was drunk with power, a power that was slowly making him go mad.

Of course, all of this was spoken in hushed tones. So that was where all of this fear was coming from. Fay turned her gaze to the palace near the center of the city. It was the only structure that wasn't built from the trees. It's marble walls were brilliant and reflected the single ray of sunlight that shot down through the upper canopy. She picked up her pace and moved quickly through the throng of elves. If the rumors were true, she wanted her business over with as soon as possible. Fay didn't like what she was hearing, and the smoother she could make things go for herself and the clan of Navile, the better.

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An expert tumble was all he needed to end it, and the second fight was decided. Talon was a phantom under the violent twilight, so swift his movements where a blur to the eye, but Jennifer knew he was capable of being faster. For most of the young whelps though, his experience alone was more than sufficient. It was too bad then her blood was still simmering from his earlier escapade, preventing her from enjoying the duels like usual. Discarding his subsequent opponent without breaking a sweat, Talon gave a despondent sigh.

"At this rate it might just be you and I, Jennifer," he boasted to her. The beautiful mage he alluded to sat by the closest stone bench on offer, observing the proceedings silently like the enigmatic woman she was. No one dared to disturb her. She’d become infamous during Talon’s reconstruction of the order. Some regarded her highly for the changes she’d instilled in their leader. Others viewed her as a poisonous witch, controlling and influencing Talon from behind the scenes, which wasn't entirely false to be fair.

Comfortably reclined into the back of her furniture, Jennifer snorted derisively, “Careful now Lord V’lyn. I'll have to teach you a lesson in humility in the event you lose now.” She gave him a suitably dire expression, her cruel smirk leaving no room for argument. If he didn’t perform as expected, she would literally torture him. It was their usual banter.

The time was almost midnight, but nonetheless a small audience had gathered to marvel at their flaunted leader, or laugh at the hopeful prospectors. The mage wasn’t surprised at either phenomenon. It was entirely within conjecture for the Order of Riena, a group of stealthy assassins, to thrive at night. Talon had already beckoned for his next opponent to approach and Jennifer’s eyes narrowed as the sleek haired Fukayna stepped forwards in response. The silver wolf pelts which coated her arms swayed gracefully as she stopped a few feet from Talon, her expression masked under tufts of white hair.

“Maybe you two should share hairdressers,” she said, breaking into a slight chuckle. Jennifer was of course referring to the trim of black hair Talon used to conceal his own scar. It's unbearable length had been the source of her irritation on more than one occasion.

For most people, it was the lingering threat of being attacked which unraveled them. Talon had long since surpassed such basic notions. Within his steely gaze Jennifer could distinguish his hunger for a decent opponent, yearning, growling like he’d been deprived of a necessity. Unable to discern his opponent's features, Jennifer frowned for Fukayna. "Try not to be too hard on him dear, he maybe a little slow at first," she said, egging the dark woman on.

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She was taken in by the sights of the large courtyard, surprised truly at how open the space was. Quite the appropriate location for a spar. Fukayna's vision was brought to the center of the area, where V'lyn stood. He merely cocked an eyebrow but surprised her as he flashed her a small smile and gestured for her to wait on the sidelines. She complied, the gold ringlets in her hair giving a metallic ring as she bowed her head a bit in respect. As she turned to face the center of the courtyard again, having chosen a place to stand in, she noticed many more of the recruits filing in one by one. Not a one of them seemed to have the nerve to approach V'lyn and he shoo'd them off to the side near where she was standing.

The arrogant one was only a few paces from her but she held her chin up, refusing to have him deter her thoughts. The man walked in front of each of them, surveying them, taking them in closely. It almost felt as if he were analyzing each of them, breaking down their skills and the challenge they could possibly present him. His voice was soothing, almost, commending each of them for having enough nerve to stand up to him. But Fukayna knew that it was merely pretty talk and he confirmed her suspicions when his smile took on a playfully wicked tint. V'lyn came to stand in front of the idjit and spoke evenly.

"You're first. Step forward. Tell me, what happened to your face?" The boy who had stepped forward seemed to tremble and Fukayna raised one of her hands in front of her face to cover a small smile. Oops. Well, not really. She watched with an amount of wonder as the man seemed to flow with the movements of his opponent. The boy attempted to be fast on the uptake but he was not nearly skilled enough and it did not take long for V'lyn to have him cornered and a dagger to his throat. He leaned in, muttering something to the boy. Whatever it was made the recruit flush an even deeper red, the type that just radiated humiliation.

The other fight was over just as quickly, V'lyn quickly dispatching the opponent that came up against him. Beneath her bangs, her eyes were wide with intrigue--she had never seen anyone move so smoothly before. She doubted that she would be able to beat him but then again, the objective of this exercise didn't seem to be to win... Before she knew it, one more had fallen and that firm gaze was now turned upon her. Fukayna felt her cheeks heat up a bit now that all eyes seemed to be on her, the older man gesturing for her to come forwards. Her gaze flicked over to the woman, whose figure radiated a sense of cool control.

“Maybe you two should share hairdressers,” The words were followed by a chuckle, the small girl's lips upturning in the slightest of smiles at the joke. The expression was, at best, faintly there and Fukayna doubted anyone else could have noticed that she smiled at the joke. With her weapon clasped in her hand, she walked forwards, stopping just a few meters in front of V'lyn. She blinked at him and quickly took out her notepad. The others merely stared at her, no one else had even bothered to try to converse with V'lyn before the battle. The man waited respectfully for her to finish and she held up her piece of parchment.

"I look forward to the challenge and hope I can provide you the same." Her smile widened just a tad but was still rather small beneath her bangs; but was genuine, at the very least. She heard a faint tsk from her left and the musing voice of the mage reached her ears.

"Try not to be too hard on him dear, he maybe a little slow at first," Looking between V'lyn and the mage, she quickly scribbled on her notepad once more and held up her response quietly for the woman.

"I'll try, but no promises." She tried to feel as bold as the words that she wrote as she laid her pad gently on the ground. Fukayna now held her weapon with two hands, taking a more offensive stance. She took a deep breath and readied herself. She knew he would not take the first strike and she thrust forwards with her weapon, covering the distance between them easily. Unsurprisingly, he easily swerved to evade her attack. She had been expecting this and turned her wrist, the weapon now arcing in the direction he had dodged in.

[Q] Talon's grin returned to his face as the woman came at him. She was fast, and he liked that. The staff came at him quickly, aiming straight for his stomach. He turned sideways, dodging the attack, but apparently she'd anticipated it and the weapon followed him. The hard wood smacked hard into his ribs and he took the hit, wrapping one arm around the weapon as he stumbled backwards. Pulling on her long halberd, he brought her close to him before releasing the weapon with her still attached to it. Sidestepping her, he watched her carefully to see if she would recover from being thrown to the side. Only then did he unsheath his dagger in preparation for her next attempt. [Q]

Fukayna was surprised when her weapon actually made contact but did not have much time to revel in this fact as she felt herself being tugged closer. The force of his push sent her staggering to the ground and biting her lip a bit. It was clear he was the physical superior in this match--she'd have to be more careful if she had any hope of surviving for a time. Using the momentum from the push, she pressed the hilt of her halberd to the ground and spun around, straightening herself. She wasted no time in adjusting her grip and tried a slightly different approach, jabbing the tip of her weapon at his feet. If she were lucky, he would take the bait and jump up a bit, which would give her just the right angling to swipe at his midriff.

[Q] She righted herself fairly quickly and came at him without pause. Talon caught sight of her jab to his boots and he reacted immediately. However, he wasn't anticipating her sweeping at him as soon as he'd jumped backwards a bit to avoid the first attack. The harlberd connected with his stomach, knocking the wind from him and forcing him to double over from the blow.

Her long ranged weapon was hard to defend against, especially since it was wielding much differently than a sword. Once again, he took hold of the long staff like weapon and pulled her in close. Using her weapon against her, he pushed the staff at her exposed side hoping that his strength would overwhelm her instead. If he hit her hard enough, she'd drop the weapon. Talon would see then how good she was at close combat. [Q]

The attack connected and the girl felt almost exhilarated at this fact--the swipe knocking a bit of wind out of V'lyn. Maybe this wouldn't be as difficult as she thought! As soon as this thought crossed her mind, however, her opponent seemed to alter his approach, using his superior strength to edge through her defenses. Her weapon hit her side but unlike with V'lyn, it did not simply knock the wind out of her.

Fukayna winced visibly, her somewhat delicate frame unable to keep balanced under the pressure. Her fingers trembled and released her halberd from their grip. The weapon clattered to the ground and she withdrew her breath in hesitance. She had not expected to be disarmed quite so easily and it threw her off a bit. Attempting to regain herself, she took several steps backwards to put as much space as she could manage between her and V'lyn.

She chanced a glance downwards, a red bruise already beginning to form where she had been hit. She forced herself to ignore it and now loosened the furs that had been so tightly wound around her arms. She took some breaths, trying to evaluate his behavior before striking again.

[Q] The young woman took several steps back. Apparently distance was her strength. Had he not disarmed her, she probably could have overwhelmed him with that long (and irritating) halberd of hers. Talon's lips curved upward as he crouched slightly and lunged at her. He covered the distance quickly, drawing two throwing knives as he went. He'd seen her flipping her long furs and figured that she had something planned with them.

Throwing the weapons, he collided into her as the knives hit the furs. He didn't think they'd gone through the material, but it should have distracted her enough to keep her from using the ends of the furs as a weapon. Talon wasn't sure how she was going to use the soft material against him, but he wasn't about to underestimate her either. If she was an assassin, she'd have some hidden tricks along the way.

He straddled her as they were on the ground, his dagger pulled from the sheath and against her throat. He sat there for a moment before he slowly stood up and replaced his weapon. [Q]

Fukayna sat up gradually and hesitantly, her breath nervously hitching in her chest. She was shaking slightly, the fight had worn her out a bit but it had seemed fairly short. She chanced a glance at him as he stood, apprehensively listening as he spoke firmly.

"Go get ready," he ordered, "You'll be coming with Jennifer and me to Lethandrill. We leave in a few hours." What...? Her breath caught somewhere in her throat, her mind dizzy with what he had just said. V'lyn was already turning away as he started to make his way towards the front of the assassins guild. The girl blinked several times before a smile worked it's way onto her lips. She had passed! The ache on her side protested as she made to stand up shakily but she didn't pay it any mind. Fukayna wasn't making it any point to hide her relief as she picked up her scattered belongs, the halberd and her notepad, holding both closely to her person.

She tilted her heads towards the rejected recruits, the boy who had so outlandishly spoken to her earlier now just regarding her in shock and (what appeared to be) envy. She removed her gaze from him and looked back over towards the mage, the beautiful woman's expression a little difficult to interpret. Fukayna couldn't tell if the woman was proud or just observing the events with amusement. In either respect, the silver haired girl bowed a bit to show her respect before turning on her heel to walk towards the large doors that led out of the courtyard. She would not have much to pack, given when she had left the previous Order, she had not had much time to take much with her. Still, even those memories could not do much to dash her mood and her smile was still upon her face as she went to open the doors out to the hall.

The setting changes from skyfall to Lethandrill

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Armen Sorien Character Portrait: Fukayna Muidrehd Character Portrait: Xandur Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Fay X'san

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Fay X'san

Her feet brought her up the steps to the palace quickly. Her leather wrappings creaked as she took the steps. Fay consciously knew she really stood out against the crowd of Lethandrill. Her attire was probably less than pleasing to many, especially with the amount of skin she was showing. Her entire back was nearly exposed and her lower abdomen, only straps of leather buckles crisscrossed along her body, holding tightly to her chest a light piece of leather. Strapped to her lower back was her quiver, her crossbow in a sheath underneath that, and then her short sword and long knife on either hip.

Fay got to the top step and stopped, her gaze swept the area. She turned and looked out into the city. The crushing feel of fear still followed her throughout the city. The Navile wasn't sure how to deal with what she was feeling. In any case, her eyes went from one side of Lethandrill to the other until they landed on someone who looked to be a beggar. He was dressed as one at least and was leaning up against a carved out home or shop near the palace. Fay didn't have time to give him any more attention as a voice from behind her startled her.

"State you're business."

Turning she was met with an elf who eyed her suspiciously but hadn't drawn any weapons on her. She gave him her best smile and tried to look as non-threatening as possible.

"I'm here to see the Steward. He should know I'm coming. We sent word before I left Navile."

"You're Navile?"

"Yes," she said, her smile faltering somewhat.

The guard arched an eyebrow at her, his hand reaching down for his sword. Fay swallowed hard and slowly raised her hands to him. The elf only gripped the handle of his weapon as he slowly stepped to the side, "I'll take you to him. But should something happen, I won't hesitate."

Fay only nodded slightly. She was unused to such treatment and wasn't sure on how to react to his unease with her presence. Was she really all that dangerous? Either way, she was there to convince the Steward of Lethandrill that the Navile were just as peaceful as they were.

Talon V'lyn

Morning, arrival at Lethandrill

The assassin pulled his horse to a stop as they came near the cities entrance. It had been a long ride to the city, and it was late in the afternoon. Talon was more than happy to be out of Skyfall, more so than he thought he would be. He didn't think getting away from his other duties would feel so refreshing. He looked at the gates of the city that were opened and admitting travelers. Turning to Jennifer he gave her a slight shrug and flicked the reigns of his mount. They moved into the city with the horses and the throng of elves slowly parted for them. It was quite as full as the other cities, but there were still plenty of elves in the street.

Slowly he led the way towards the palace at the back of the city, near its center. It was the only building structure in the city. Everything else was carved out of the large trees. Talon dismounted and made his way up the steps quickly. The lack of guards unnerved him slightly as he approached the entrance to the palace. He felt uneasy for some reason and his hand reached back and took hold of his dagger in reassurance.

Pushing the door open, he moved into the building. The assassin moved stealthily through the long hall and deep into the marble palace that was home to the Steward of the city. However, the closer he got to the council room at the back, the heavier the air felt. He could feel Riena's presence grow stronger the closer he got to his destination. The shadows curled around him, clutching him as if they didn't want to let him go. It was a feeling that he'd grown so accustom to that it didn't even register that the darkness was moving on its own accord to follow him.

The door to the council room was cracked open and from within he heard a loud, sharp voice yelling out. It wasn't until he'd gotten to the door and started pushing it open that Talon could discern what was being said. The Steward was in an uproar, his body pressed tightly at the back of the throne and his beady gaze glaring down at a young woman.

"Navile! You're dangerous! You don't even realize how dangerous you are, woman! That is why you and your kind are separated from the rest of us. You don't know what kind of power you hold, and if you don't know what you have, you don't know how to control it. And here you are, trying to convince us that you're harmless?! Are you a fool?"

"My Lord, please. If you would just hear me out-"

"Hear you out? The more you speak the more deluded you sound. You're trying to convince yourself that you're not a threat," the Steward growled back, leaning forward at her.

"My Lord, we are far from dangerous," the woman continued, trying to hold her ground.

"You don't think you're dangerous. Here, allow me to show you just how threatening you are to not only yourselves, but us as well," the Steward stood up and raised his hand at the young woman. A strange power pulsed from under the long sleeve of his doublet. Talon couldn't see exactly what was on the man's arm, only catching a flash of silver. The young woman gasped and took a step back as she too could feel the magic pulsing in the air.

Talon didn't think twice as he rushed into the room and pushed the woman behind him, raising his arm with the bracer to counter the attack. Brilliant silver light flooded his arm and expanded with the power of the Old God. Both men's magic collided and filled the room with a loud resounding boom as well as a shock wave of hot air. As soon as the magic faded away, Talon lowered his hand and turned his now steel colored eyes upwards towards the Steward who glared down at him. It took the man only a few moments to realize who it was that stood before him.

The assassin scoffed heavily, "Ordered to come and check up on the the Steward of Lethandrill and this is what I find. Not a great way to greet one from the Order of Riena, Torak."

"L-Lord V'lyn... I did not realize you were coming. If you'd only sent word I would have had an escort ready for you and have you welcomed into my grand city properly."

"I can find my own way," Talon snapped back, his patience wearing thin. The assassin straightened and crossed his arms, "I've been asked to speak with you on certain matters. Is there somewhere we can talk privately?"

"Y-Yes, Lord V'lyn. Follow me to my office. We can speak there," Torak said and stood slowly. The man descended from the throne and turned to the door at the back of the throne room. Talon looked towards the Steward who waited for him, giving him an icy glare before turning to Jennifer, "I'm sure you know what to do, Jennifer. Take the elf with you, it's probably not safe to leave her alone in the city. Fukayna, go with Jennifer. Search this city from top to bottom. And be careful," he said, his eyes lingering on Jennifer for a while longer before he turned and followed Torak into the private chamber.

Armen Sorien

He couldn't feel his arms, they were numb and the burning had long since passed. He'd been visited by Torak a several times since his imprisonment, and each time hadn't been pleasant. His body wore the signs of the Stewards confusing distress. Dried blood caked his tattered shirt, blood was on his face and in his hair as well. Armen was sure a few ribs were broken, or cracked. It was hard to breath and he fell in and out of consciousness often.

It was during one of his lapses that he was startled awake by a loud sound overhead. The boom resounded through the cold dungeon. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he could only hope that someone was there to assess the Steward and hopefully figure out the man's sudden change in demeanor. Armen didn't care about himself, per-say, he just wanted to make sure that no one else fell under Torak's crazed tendencies.

Armen coughed, his mind reeling as he tried to focus. How long had he been down there? Quite a while, probably three, maybe four days. He hadn't had anything to eat and he'd had very little water. Torak hadn't made any sense each time he'd come down to see Armen. He always spoke of Armen being in his way, someone of great danger to him. The elf didn't understand a word that the Steward uttered. Slowly, his head fell forward and he slipped back into unconsciousness.

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Dressed in a clean uniform and a brown leather jacket, backpack swung over the sides of her mount, Jennifer rode her horse beside Talon’s. The mage took a liberal swig from her water canteen and eyeballed the spectacle, Lethandril, as the forest city rose up to meet them out of the corner of her eye. Above them, the receding daylight rolled through the jungle canopy with a wild stain of green, and with it came the mating calls of the native fauna. Over the course of their journey Jennifer had already warmed up to Fukayna. Finding the younger woman’s chosen method for communication and silent reverence utterly adorable, she’d taken every opportunity to probe the new assassin with a random set of questions.

Lethandril was an utterly monotonous sight in Jennifer’s opinion, not convincing in the slightest. She could never fathom the elves’ appeal of living inside of a tree, tree houses were for kids. They also made excellent bonfires. The noise level only became more copious as they reached the entrance to elven metropolis, so she had to train hard to focus her thoughts for the next part.

A little of her illusion magic helped the group evade the city’s security checks unnoticed. Jennifer looked towards Talon as they passed under the gaping arch of the front gate, catching the assassin’s ambiguous shrug, and sighed. Replacing her water canister back into its original position, she took the lead and trotted ahead of him. He was obviously enjoying the opportunity to stretch his legs, the assassin possessing something of an elated aura about him ever since they’d left Skyfall. Yet just yesterday he’d been complaining about having to travel. Sometimes she couldn’t understand what Talon was thinking. The initial crowd had been debilitating but once they were clear of the entrance maneuverability became less of an issue.

They only stopped to dismount upon reaching their marble objective. The steward’s palace stuck out like a sore thumb in comparison to the raw natural architecture of its surroundings, but Jennifer could see that its builders had gone to great lengths to ensure the structure blended in as much as possible. They hadn’t relegated themselves to the functional boxes of mankind. Instead they fully embraced the innate curvature of their environment and decorated its surface with an elegant attention to detail. The only problem now was where were the guards? Unless the disheveled beggar which sat by the side street is what constituted as this city’s palace guard, there was no evidence of standard accepted safety measures. Judging by the way Talon instinctively reached for his weapons, she guessed he’d noticed the oddity also.

Without stopping to inform Fukayna what was going on, she followed Talon in through the doorway, trusting the darker woman to know how to conduct herself. Jennifer kept pace with Talon surprisingly easily. Where Talon relied on the shadows to remain hidden, Jennifer relied on her magic. After all, why hide in the corner when you could hide in plain sight? The only sign of activity came from the council room, unsurprisingly. Jennifer could already hear the raised voices as they rounded a corner just beyond the emblazoned double doors. Unlike Talon, she didn’t need to look to understand that two figures where in a heated discussion behind the doorway, so she kept a watchful eye out on their surroundings. Going by sound alone, it was easy to determine the one doing the yelling was male, his bombastic voice containing noticeably more bass compared to the other, more feminine tone. It was clear this man was Torak.

"You don't think you're dangerous. Here, allow me to show you just how threatening you are to not only yourselves, but us as well."

She huffed at the man's insufferable tone, blowing her fringe away from her face to expel the immediate urge to burn Torak to cinders. Things where beginning to get dangerous alright, but just before Jennifer could act, Talon rushed out ahead of her. The sudden motion bewildered her just before the resultant magic explosion whipped her dark hair wildly around her face, leaving her in a temporary state of shock. Her heart froze as she searched for Talon in alarm, but thankfully, he was unharmed. Jennifer immediately set her scornful glare upon Torak. Her lithe form stalked through the settling dust mist as raw magic, unrefined and crackling, congregated threateningly in her palms. How dare he attack Talon.

Once again Talon was a step ahead of her, his commanding voice compelling the steward, and by extension Jennifer, to withdraw, "Ordered to come and check up on the Steward of Lethandrill and this is what I find. Not a great way to greet one from the Order of Riena, Torak."

"L-Lord V'lyn... I did not realize you were coming. If you'd only sent word I would have had an escort ready for you and have you welcomed into my grand city properly." Torak stuttered.

Jennifer readjusted her pose as her anger sizzled down into something manageable, her magic fading alongside it. Taking a moment to straighten her clothes and hair, she looked towards Fukayna to check their companion was still with them. The dark skinned woman looked fine really, and Jennifer wouldn’t have been at all surprised if she’d experienced worse. “Are you okay?” she asked the younger woman, just to be sure. Once Jennifer received a satisfactory response from Fukayna she turned her gaze to address Talon.

"I'm sure you know what to do, Jennifer. Take the elf with you, it's probably not safe to leave her alone in the city. Fukayna, go with Jennifer. Search this city from top to bottom. And be careful," Talon order.

“Do what?!” the mage’s face scrunched up in opposition to the idea. It was a fruitless protest. Watching him leave, Jennifer felt her anger flare up again, but she resisted it tenaciously. “You,” she said, finally addressing the Navile girl with cheery smile that wasn’t at all pleasant, “Come with me.”

Jennifer led the trio back into the growing darkness outside and down the front steps. The sun setting in the horizon had now begun piercing the leafy veil with its fiery hue, lighting aspects of the forest city with a fake autumn effect. “Fukayna, search the palace dungeons. If something which still exists is to be found, it’ll be there,” Jennifer said, using her illusion magic to construct a conversation only they were having, “Careful not to get caught now either. Wouldn't want you getting tortured for information would we? Although, making you talk would probably be more difficult than the average person...”

Releasing Fukayna from her magical thralls, Jennifer leered at the Navile woman then, “Your name first,” she demanded, in no mood for pleasantries. Abruptly her voice lowered, all the while retaining her wicked smile, “Then you’re going to tell me what happen before we arrived, because, let’s just say fanatical rulers are the least of your worries at the moment,” she continued, her deepening voice becoming ever so slightly sinister.

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Fukayna fumbled a little with her reigns, never exactly having ridden a horse before. She had blushed profusely in the morning upon discovering V'lyn's chosen method of travel and shyly attempted to communicate she had no idea how to ride the large beast. It had been the mage, no, Miss Jennifer as she now referred to her as, that had chuckled and helped her figure out how to ride the horse. It had not been easy and Fukayna had floundered quite a bit for the first hour or so of travel. Miss Jennifer had taken the opportunity to ride besides her, seemingly able to keep asking an endless stream of questions. The small girl tried her best to answer them, and fortunately, none were too probing. Merely curious requests as to how she felt of V'lyn, the Order, the mage herself, when she began fighting...

The early hours of the morning dwindled by in this fashion and it wasn't long before they had come to arrive in Lethandrill. Fukayna was surprised how quickly the journey had seemed to go, then again, with battling with her reigns and attempted writing on her notepad at intervals, she had been rather distracted. Miss Jennifer rode ahead of everyone, a mystical air about her. Fukayna only need watch those lips begin to form syllables before registering that the woman was casting an illusionary spell. The touch of the magic felt nostalgic and made her yearn to feel it from beneath her own fingertips but she shook that thought off quickly.

The city was grandly decorated but no building more so than the steward's palace. The group came to a halt and dismounted (embarrassingly, she required Miss Jennifer's help to get down from her saddle but was light-weight enough where she didn't it was much of a bother). However, something felt... off. There were no guards positioned outside of the palace and Fukayna was absolutely sure that with someone as important as the steward, guards should normally be abound and plentiful in number. Both V'lyn and Miss Jennifer tensely darted forwards, ill at ease and observant. The silver tressed girl's mind did not take long to process that both were using different methods to conceal themselves as they walked through the main doors and into the hallways.

Fukayna chose her preferred option, one that truly utilized her wraith like capabilities. Her movements were completely inaudible as she wrapped herself in her furs and cautiously leaned against the wall. It would be surprising to the average person just how well this hid the small girl out of sight. The group approached a large doorway, loud voices on the other side of it. One was clearly female and, by the sounds of it, pleading with the other.

"My Lord, we are far from dangerous," There was what sounded to be a shout of sarcastic laughter, the owner of this other voice sounding a bit older in years and male.

"You don't think you're dangerous. Here, allow me to show you just how threatening you are to not only yourselves, but us as well," V'lyn moved fast, so fast that he seemed to catch both Miss Jennifer and Fukayna by surprise. The doors were thrust open and a blinding flash of light occurred, a loud boom and shockwave of power extending out from inside. Fukayna's hair fluttered a bit with the force of it all and she stood there, mouth agape. Had she honestly thought she was a match for this man? Seeing him as he was now, she was beginning to realize the difference in their fighting prowess--but this fact did not make her fear him as much as it made her respect him more.

V'lyn did not look remotely pleased and his eyes narrowed as he spoke in a commanding voice. "Ordered to come and check up on the Steward of Lethandrill and this is what I find. Not a great way to greet one from the Order of Riena, Torak." The man called Torak seemed to tremble at these words as he stammered out his reply.

"L-Lord V'lyn... I did not realize you were coming. If you'd only sent word I would have had an escort ready for you and have you welcomed into my grand city properly." Fukayna sniffed her nose in a bit of distaste for him. Something felt... off, as it had when they had approached the palace. Her attention was turned to Miss Jennifer as the woman turned, one of her brows lower than the other. So she was put off by the atmosphere too. But the mage was still more gentle-toned as she spoke to Fukayna.

“Are you okay?” The mute girl nodded a bit but this time around, she did not jot anything down on her parchment. She was too focused on what was happening between Torak and V'lyn. And on the dark-haired girl, she added as an after-thought. Miss Jennifer seemed satisfied with her response and turned back to V'lyn. The man's voice was still commanding as he regarded them.

"I'm sure you know what to do, Jennifer. Take the elf with you, it's probably not safe to leave her alone in the city. Fukayna, go with Jennifer. Search this city from top to bottom. And be careful," The older woman narrowed her eyes, huffing a bit.

“Do what?!” The protest was futile, V'lyn already not paying attention. Miss Jennifer's lips contorted into a smile that was none too pleasant and directed it at the other woman. Fukayna was personally glad she was not the recipient of such a look and shivered. Even merely seeing it was disturbing. “You, come with me.”

The dark haired woman hurried to comply, somewhat fearfully looking from her savior the the mage that was now directing her about. The way the oldest of them looked at the dark-haired woman, one would think there was something malicious in the mage's mind. It was as they reached a large room, colored with the fickle hues of the sunset against the stained glass window, that Fukayna once again felt the familiar touch of magic upon her. Judging by the lack of response from their new companion, she had to guess she was the only one hearing these words.

“Fukayna, search the palace dungeons. If something which still exists is to be found, it’ll be there. Careful not to get caught now either. Wouldn't want you getting tortured for information would we? Although, making you talk would probably be more difficult than the average person...” The faint smile that upturned her lips was large enough to be seen by her superior as she nodded and gave a quick and graceful bow before detaching herself from the others.

Fukayna had not been alone in awhile, not since the night before last. Already she had grown fond of the company of other people but her personal feelings were not about to get in the way of what they had come to accomplish. The only question was, how was she to find the dungeons? She moved quiet as snow, her furs once again wrapped around her delicate frame as she carefully analyzed each area she walked into. Just as before, there were no guards, no signs that anyone had passed through recently. A frown touched upon her face, cheeks puffing out just a small portion.

'Where is everyone...?' She thought to herself. When she had been in the Order, there had been guards posted everywhere and it was the same when she approached the assassins. A chill coursed through her body and she instinctively held her furs a bit closer to her to fend it off. Her eyes darted around beneath her bangs, yet she found nothing suspicious, up until she entered a room to the far end of the corridor. Immediately, her gaze was drawn to the door that was almost slightly ajar, as if someone had rushed from the vicinity to go attend to other matters. As before, there was no one about--this was getting to be very troubling indeed.

She hesitantly placed a few petite fingers on the door frame, but none came rushing to see what the disturbance was and there was not a hint of a footstep to impede her. Warily, she opened it a creak and, after poking her head through the gap and evaluating there was no sign of danger, edged her way into the passageway, shutting the door precisely the way she had seen it. She progressed down the steps, the air becoming cooler the lower she went. At last, she arrived on dungeon level and she released her breath, not having realized she had been holding it the way down.

Fukayna scrutinized the walls of the dungeons as well as each of the cells but could see nothing. It was rather dark and she did not dare light a torch for fear that it may alert someone to her presence should they see the light from the flame. Her eyes took several minutes to adjust to the dark but she could at least make out the things she was gazing at. After searching around with no success, she shrugged to herself--not seeing anything of worth. She was about to turn to leave when she heard it, a very frail, faint sounding cough. She tensed, so there was someone down here after all--Miss Jennifer had been correct. She heard a thudding noise and, shrinking against the walls, she slinked over in the direction she had heard it from.

As she drew nearer to a cell, she made out a darker shape and squinted her eyes, edging just a bit closer to the bars to see inside. She released a gasp as she registered the shape of a boy, unconscious and slumped over. Even in the dim lighting, she could tell he was malnourished and the faint coating of sweat on his brow indicated that this was taking a decent toll on his body. She bit her lip, hesitant over what to do next. Miss Jennifer hadn't given her directions in the event she actually found someone, but then again, it wasn't the mage's job to tell her everything as one would a child.

Choosing to take the initiative, Fukayna timidly reached one of her hands through the bars, her slim arm easily fitting between them. Her fingers came to rest atop his hair, though soft to the touch, it was mussy and illkempt. She shifted her fingers lower to his forehead, a degree of heat radiating off of it. Whatever he had done, she cared naught--the man was suffering and appeared to be falling ill due to whatever treatment he was suffering down here. She retracted her hand from the cell and stood up, eyeing the lock on his cell. That wouldn't be... too hard to pick...

She fished in her furs for a small throwing knife and put the very tip of it into the slot of the lock. She worked hurriedly--she had no way of knowing if patrol would be returning soon and given the situation, she was not working with much time as it was. It took her a few frustrating minutes but finally, the lock gave a satisfying snap and she caught it in her hands before it fell to the ground. She carefully placed it at the foot of the door before giving the door a push, not opening it more than she had to in order to slide inside.

She knelt over the boy, her hair pooling around the side of his body as she delicately placed her hands on his side. Adjusting his weight as carefully as she could, she turned his body slightly and pulled him up a bit so his head rested in her lap. Using her free hand, she fished around in her furs until she produced a water canteen and took the cap off, pouring a bit over his face in an attempt to wake him up. She lowered her lashes a bit as she gazed at him--he looked so battered and worn down. She sprinkled a few more drops on his face, unable to do much else to wake him up. All she could do was hope he would regain consciousness soon--she would have to report this finding to Miss Jennifer and V'lyn, after all.

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Fay X'san

“You, come with me,” the voice was less than pleasant that called to the Navile who was on the floor in shock at what had just happened. Not but a few moments before and she'd been talking to the Steward about the Navile. Fay had been trying to convince him that her kind wished to venture forth from the Navile forest and that they weren't a threat to anyone. However, things had gone down hill and everything had turned on its head in mere seconds.

A man had burst into the room and thrown her to the side just as a huge amount of magic had blasted forth. Her heart had nearly stop at the sight and she'd thought for a mere moment that the man had been killed. With a woman calling to her, Fay was snapped back into reality and her head lifted to look at the woman who looked at her with a less than inviting smile. Fay got to her feet slowly and followed the two women from the room. She only turned once to see the man who'd saved her shut the door behind him to the Stewards private room.

Once outside, the woman with dark hair eyed her carefully, her smile continued to spread on her full lips, but as the first one, it was more terrorizing than pleasing. Fay felt her heart tighten in her chest as she gazed at the dark beauty before her. A sudden shift caught her attention for a mere moment as the woman with silvery hair turned and left them.

“Your name first, then you’re going to tell me what happen before we arrived, because, let’s just say fanatical rulers are the least of your worries at the moment,” the woman's voice deepened the more she spoke. Obviously she was irritated about something and for some reason Fay was the center of her irritation. She wasn't sure how to take that, but she did know that at the moment she owed this woman and the mysterious young man her life.

"Fay X'san of the Navile. I came here because our clan is trying to receive pardon to leave our forest and interact with the world outside. We are part of this Order and so we knew we had to come here first before going anywhere else. When I first came here there was a kind of fear in the air. It still lingers and I heard whispers about the Steward being mad. Still, I went to go see him.

"I was admitted to his audience and the moment I walked in he was already enraged at my presence. I hadn't said anything to him yet, and he went off as if I were some plague or worse. I started trying to talk to him, but no sooner as I had opened my mouth he deemed me dangerous and evil. I haven't been here long, in fact you all walked in right at the peak of his fit. I don't know anything more than that, I'm sorry," Fay finished. She watched the woman carefully, hoping that her account was enough to satisfy.

Armen Sorien

Cold water spilled over his head, dripping into his partially opened mouth. Slowly his eyes opened and he looked up into silvery hair and a beautifully clad woman. He took a deep breath and realized that he was laying in her lap. A cough filled his chest and it shook his body as he expelled it. His breath was short but he was awake, finally. He eyed the woman carefully, unsure of what she wanted or even if she were real. Armen wouldn't be surprised if she was nothing more than a hallucination. He'd been without water and food for so long that he was bound to have something go wrong mentally.

Slowly his hand reached up and he brushed his fingers along the tips of her hair, then reached further and touched her face. The hair was silky soft and her cheek was warm. Her body was solid under his head and he could feel her heat radiating towards him. A smile of relief filled him as he gazed at her.

"You're real," he said, his voice hoarse. Armen let his hand fall away from her face. So, she wasn't an illusion of some sort. There wasn't any magic around to create her figure out of thin air. Even if she were nothing more than magic Torak would have taken her away already. No, she was definitely there, holding him gently. From elation and happiness, he went to confusion. Why was she there? Had something happened? His eyebrow came down as his eyes were still locked on her.

"Why are you here? What's happening?" He asked her, another cough shook him, this one filled with a bit of blood. The beating he'd taken from Torak had definitely taken it's toll on his body. However, that was the least of Armen's concerns. He didn't care about his own self, he cared about the girl sitting there with him and anyone else that may have gotten into contact with the Steward.

"Did you come with others?" He asked, his heart racing then and his eyes wide with fear, their reddish-brown color turning to a darker brown, almost black with his fear. Armen pushed himself up quickly, only to have the room spin before his eyes and he fell back against her, this time leaning on her shoulder. He closed his eyes and tried to get his bearings back.

"We have to go to your friends. The Steward... the Steward is mad! He locked me in here for no reason. I don't understand why he's so afraid of me. I've done nothing but serve him as a loyal guard! Something's happened to him. I fear that he may lash out at your companions and do worse to them than he's done to me. Hurry," he said, his voice slowly coming back to him the more he spoke. Though, the dryness at the back of his mouth was still there and quite irritating causing him to cough often through his speech. Armen tried a second time to get up and hoped that he wouldn't be a hindrance to the young woman who'd just helped him.

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Fay X'san

“You, come with me,” the voice was less than pleasant that called to the Navile who was on the floor in shock at what had just happened. Not but a few moments before and she'd been talking to the Steward about the Navile. Fay had been trying to convince him that her kind wished to venture forth from the Navile forest and that they weren't a threat to anyone. However, things had gone down hill and everything had turned on its head in mere seconds.

A man had burst into the room and thrown her to the side just as a huge amount of magic had blasted forth. Her heart had nearly stop at the sight and she'd thought for a mere moment that the man had been killed. With a woman calling to her, Fay was snapped back into reality and her head lifted to look at the woman who looked at her with a less than inviting smile. Fay got to her feet slowly and followed the two women from the room. She only turned once to see the man who'd saved her shut the door behind him to the Stewards private room.

Once outside, the woman with dark hair eyed her carefully, her smile continued to spread on her full lips, but as the first one, it was more terrorizing than pleasing. Fay felt her heart tighten in her chest as she gazed at the dark beauty before her. A sudden shift caught her attention for a mere moment as the woman with silvery hair turned and left them.

“Your name first, then you’re going to tell me what happen before we arrived, because, let’s just say fanatical rulers are the least of your worries at the moment,” the woman's voice deepened the more she spoke. Obviously she was irritated about something and for some reason Fay was the center of her irritation. She wasn't sure how to take that, but she did know that at the moment she owed this woman and the mysterious young man her life.

"Fay X'san of the Navile. I came here because our clan is trying to receive pardon to leave our forest and interact with the world outside. We are part of this Order and so we knew we had to come here first before going anywhere else. When I first came here there was a kind of fear in the air. It still lingers and I heard whispers about the Steward being mad. Still, I went to go see him.

"I was admitted to his audience and the moment I walked in he was already enraged at my presence. I hadn't said anything to him yet, and he went off as if I were some plague or worse. I started trying to talk to him, but no sooner as I had opened my mouth he deemed me dangerous and evil. I haven't been here long, in fact you all walked in right at the peak of his fit. I don't know anything more than that, I'm sorry," Fay finished. She watched the woman carefully, hoping that her account was enough to satisfy.

Armen Sorien

Cold water spilled over his head, dripping into his partially opened mouth. Slowly his eyes opened and he looked up into silvery hair and a beautifully clad woman. He took a deep breath and realized that he was laying in her lap. A cough filled his chest and it shook his body as he expelled it. His breath was short but he was awake, finally. He eyed the woman carefully, unsure of what she wanted or even if she were real. Armen wouldn't be surprised if she was nothing more than a hallucination. He'd been without water and food for so long that he was bound to have something go wrong mentally.

Slowly his hand reached up and he brushed his fingers along the tips of her hair, then reached further and touched her face. The hair was silky soft and her cheek was warm. Her body was solid under his head and he could feel her heat radiating towards him. A smile of relief filled him as he gazed at her.

"You're real," he said, his voice hoarse. Armen let his hand fall away from her face. So, she wasn't an illusion of some sort. There wasn't any magic around to create her figure out of thin air. Even if she were nothing more than magic Torak would have taken her away already. No, she was definitely there, holding him gently. From elation and happiness, he went to confusion. Why was she there? Had something happened? His eyebrow came down as his eyes were still locked on her.

"Why are you here? What's happening?" He asked her, another cough shook him, this one filled with a bit of blood. The beating he'd taken from Torak had definitely taken it's toll on his body. However, that was the least of Armen's concerns. He didn't care about his own self, he cared about the girl sitting there with him and anyone else that may have gotten into contact with the Steward.

"Did you come with others?" He asked, his heart racing then and his eyes wide with fear, their reddish-brown color turning to a darker brown, almost black with his fear. Armen pushed himself up quickly, only to have the room spin before his eyes and he fell back against her, this time leaning on her shoulder. He closed his eyes and tried to get his bearings back.

"We have to go to your friends. The Steward... the Steward is mad! He locked me in here for no reason. I don't understand why he's so afraid of me. I've done nothing but serve him as a loyal guard! Something's happened to him. I fear that he may lash out at your companions and do worse to them than he's done to me. Hurry," he said, his voice slowly coming back to him the more he spoke. Though, the dryness at the back of his mouth was still there and quite irritating causing him to cough often through his speech. Armen tried a second time to get up and hoped that he wouldn't be a hindrance to the young woman who'd just helped him.

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The other woman presented a blank expression at first, clearly off put by the unexplained hostility. And ordinarily, Jennifer might’ve enjoyed the fact, but her patience had already worn thin. With the addition of Talon’s recklessness to consider on top of the situation at Lethandril, Jennifer was exasperate. She wanted answers but she needed to know what questions to ask first, and the one man who had always been able to resolve her confusion was now carelessly prattling away inside. In an attempt to alleviate a fictional migraine, Jennifer caught herself massaging her forehead, her fingers drawing invisible circles. Releasing an audible sigh, Jennifer constrained her hands back to her chest, crossing her arms over each other. She was just going to have to see what this Navile had to say.

"Fay X'san of the Navile,” the young woman introduced herself. Soft spoken, Jennifer was perplexed by her politeness at first. Fay’s pale, almost moonlit complexion gave the distinct impression of a sheltered life, someone who rarely ventured beyond the parameters of her home. It was observation which was to be proven in her following sentence. “I came here because our clan is trying to receive pardon to leave our forest and interact with the world outside. We are part of this Order and so we knew we had to come here first before going anywhere else. When I first came here there was a kind of fear in the air. It still lingers and I heard whispers about the Steward being mad. Still, I went to go see him.” Fay took a moment to conjure the rest of her memories, an action which earned the outlandish ire of Jennifer’s smile all over again. Unbeknownst to her, the young woman had unwittingly become the outlet for Jennifer’s dreaded temper, and no matter what she did, it was unlikely she’d be able to sooth the mage’s ruffled feathers.

Nonetheless a picture was beginning to form in the mage’s mind. Jennifer now recognised the Navile from one of Talon’s ritualistic recitals of his meetings. It always began with cursing, but the information which followed usually pertained to matters regarding the relationship between the orders. The latest addition to the line-up of races in Lastra, the Navile had seemingly popped into existence after Great War. Yet they were already notorious for their possession of strange powers, this also being the cause for their apparent isolation. Jennifer glanced back at the auspicious Fay, eyeing her up and down. The young woman’s presence was burdensome now Torak was beginning to smell more and more suspicious. All Jennifer wanted was to assist Talon and resolve this pointless fiasco, and the girl was interfering with that.

"I was admitted to his audience and the moment I walked in he was already enraged at my presence. I hadn't said anything to him yet, and he went off as if I were some plague or worse. I started trying to talk to him, but no sooner as I had opened my mouth he deemed me dangerous and evil. I haven't been here long, in fact you all walked in right at the peak of his fit. I don't know anything more than that, I'm sorry."

At the conclusion of her story, Fay returned a slightly ambiguous expression to Jennifer, already wary of the mage’s selfless frustrations. “Well at the very least you’re not related to our issue,” Jennifer puffed with some resignation. Her chest hiked as she exhaled another sigh and flicked an impatient gaze back at the palace doors. A wry smile pulled at her lips as she raised an thin eyebrow towards Fay, “Unfortunately for you, I’m not leaving here until either of my partners return. So, if you don’t want to risk being attacked again, you’re just going to have to wait with me also.”

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Armen Sorien

"We might as well collect ourselves before progressing any farther to find the others. It wouldn't do to tax your body any more than it has been. Though we shouldn't linger here long--I don't know how safe this area is. By the way.... I didn't ask for your name? Mine is Fukayna. Fukayna Muidrehd."

He'd allowed her to help him from the cell and also to give him her water from her canteen. At first he'd found it strange the way she communicated with him, but it hadn't bothered him in the least. In a way... it seemed fitting for her. In no time he was used to the sounds of her charcoal scratching across her pad of paper and then reading her thoughts right after. She was mysterious and alluring in that sense. Armen didn't have much time to think about that, though as his body was not cooperating very well with him.

Soon enough his breathing was labored and he found it difficult to stay conscious. He stumbled up the last bit of stairs and allowed her to help him to sit against the wall. It took him quite some time to gather his strength, but his breathing was still short. His gaze flicked across her pad and read her note. He nodded in agreement. It would do them no good at all to be caught sneaking from the dungeons. Armen leaned his head against the wall, trying to keep his own weight upright. Even though she'd sat next to him, he didn't wish to give her more discomfort with his leaning against her.

"Thank you," he rasped, "I apologize... for being such... a burden," he heaved, "I'm Armen... Armen Sorien. I used... to be a guard," he managed a small smile. He hadn't enough energy to summon up any power of his own, besides, even if he could it wouldn't do him any good. Armen hadn't quite grasped his kin's natural affinity to magic. He could feel it inside him, but he hadn't the slightest clue on how to use it. Reaching up, his hand rested against his chest and slowly closed in a fist of frustration. If only he could heal himself, things would go much easier. Grinding his teeth somewhat, he finally opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Alright, I can go again," he told her and pushed against the wall to get himself up. He waited for her to stand and they started off again. He tried to move a little bit quicker this time. It was easier seeing as there weren't anymore stairs to climb, but the increased speed did nothing for his strength. Still, Armen was determined to reach her companions and warn them about Torak. The man was dangerous on a level that Armen hadn't even known about until it was too late. His eyebrows furrowed with his frustration. How he hadn't seen it was beyond him, but it was no use dwelling on past things.

He moved quickly with Fukayna right behind him. A couple of turns down the hall and he found his way out into the courtyard where two women were standing. He wasn't sure if they were Fukayna's companions, but judging by the way the one woman looked as they appeared, he figured they were. He gently pulled himself away from Fukayna and moved quickly towards the dark haired woman. One arm was wrapped up under his chest, supporting his broken structure.

"Did you come here with Fukayna? Torak is dangerous. You should leave as soon as you can," he started. He was pretty sure he sounded hysterical, but he couldn't help it. Torak had lost his mind and he feared what he would do to others.

Fay X'san

“Well at the very least you’re not related to our issue. Unfortunately for you, I’m not leaving here until either of my partners return. So, if you don’t want to risk being attacked again, you’re just going to have to wait with me also.”

Fay nodded her head quickly in agreement. She didn't like the thought of being left alone in the city with guards who were probably under the crazed control of the Steward. She didn't like the feeling she was getting, though. Something strange was building in the air and she didn't care for it one bit. Being a bit sensitive to magic, her senses were being pricked. Fay turned her gaze back to the double doors of the palace. Nothing moved or stirred, but that didn't mean anything. She looked back to the beautiful woman once more and then her gaze turned to see the silver haired girl that had left earlier.

With her was a young elf and he looked as if he'd seen better days. Battered from head to toe, he was bloodied, bruised and doubled over with his arm curled across his chest as if it were the only thing holding him together. His words struck harder than his looks though, and Fay felt a growing sense of unease and dread in the center of her chest. Once more she turned to the double doors with wide eyes.

"We have to get your friend," Fay said, turning to the woman. No sooner had she spoken and the double doors blasted open. One actually came off its hinges and flew straight at Fay. Her heart shot to her throat and she ducked knowing she wasn't going to be saved either way. However, her strange powers kicked in and surrounded her in a glimmering bubble of golden light. The door bounced off of her shield without harm and flipped out into the street of the elven city. Fay straightened and looked into the palace to see where there explosion had come from.

Another round of magic came hurting through the air and jumped aside, barely missing the launch of swirling purple mist. Silver light illuminated the growing darkness within and at it's center was the young man that had saved her minutes ago. His lithe body was outlined by his power and in his other hand was his sword. Magic collided against each other and the Lord V'lyn was pushed back inch by inch. Finally he was tossed off his feet and he flipped backwards into the open. He only stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

Fay drew her crossbow and knocked an arrow. She lifted the weapon and pointed it right at the Steward that followed Lord V'lyn's fall. She slowly backed away, keeping just out of his sight and waited for Torak to come into sight before firing. She pulled the trigger and the weapon launched forward right at the man. The arrow shattered upon impact, hitting a protective shield of power. The Steward never looked her way though.

"Insolent assassin! You dare threaten me and my Kingdom?!"

"This isn't you're kingdom, Steward!" Lord V'lyn shot back as he got back up on his feet. His hand outstretched and in his hand a ball of glowing silver light collected. The Steward sneered at him from above.

"There is no heir to this throne, V'lyn! This belongs to me as it always has."

"Like the gauntlet you wield? Relinquish it at once, Steward, or you'll give me no choice."

The Steward at this time had noticed the other elf that had quickly back-peddled and was trying to keep the silver haired girl behind him. This seemed to infuriate him even further and Fay couldn't understand where his rage was coming from. Slowly she edged herself down to the bottom of the stairs with the two who were from the Order of Riena. Her crossbow was still raised and another arrow knocked in its place.

"And now you're trying to release criminals right under my nose! You're filthy, V'lyn! How dare you come in here, pretending to check up on me! You're true intentions were to free this man weren't they? And now you'll try to usurp my power using him! I won't allow it. You won't succeed and you won't leave this city alive either! Any of you!"

"Jennifer!" Lord V'lyn shouted, though Fay was uncertain as to why he yelled at the woman. Maybe he was telling her something that the Navile didn't quite get. Either way it seemed the woman understood. The assassin raised his hand that was filled with the silver light and let it explode from his palm. It raced up the steps and collided with Torak. The light blinded Fay and she couldn't see anything for several minutes.

The setting changes from lastra to Lethandrill

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Fay fell into silence as she nodded her head smartly. Good, thought Jennifer. At least the Navile shouldn’t cause any further issues. The front doors burst open then, a dull clap of wood against marble. She reeled at the sound but was disappointed to discover that not Talon, but some half deranged elf had staggered from the entrance. The young elf’s appearance was horribly marred and caked in a blanket of grimy sweat. Even from this distance, she could tell his breathing was irregular, likely taxed from a physical abuse.

Whatever the elf’s circumstances, his sunken eyes seemed to recognise them immediately upon exiting. He carried himself rigidly towards her and took a moment to gather his strength before speaking. Jennifer’s dark eyes assessed him impassively at first, uncertain of what to make of the elf. If not for the presence of Fukayna, she might've dismissed him entirely, but Jennifer guessed he must’ve been isolated in the dungeons for his unwashed stench was wrinkling her nose.

"Did you come here with Fukayna? Torak is dangerous. You should leave as soon as you can," he blurted out, desperate to deliver his message.

Jennifer grinned as she raised a thin eyebrow at the young man. “Dangerous?” the mage scoffed, her chest hiking incredulously beneath her crossed arms, “You’ve got the situation around the wrong way kid. Sure, Torak can use a bit of magic, but Lord V’lyn is more than capable of handling someone like him.” Talon had the power of the old god after all, assuming his already formidable combat skills weren’t enough.

Fay’s reaction was quite the opposite however. The Navile edged towards Jennifer to have a word with the mage, concern audibly creeping into her tone as her eyes warily darted about their surrounds as though they were being watched, "We have to get your friend."

Jennifer opened her mouth to reply but the doors blew open again, disrupting her speech before it had even began. This time, one of the panels flew clean off its joints, ripped apart by whatever energy lay behind it. The door transformed into a deadly projectile as it flew into Fay, only to be deflected by a hastily erected shield. Basking in the yellow luminescence of Fay’s bubble, the mage frowned at the sudden turn of chaos, acting like this was an average day in the Order of Riena. “And that’s probably Talon using the good old scare static,” she smirked. The smirk only lasted the whole portion of another second before an overwhelming force threw Talon out of the doorway. A mist gathered in thickness as the unsettling scenario engulfed the party.

"Insolent assassin! You dare threaten me and my Kingdom?!" Torak vocalised his anger from the top of the staircase. A silver glint caught her attention and Jennifer’s eyes locked onto the gauntlet encasing his wrist. The artefact angrily discharged magical power as the Steward marched closer, his expression glowing red with fury. Jennifer took an inadvertent step back, startled by the madness she saw reflected in the Steward’s beady irises.

"This isn't you're kingdom, Steward!" Talon retorted, but Torak was having none of it.

The Steward glowered at them from the top of the stairs, possessed by an uncontrollable power, "There is no heir to this throne, V'lyn! This belongs to me as it always has." Torak was mad, truly mad. There was no reasoning with him, but now they could verify that some of the rumors they'd been sent to investigate were true. Jennifer released her breath and prepared herself, sensing the situation was approaching the imperceptible line of no return. She just prayed that Torak wouldn’t notice the elf prisoner Fukayna had released.

"Like the gauntlet you wield? Relinquish it at once, Steward, or you'll give me no choice."

Torak had suddenly noticed the young elf and Jennifer swore she could see the veins popping over his forehead, "And now you're trying to release criminals right under my nose! You're filthy, V'lyn! How dare you come in here, pretending to check up on me! You're true intentions were to free this man weren't they? And now you'll try to usurp my power using him! I won't allow it. You won't succeed and you won't leave this city alive either! Any of you!"

"Jennifer!" Talon yelled. A small frown of disapproval grew on her lips as she complied with his orders.

“I never liked negotiating anyway.” She mulled and ignited the illusionary magic she’d been leaking into the courtyard. “World Fracture!”

Tinted goggles materialised over eyes of Talon, Fukayna and Jennifer, protecting the trio from the concussive effects of the assassin’s impromptu flash bang. It was all she could do on short notice. Jennifer redirected the rest of her energy to Torak's senses, plying her fingers like she was playing harp, and masked the party's presence from him. "Whatever you want to do Talon, do it now."

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Fukayna allowed the boy to edge away from her, his hand clutching at his chest as if desperately trying to support his weight on his own. Her eyes lay briefly on the black-haired woman, in the better lighting, she could make out the other was an Elf of some sort. Her gaze turned back to Armen, who was speaking in a hushed, rapid tone to Miss Jennifer. The mage looked at her around the boy, a raised eyebrow questioning his very presence in front of her. The way she was wrinkling her nose, Fukayna guessed the mature woman had already picked up on the scent the boy carried from being in the dungeons for a long time. She wrote something on a piece of paper, holding it up somewhat apologetically for only Miss Jennifer to see.

"Sorry--I dumped some water on his face but it didn't seem to help the smell much." Jennifer grinned, slyly using it as a segway into her comment to Armen's words.

“Dangerous? You’ve got the situation around the wrong way kid. Sure, Torak can use a bit of magic, but Lord V’lyn is more than capable of handling someone like him.” Miss Jennifer gave a scoff, she didn't seem to be taking the warning overly seriously. However, the dark-haired Elf was more cautious as she spoke up in a small, but firm voice.

"We have to get your friend." Before any of them could respond to the suggestion, the doors flew open and one of them went spiraling through the air. Fortunately, Fukayna wasn't in it's projectile range but the dark-haired Elf wasn't quite so lucky. But she needn't have worried--whether because of fear or desperation, the woman erected a barrier that the door was deflected off of. Though the silver-tressed girl was shocked, Miss Jennifer seemed to act as if this activity was just the norm, brushing it off with a light-hearted comment.

“And that’s probably Talon using the good old scare static,” She said with a wave of her hand. Her casualness was cut short as V'lyn was thrown out the doorway. Fukayna gasped and went to run a little closer to see if he was alright but a stern look from the mage was enough to keep her in place. The older steward took heavy steps after V'lyn, his breathing ragged, eyes wide and expression maniac. She shivered, the man looked utterly mad and inwardly, she was so very relieved that the Elven boy was here with them.

"Insolent assassin! You dare threaten me and my Kingdom?!" The man looked like he was about to break out in peals of laughter at any given moment--the odd sort of in-between expression when anger could be confused with hysterics. V'lyn shot a glare right back at him, speaking out defiantly.

"This isn't you're kingdom, Steward!" The man's eyes grew wider as an insane light radiated from them.

"There is no heir to this throne, V'lyn! This belongs to me as it always has." Somehow, things were spiraling out of control much faster than Fukayna could've processed and she slid her gaze quickly to Miss Jennifer. The mages eyes were narrowed, her look calculating. Clearly they were in a bit more danger than had been previously assessed upon arriving, but it was a bit too late to be lamenting on that fact now. V'lyn's voice was louder as he spoke clearly, though oddly, the edge of calm had not left his tone despite how he glared at the steward.

"Like the gauntlet you wield? Relinquish it at once, Steward, or you'll give me no choice." Torak looked around V'lyn at last to the four that were a distance away from him. The instant he did so, Armen moved a bit in front of her, almost protectively. Fukayna furrowed her eyebrows, it was not as if she was defenseless. She should be the one protecting him, given his injuries, with her... her... A sinking feeling settled in her stomach as it dawned on her very slowly. She had left her halberd with the horses. It was not as if it would be taken from her, she was certain it was still outside, but there would not be enough time to run and retrieve it. For the moment, all she had were her furs--it would have to suffice.

The old man's face contorted in pure rage as he stared at the elf in front of her before shouting back at V'lyn. "And now you're trying to release criminals right under my nose! You're filthy, V'lyn! How dare you come in here, pretending to check up on me! You're true intentions were to free this man weren't they? And now you'll try to usurp my power using him! I won't allow it. You won't succeed and you won't leave this city alive either! Any of you!" The finality of his words were said with force, his voice shaking with the severity of what he was implying.

V'lyn rapidly turned around to Miss Jennifer, calling out her name. It seemed to be some undertone of an order, for the woman nodded in understanding. “I never liked negotiating anyway. World Fracture!” The words resounded with the feel of magic and goggles appeared over her bangs. It was a welcome relief from the flashes that had been occurring earlier and the spots that had been dancing around in front of her eyes were finally beginning to fade. Her eyebrows knitted a bit. There didn't seem to be any goggles for the other two, leading the small girl to wonder just how far Miss Jennifer's dislike actually seemed to carry.

Without much of a care for her own vision, she took her goggles off and tugged them over Armen's head somewhat clumsily, since she was reaching around from the behind. Her bangs would negate some of the effects and she had a feeling they would not be lingering around for long anyway. Whatever magic the other girl had, she could only hope that the Elf would be able to use it to protect her vision. The whisper of magic extended outwards past the group, touching upon Torak. As far as Fukayna could tell, it was playing with his senses, for the man began to make swipes as if confused. He no longer seemed to note their presence as he fumbled a few steps forward, but his clenched fists indicated his determination.

He obviously knew they were still there, for he kept on releasing bursts of magic--but they were more erratic and way off target now that he could not see them. Miss Jennifer spoke in a more hushed voice to V'lyn. "Whatever you want to do Talon, do it now." Fukayna bit her lip. She did not doubt her safety was a factor in the mage's mind. But the safety of the other two Elves was questionable. Perhaps somewhat rashly and knowing she may get a tongue lashing for it later, she grabbed both arms of the two and tugged them a bit closer to her person. Whatever the story behind the steward's madness was, perhaps these two would at least be able to give them hints.

The action did not go unnoticed by the older woman but Fukayna firmly maintained her position. They were all going to leave, not just the group that had come. There was no way they could leave the Elves behind in the hands of this madman. She scribbled on her pad quickly, unsure how long the illusionary spell was going to last.

"I'll take these two outside and prepare the horses--at least so that we can make a somewhat speedier exit." With the best bow she could manage, given the circumstances, she hastily wrote two more messages, ripping the parchment off the pad and thrusting it in both the faces of Armen and the black-haired girl. "Come with me. I'll get us outside safely. She adjusted herself with Armen to at least help support his weight and gestured towards the hallway that they had come from. The other two seemed to comply with her movements and although she felt a bit strained at trying to move so fast, it seemed smarter to move the others away from the situation. She was more than confident the Lord and Lady could handle themselves.

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Xandur

If one had the ability to turn fully invisible, they would not be half as efficient in spying then if they were a beggar. It's not that people are not aware of a beggars presence, far from it. The presence of someone in dire need for help is like a wraith in the mind of the modern man. Knowing that they could help this poor man, but not willing to relinquish any of their own hard earned money, they do their best to ignore that person. People are so wracked by guilt at the sight of a beggar,or even filled with disgust, that they do all in their power to convince themselves that the man in the tattered clothes and desperate look in is eyes isn't really there. This is why Xandur chose the life of the Vagrant as his cover. So he collect as much information with as little attention or as little consequences as possible. After all, no one cares if they share their secrets within ear shot of a beggar.

And Xandur had overheard quite a lot.

When he had first started Listening, he had simply heard the fading squalor of the city. Xandur found this very odd, seeing as the city should have been growing louder as the day came to it's peak, but their seemed to be a near lack of life near the direct vicinity of the marble building. Xandur had assumed that, being made of precious stone and not of the forest, that this building must have had some import to the people in this city, along with whoever resided within.

Before long, a young.........elf of some kind had begun to approach the marble building. She seemed to notice something and her expression betrayed how concerned and nervous she was about something. She was stopped by a guard before she made it to the building. She was here to see the Steward, a place holder, of the city. She was also apparently a Navile.......whatever that was. If he hadn't had to live each day with the collective knowledge of a child, then he might have been upset at this fact. Judging from the guards reaction to this, Xandur assumed that a Navile was something be on your guard around.

The guard took the Navile women into the marble building. If that was where the Steward resided, that would mean that would be the Palace. It made sense, the place certainly was regal enough and definitely stood out against the more floral aesthetics of Lethandrill. He had decided that perhaps her conversation with the Steward might be an interesting opportunity to learn more about these Navile. He closed his eye and could feel his Hearing begin to bend, twist and extend. The sounds of the streets and city faded from his ears. Xandur was now Listening to a conversation about........the scullery maids ass? Right, wrong conversation.......he hoped.

The amount of time it took him to find the correct conversation could have been minutes or hours, he wasn't sure. When he finally did find the correct conversation, it seemed the Steward was very very angry.

"Navile! You're dangerous! You don't even realize how dangerous you are, woman! That is why you and your kind are separated from the rest of us. You don't know what kind of power you hold, and if you don't know what you have, you don't know how to control it. And here you are, trying to convince us that you're harmless?! Are you a fool?"

So, the Navile were separated from the other elves for they had some kind of power of them......intriguing. Though, form the sound of the situation, the Navile was not in a very favorable position. Though, he swore he could hear something in the back, something muffled. He continued to Listen.

"My Lord, please. If you would just hear me out-"

"Hear you out? The more you speak the more deluded you sound. You're trying to convince yourself that you're not a threat,"

"My Lord, we are far from dangerous," the Navile woman continued, trying to hold her ground.

Xandur could hear truth, along with other things, ring out from her voice as she spoke. Perhaps this was one of the controversial issues of the land. Were the Navile a threat or not? Time would tell, at least for him, he supposed.

"You don't think you're dangerous. Here, allow me to show you just how threatening you are to not only yourselves, but us as well,"]/b]

That did not sound good.

Suddenly, there was a very odd sound that was loud enough to hurt Xandur's ears, followed by a sound somewhat similar to the first. Then following that was a resounding boom that caused Xandur to wince form the pain. What in the name of no one had just happened? Then, another voice sounded, one he had not heard before. Definitely male, and it commanded a certain power with it.

[b]"Ordered to come and check up on the the Steward of Lethandrill and this is what I find. Not a great way to greet one from the Order of Riena, Torak."
The man scoffed.

The Order of Riena, now them Xandur had heard of. An order of religious assassins who's fame had grown across the land. Talks of their leader, one Lord V'lyn, having defeated a mighty threat to the world and had saved the land from destruction. Or something or other like that, the tale changed rather drastically as it was told from tavern to another. It happened some forty years ago from the way Xandur heard it. This city was becoming more interesting by the minute.

The Steward, who's name was apparently Torak, begun to speak again, with a goo amount less fervor then before. "L-Lord V'lyn... I did not realize you were coming. If you'd only sent word I would have had an escort ready for you and have you welcomed into my grand city properly."

Lord V'lyn, well what do you know. The Legend himself was there in the room. Though, Xandur wondered how he had gotten in there. It seemed Xandur was so focused on Listening, that he hadn't even noticed. Huh.

It seemed now that the V'lyn now demanded Torak to speak with him about "certain matters", whatever that meant. The Steward seemed to comply. Xandur hadn't realized it, but other people had entered the room. Their names were Jennifer and Fukayna. They must have been under V'lyn's command as he gave each of them a task to do. The woman whom he guessed to be Jennifer seemed none to please about her assignment to escort the Navile girl. The other companion remained silent, very silent.

The strain was starting to get to Xandur and he decided he would have to leave off Listening for now. He heard the sounds of the palace fade and the sound of the street returned. Xandur blinked his eye open, the light hurting it at first. He looked about and realized no one was about. He sighed heavily and enjoyed the the silence for a time.

That is until the front doors to the palace opened he once again heard the cold and irritated voice of Jennifer. Xandur carefully looked over to the source of the voice from under his hood. From what he could tell at this distance, she was rather beautiful. Not in that overly gaudy, won beauty. It was a natural beauty that she seemed to wear with an air of acknowledgment but not much more. Though, her tone of voice certainly helped to dull down her looks.

She was standing with the Navile woman he had seen before, and a young girl wearing wolf pelts and whose hair was covering her face. That must have been Fukayna. Jennifer seemed to be speaking to her, but for some reason, Xandur could not make out what she was saying at all. Xandur stuck out his tongue. Yep, magic. This woman, this Jennifer must have been a mage of some kind.

Fukayna departed, and Jennifer turned to the Navile woman. Xandur could suddenly hear her. "Your name first, then you’re going to tell me what happened before we arrived, because, let’s just say fanatical rulers are the least of your worries at the moment," her tone was something sinister. Not overtly, but it was there.

"Fay X'san of the Navile. I came here because our clan is trying to receive pardon to leave our forest and interact with the world outside. We are part of this Order and so we knew we had to come here first before going anywhere else. When I first came here there was a kind of fear in the air. It still lingers and I heard whispers about the Steward being mad. Still, I went to go see him."

Intriguing. So Fay X'san was her name. Despite the fear he had heard in her voice, he could tell that this woman was some kind of brave. He wished to learn more of the Navile as soon as possible. though, this little turn of events seemed to entertain him plenty.

She then spoke of the events that Xandur had Overheard in the Palace.

Jennifer seemed to have deemed Fay's words true and had determined she was not involved in some sort of debacle that was the cause of the Order of Riena's presence. She had decided they would wait there for her fellows. As Xandur would as well, it seemed.

After some time had passed, it seemed the silent Fukayna had returned......with a young elf that looked like he had been tortured for a week straight. Well, Xandur was not expecting that. Upon seeing Jennifer and Fay, the young man pulled himself away from Fukayna and approached the two. He began to tell them of how mad Torak was and they should leave. Fay seemed to concur with him and stated they should retrieve V'lyn and retreat. Jennifer seemed incredibly confident that they had nothing to worry about. True, that Lord V'lyn was a man of legend, but, it was never wise to underestimate anything or anyone. That's how you ended up naked, lying face down in a ditch.

As if Fate itself was trying to teach Jennifer a lesson, the doors to the palace exploded outward. The doors became projectiles that were headed right for the group. At the last moment, a barrier was erected from Fay and deflected the deadly door. Moments later, from Jennifer's reaction, a man who must be Lord V'lyn was sent flying out of the smoked door frame. He looked......very good for a man who saved the world forty years ago.

Steward Torak seemed to be the attacker. He wielded a gauntlet that irradiated power. Lord V'lyn seemed to have a bracer of a similar nature, though he doubted the two were connected in any way.......he hoped.

But, when the power of the two men clashed, he felt his gauntlet.......shiver? He could feel it humming in his robe. His eyebrows raised high. It had never done that before. "GACK!" Xandur suddenly cried out in pain. The source of his torment came from his left arm. The gauntlet had attached itself to him without his consent. That was also a first. Xandur was afraid the gauntlet would attacking him next. Though, he found he had control over the gauntlets functions.

A blinding silver light caught his attention. Xandur was glad he wasn't paying attention when that light went off, because it seemed to have blinded half of the people up there.

He could feel his gauntlets humming grow louder. It seemed now was the time to choose. To act or to leave............yeah, act.

Xamdur pushed himself up with the help of his staff, his leg still feeling tender. As he turned to where the battle was taking place, He saw Fukayna helping the injured elf and Fay X'san to get away from the conflict. They seemed to be heading for the gate. Now there was a clever girl, in more ways than one.

Xandur looked up the stairs to see the three having a stand off. He thought about the best way to approach the situation. Seeing as the steward was mad and had a large amount of unchecked power, Xandur believed it would be best to act as quickly and directly as possible.

So, he began to hobble up the stairs with the help of his staff.

He moved up the stairs in a steady fashion, favoring his left leg all the way. He still wore his beggars robe as he ascended. He eventually passed Jennifer, not stopping to gauge her reaction. He then hobbled up until he was parallel with V'lyn's right. He was was still several feet away. He raised his staff slightly, then slammed it back down onto the ground with a loud boom! The dirt and twigs shot off of his staff, revealing the stark white and teal that was the true form of his staff. Then, with his other hand, he threw off the robe into the sky, revealing his white and brown outfit he had come to favor in his travels. His large stoned gauntlet fully revealed, it glowing a slight purple hue. His necklace was also revealed, dangling around his neck, the stones reflecting the light from his gauntlet.

He said nothing, he simply stared the Steward down, waiting for one side to make the first move.

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Talon V'lyn

A slight grin took over his features as he felt Jennifer's magic activate. Oh how he loved that woman. She was practical at all times, something he lacked most of the time. His magic shook the area and the flash was enough to blind and subdue the Steward for some time. Through the haze of magic, he could see the man stumbling around and trying to regain his surroundings. Off to the side, Fukayna scribbled something on her note pad as she retrieved both elves. She was going to take them to the gates with the horses and prepare for a hasty escape. A wise decision as Talon was sure things weren't going to be so easy.

"Whatever you want to do Talon, do it now." His beautiful mage called out to him. His grin widened and his hand replaced his sword and drew out three throwing knives while his other hand drew his dagger. He started up the steps, but as he went and man in what seemed to be beggars robes approached them and positioned himself nearly at the center of everything.

His walking stick slammed into the marble landing and revealed itself to be a staff. His cloak was thrown away and there stood a young man clad in white and brown from head to foot. Clearly this man was no beggar and he had some semblance of power as well. Talon was intrigued by the bracer that glowed and the staff that hummed with power as well. The Steward was brought back to his senses before Talon could reach the top of the steps. However, the assassin didn't stop and continued on his headlong rush towards the crazed elf.

With a hard flick of his hand, the knives flew passed the new comer and straight to the Steward. Talon figured the man would block that attack, but he was prepared for it as he dashed in quickly and leapt up at the man in an attempt to take him to the ground. His dagger was pulled back and his free hand stretched forth ready to grasp the Steward. The knives, as predicted, bounced off the man's shield that he created with the gauntlet. Talon came down on him right after and brought the man to the ground. From behind it might have looked as if Lord V'lyn had managed to get the finishing blow, however up close the dagger was inches away from Torak's neck. Ripples were forming in the air from the magic that shielded the Steward.

Talon gave a grown of frustration and pulled at the power in his gauntlet once more. He was probably pushing it too much, but the quicker he dealt with this problem, the better. He wasn't about to allow it to grow into something more dangerous. The magic twisted from his wrist to the dagger in his other hand and began pushing the weapon downwards through the Stewards barrier. The man underneath Talon gave a growl of rage and his eyes narrowed. In turn to Talon's power, Torak began siphoning more of his own.

Torak's lips turned into a smile as he gazed up at Talon, a sudden shift in his demeanor slightly throwing off the assassin, "How long can you keep up your magic? One who is human isn't compatible with power such as what we are wielding."

Talon ignored him, grinding his teeth and he pushed forward with all the strength he could muster. However, as he struggled with the man his bracer showed him something quite disturbing. Behind Torak's form a darker being twisted across the marble floor, only visible to Talon's eyes. The shadowy figure's red eyes glared up at him and from the human like form it'd taken, wings sprouted out from it's back and opened to their full length. Beneath him, Torak's laughter began to fill the air and his gauntlet seemed to gain more power. How that was possible, Talon didn't know, but what he did know was that his bracer was at it's limits and his energy was beginning to falter considerably.

He was startled at what happened next. A sharp pain filled his side and he glanced down immediately. A crystal like spear had been thrust into his side, and it was growing larger by the second. Wincing, Talon relinquished his hold on his dagger and directed his power to the crystal that was slowly impaling him. The silver band gave one last spurt of power and shattered the weapon that Torak had summoned. Only a small portion of it stuck out of him as Talon quickly got back to his feet and backed away from Torak. The Steward also stood and his attitude had changed completely. Though there was still that mad glimmer, he seemed to be more calculating than before and it made Talon wonder just how long Torak had had that gauntlet.

With one hand around the wound in his side he turned to Jennifer and the new comer that stood behind him, "Go," he ordered, slowly backing away from Torak.

"What's this? Running away, Lord V'lyn? Didn't you want something from me? Weren't you going to take it by force? What's the matter!?" Torak cried insanely. His power built and rushed outwards.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll be back for it," Talon growled in return, his arm raised up over his face to protect against the heated rush of pure energy that was magic.

"You'll be too late by then V'lyn!"

Talon could feel the energy building and he realized that if they didn't leave, Torak was going to tear down Lethandrill in one fell sweep. They'd be no surviving that kind of explosion of power and he was spent, having nothing left to protect them with. He wasn't about to have Jennifer wear herself out as well in an attempt to save them. Besides, he knew the woman to well, she would only shield him and herself. Everyone else would have to fend for themselves, unless she liked them well enough.

"We're leaving! Quickly," Talon called to her. He would only hope that the man with the staff would come with them as well. It seemed that old enemies were still lingering around. The assassin ground his teeth in frustration and anger. His duties as the leader of an Order were going to have to be put aside for a while. Whenever there was magic involved it seemed that Ro'ell was the place to go. First, getting out of Lethandrill alive was a priority.

Turning on his heel he rushed to Jennifer and pushed her ahead of him. If he wasn't right behind her, she wasn't budging. With a quick side look to the stranger he motioned for him to follow. Only then did he start down the steps with Torak slowly following right behind, his magic flickering and expelling pent up blasts here and there. However the main spell was yet to be ready and he could feel it's pressure slowly building. Even the cities inhabitants were panicking and many were making their way to the gates. It was going to be hell getting out of the city.

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Jennifer watched the dark woman making a beeline for the two foreigners and widened her eyes in protest. What was she thinking?

Fukayna frantically scratched at her notepad and held up the message written upon it, "I'll take these two outside and prepare the horses--at least so that we can make a somewhat speedier exit."

Without waiting for further consent, Fukayna dragged the bewildered forms of Fay and the young elf with her, heading in the direction of the city’s gates. Perhaps it was the smarter choice on her part seeing as Jennifer was inches away from losing her self-restraint.

Like a caged animal, the mage released a frustrated sigh before returning her attention to Torak and Talon. Upon doing so however, she noticed a third party had disrupted the duel, the beggar much to her astonishment. Appearing like a ghost, the man waltzed through the aftermath of the flash bang, seemingly unaffected by its concussive affects. Jennifer hissed a cursed and raised her arm up at him threateningly. Whatever his purpose, she wasn’t going to wait to find out.

“Is he brain-dead?! There’s no money here,” she snarled, “You with the staff! Halt!”

She didn’t have time for further contemplation for Talon’s lithe form darted ahead. The battle which followed was swift and brutal. Torak’s gauntlet wove dark patterns in the air but Talon ignored it in his headlong assault up the stairwell, opening up with his signature throwing knives. Jennifer felt like she was forgetting something important. Just an inkling which had gradually crept up into her mind over the course of the action, but she knew the notion was impossible. It must’ve been a coincidence.

“World Fracture!” Jennifer growled as she unleashed another round of reality bending magic. The mage didn’t even hesitate to attack the drifter who’d unveiled his cloak, appearing to be a young man wielding a staff and stone gauntlet. She wouldn’t risk letting anything interfere at this stage. Landing deftly before the intruder, she stood between the young man and Talon. “Too bad for you, at this stage I don’t care about your intentions,” she gave a deliciously innocent smile and proceeded to launch a boulder the size of a carriage at him.

Whilst holding back the trespasser, Jennifer kept a tentative eye on the duel between Talon and Torak behind her. Both were desperately grappling for dominance as Talon attempted to drive the pointed edge of his dagger into the Steward’s throat. Abruptly, Torak laughed and broke free of the assassin's hold. “Talon!” the mage cried, her heart leaping into her throat as she was unprepared by what she saw next. Jennifer felt an impassioned ember of bitter distress as Torak’s crystal spear impaled her cherished assassin. Where was Torak getting this power? As Talon stumbled back a few paces, winded by the impact, Jennifer rushed forwards to heal him, temporarily ignoring the beggar.

"Go," Talon commanded, retreating warily from Torak. His blue-gray eyes had lost their earlier confidence, as if stricken by something they all couldn’t see.

Jennifer was seething though, her dark gaze already affixed to the Steward as the red mist consumed her mind. Her muscles tensed like a coil as she mentally fought between her desire to heal Talon or tear the Steward limb from limb. “You always sucked at magic, let me handle this,” she said.

"We're leaving! Quickly," Talon said once more, this time with urgency. His tone brought her attention to the faint humming which now vibrated the air and one glance at Torak was enough to convince her that he was right. “Fine,” she said. Grasping his hand as they fled, she poured the rest of her attention into his wound, “I never liked this place anyway.”

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Armen Sorien Character Portrait: Fukayna Muidrehd Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Fay X'san

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Fukayna led the two Elves through the hallways, still feeling the tremors the releases of magical energy from over her shoulders. She shivered a bit--it was frightening in an exhilarating type of way the power that both V'lyn and Miss Jennifer wielded. But all of those displays only worked to increase her silent reverence of the duo. She struggled with the weight of Armen, whose breathing was coming out rather raggedly and quickly. The movements were taxing on his body--she felt concern for his state but the urgency of the situation did not allow her to stop and check to see if he was keeping up okay.

The dark-haired Elf was nervously keeping pace with her, holding on lightly to Fukayna's fur to keep pace with the smallest of the trio. Admittedly, she was a bit nervous, for in the spur of the moment, she had spoken so outlandishly against Miss Jennifer. She didn't want to sully her reputation already but the decision seemed like a smart one. Neither of these two were fit for combat. As they rounded the corner, the floors vibrated beneath her feet. The force of it caused her to become slightly off-balanced and she nearly lost her grip on Armen. The boy stumbled with her but gripped his chest and forced himself to straighten.

She managed a small smile at him as they reached the entrance. Looking up, she noticed that cracks had begun to appear in the firm marble of the archway. Her eyebrows furrowed a bit beneath her bangs--just what power was the steward working with? She was sure the other two could feel the tremors, just as she could, even from outside. Screams brought her attentions down to the gates, a bit farther off. Already, people had begun to panic and were fleeing about in the streets. It was hard to believe that it had only taken a few hours for the entirety of the place to begin falling into pandemonium.

She paused, squinting her eyes and catching sight of the horses they had left tethered near the entrance when they had arrived. She gestured to the dark-haired girl and then pointed to the animals. The girl took the hint and edged down the stairs, perhaps a bit faster due to the tense air about the atmosphere. Fukayna turned a bit, using both her arms to support Armen's weight as they made their way down the last set of stairs. The girl brought the horses over to them and Fukayna released her grip on the boy, causing him to lean against the horse for support. She reached into her fur and pulled back out her notepad and wrote on it, once more tearing two sheets of paper for each of them to read.

"We'll need to get to the exit of the city before it over-crowds. I'll take one of the horses, Armen, you can ride with the other girl. Armen made to protest but whatever he was about to say was cut off as she pushed him to the other beast. More than likely, it was in reference to the third horse but she didn't have time to explain her plan to him. Her push wasn't with a whole lot of force, mind, she was conscious of his injuries. But it would be better for him to ride with someone who looked like they had more experience riding horses. The girl nodded and helped the boy up on to the saddle--fortunately while they were distracted, they did not see Fukayna's struggle to get on her own.

Adjusting herself with significant effort, she motioned for the other two to follow her. Getting through the streets was, to say the least, extremely difficult. Weaving through the active groups of people who were running about, all frantically trying to get to the exit, proved to be a strenuous task. They also couldn't move fast, for the movements might've jostled Armen a bit too much and worsened his injuries. Staying together was her top priority--they were in her care, even if it was only for the time being. She had taken this task upon herself and she was going to see it through to the very end.

After battling their way through the throng of the crowd, they at last managed to reach the gates of the city. Strangely, as before, there were no guards to direct the people, so their movements were in utter chaos and confusion. Biting her lip and taking out her parchment, she wrote one more message hesitantly before holding it close enough for the two of them to see.

"Go on ahead. I have to return for V'lyn and Miss Jennifer." Both of the elves motioned to say something but she gave them no time at all, loosening her furs just enough to hit the side of the horse. It whinnied in surprise and galloped forwards through the gaps in the crowd. Both of them looked back at her and she watched them go only as far as the gate before turning her horse around and riding back towards the palace. She had meant it. They were all going to leave. She was counting on the Lord and Lady to already be outside by the time she returned for she wasn't sure how much longer the city was going to hold. She urged her horse a bit faster, hoping to the gods that she got there in time.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Armen Sorien Character Portrait: Fukayna Muidrehd Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Dante Fuuriah Character Portrait: Capella Character Portrait: Khrae Var Character Portrait: Fay X'san Character Portrait: Astrid T'vali Character Portrait: Stephano

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Talon V'lyn

“I never liked this place anyway,” Jennifer hissed as she grasped his hand and rushed for the courtyard where they'd left their horses. The massive energy was growing heavier with each moment and Talon had a terrible flash back of the old city Kingsburrow. The city had once stood proudly in Lastra, but when the attack of the 'True Dragons' (a rebel group at the time) came, their leader brought devastation to the city. The Old God Domieen had been leading that group of rag tag rebels then and Talon had engaged in a fight with him. At the time they had just realized that Domieen was a Dragon God. Domieen had almost killed Talon, and with the assassin the city crumbled in on itself. Had Jennifer not been there, bracer or no bracer, Talon would have died in that dark pit.

His hand tightened around hers in a silent motion of urgency. The assassin was sure that she didn't need any urging though. If anything she would have been the one to be pushing him if he were to so much as fall a few steps to far behind her. Torak's power was so immense that it was sure to be felt miles away from the city. Taking one look behind his shoulder, he witnessed the Steward starting to unleash the power. His eyes widened and he feared for the inhabitants of the city. Most had gotten out the front gates and had started fleeing into the outlying forests, but many were still in the city scrambling to get away. Amongst them himself and Jennifer.

Turning, he spotted where they'd left the horses. One was missing and from the throng of people, Fukayna was rushing back towards them. Talon gave a sharp hiss of irritation. That girl should have left on her own accord, no need for them all to perish in one area. Of course, Talon had no intentions of dying but still. Though, he had to hand it to her, she was quite brave and honorable to come back for them. The marble steps beneath their feet began cracking as they rushed down to the courtyard. Once they were to the horse, which had surprisingly hadn't startled from fear yet, Talon all but tossed Jennifer up onto the saddle before clambering up behind her. It wasn't the large comfort of a dragon's neck, but he would make due. Also, it wasn't the first time that Talon had wished to have Vy with him again either. There were plenty of times that the assassin dearly missed his dragon companion. There was an emptiness in his soul that even Jennifer couldn't fill. It was the emptiness of losing a powerful creature, a linked companion who had been with him for many years. To suddenly have him gone was very painful.

Taking the reigns of the horse in hand he directed the beast towards the throng of elves that darted here and there. He caught sight of Fukayna and motioned to her giving a sharp whistle as he went. A flick of his wrist and a kick of his boots got the stead into a gallop. He rushed towards the other assassin and jerked his head towards the gates.

"You shouldn't have come back!" He yelled at Fukayna, but it was the only thing he said to her about her decision. Talon maneuvered the beast through the elven citizens on foot carefully. If he could help them all escape, he would have. However, there was no possible way to do so and he had two women of importance to take care of first. Talon had long since lost sight of the beggar who had jumped into the fight, though he hoped that the man had sense enough to leave the area. When the magic quieted down, Talon was going to come back and investigate. That was, if there was anything left to see in the first place.

A deep rumbled filled the air, sounding much like an earthquake as it shuddered the area. Another quick glance behind him and Talon witnessed the magic of the gauntlet being unleashed right behind them. The rush of blinding white light was picking up speed as it moved through the city. In reaction to it, Talon didn't think twice as he called upon the power of his bracer to protect all three of them. Fukayna was a stretch, but he managed. Silver light embraced them all as they rode towards the gates of the city. Screams issued in the air as the people of the city were struck by their Stewards power. The sounds of the large trees being bent groaned through the air and Talon feared that even the majestic trees would be toppled over. Closing his eyes against the blinding light that flooded around them, he could only hope that the horse would be able to make it's way out of the gates without incident.

His magic trembled as it struggled to hold against the destructive power. As soon as it came, though, it was gone and faded off far into the forest ahead. Talon cracked open an eye and took a quick look behind him. The elves that had once been in the city were gone, the trees still stood but they'd lost their grandeur and looked utterly destroyed. Nothing remained of Lethandrill except for the trees. His heart sank and his grip around the reigns tightened. Grinding his teeth he tore his gaze away and pushed his forehead into Jennifer's warm back. His rage at losing so many people and losing the gauntlet to a mad man was mounting. However, the was nothing he could do about it then. So, his frustrations tore at him, gnawed him to the bone as he rode deeper into the forest.

He pulled the horse to a stop as they rounded a corner in the trail of the forest and came upon a group of people idling around. Had they not felt the power that just destroyed the city? Surely they would have had the frame of mind to leave the area. His eyes settled on the third horse that had belonged to him upon first leaving Skyfall. Seated on it was the Navile woman and the young elf that Talon had hardly had a chance to see during his... discussion with Torak. The elven male looked utterly spent and beaten beyond life. Somehow he still clung to the living plane, breathing shallowly and leaning heavily against the woman in front of him. The Navile woman looked relieved to see them appear, and offered a smile.

"What are you doing still lingering here?" Talon asked, trying to sound more intimidating than he felt at that moment. The woman's smile faltered slightly, but then she looked back at the young man behind her and answered the assassin straight.

"He won't make it very far. I couldn't keep riding at the pace I was. I ran into these guys soon after," she said and nodded her head to the assortment of people before them, "Besides," she continued, "I wasn't about to go very far without you anyway. I owe you my life after all."

"You owe us nothing," Talon replied quietly, but his tone had softened considerably. His gaze turned to take in the group before them. Two men whom he'd never seen before were there, a young woman clad in... scales? That was an interesting notion, but further intriguing (and perhaps a bit unsettling) was her demeanor. She seemed highly enraged about something and her gaze was settled on a woman with red hair and a dragon curled around her body.

"Astrid!" Talon yelled, his former tone returning as he set his gaze upon the girl standing there bickering with her dragon as always. He made to further ask her as to why she was there and not carrying out her duties, but he felt a kind of sharp movement in his side. It didn't hurt, but it was the lack of pain that alarmed him. Talon was afraid to see what had happened to his side and even more afraid of Jennifer's reaction. Glancing down he groaned softly and only then did he feel his head getting light from the lack of energy. He'd used too much of the bracers power and it was catching up to him finally. To add to it, the crystal spike that had started out small after his breaking it from Torak's spell, had suddenly began to encase his side in crystal.

"Damnit... of all times," he managed to mutter before falling off the horse from Jennifer's back. All strength left him and he hit the ground unconscious from lack of energy.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Armen Sorien Character Portrait: Fukayna Muidrehd Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Dante Fuuriah Character Portrait: Capella Character Portrait: Khrae Var Character Portrait: Fay X'san Character Portrait: Astrid T'vali Character Portrait: Stephano

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"Yeah, let's....Stephano?" Astrid made to set off when her dragon turned to face the other dragon head on. He had leapt off her shoulder and stood in front of Capella, his wings outstretched and his teeth bared. Astrid fought the urge to grab him now as the other dragon seemed to emit pure rage. But her little guardian stood strong, the sandy brown creature's wings hammering the air around him to make a loud noise. Astrid wasn't used to this display of anger but she knew what he was doing. The other two people cringed at the noise. The other dragon just raised her eyebrows, her aura still projecting dark energy and a feeling of dread. Stephano just met her eye and had that look on his face. That look that Astrid hated. It was the one that felt as if he was staring right into your flaming soul. The young woman bit her lip. Hard.

Astrid didn't like this.

At all.

If she hurt Stephano...almost on auto-pilot, the assassin plucked an arrow from her quiver and readied herself in case she had to step in quickly. But there was no need.

Stephano gave a horrid hiss and a growl before snapping his teeth angrily. Capella looked at him with a frown before replying in the same manner. This odd conversation carried on for a few minutes before Capella's dark aura faded and she gave Stephano a loaded look. Astrid's grip on her bow tightened and she fought the urge to shoot the other dragon where she stood. She knew her face had changed into the mask. All the previous emotion had gone and she had changed into the assassin she was underneath. Dangerous, deadly and can kill you fifteen different ways with a paperclip. She didn't know if the other two were staring at her or at the dragons but she didn't really care. At this moment, she only had eyes for Stephano's safety and the Grey Sword's movements.

(T) "Fine. We have an agreement. If I find you have broken it..." Capella said, looking down at Stephano. The young dragon nodded silently and offered a little smile in response. After a few seconds, he launched himself backwards into the air and Astrid caught him in her arms, needing the contact. Stephano rolled his eyes before shifting into his wrap around position.

"So...The fuck was that about, Stephano?!" Astrid yelled at her little companion after getting over her worry. The dragon laughed softly.

"Nothing, my dear. We were merely discussing the current economical climate. Terrible business that." Stephano offered slyly, watching in glee as Astrid's features moved into a look of pure disgust.

"I hate you."

"I love you too, my dear." Stephano replied, his little head nuzzling her neck. Astrid softened a little and stroked her companion's head.

"I'm guessing this is one of those things you can't tell me, huh? One of the weird dragon crap things?" Astrid asked, not sounding too bothered. She supposed if what Stephano had said to Capella was really important then he would have told her through their bond. Thus, she concluded, it was one of the weird ass dragon secret conversations of secretness.

"Indeed. Now, I am rather sure we were supposed to be going somewhere. Shall we carry on?" Stephano asked, his eyes trained onto Capella. He must have found what he was looking for because then he looked back at Astrid and smiled. The assassin couldn't help but grin back. Then she spotted something. As an archer, Astrid had good eyesight. It was a given. But the two people on the horse were not hard to miss. The assassin gave Stephano a look which her companion mirrored and they took off, dead run, to find out who these people were.

They had one of Riena's horses.

Astrid knew this. She hadn't been very...well behaved in her childhood and had spent a good amount of time cleaning the stables as punishment. So she had gotten to know the horses fairly well. She run up to the two, bow drawn and eyes narrowed.

"And you are?"

...

After the Navile woman had explained who they were and what they were doing, Astrid had let the bow drop and had tried to help the best she could. But she was no healer and the young elf did not look well. Astrid could relate. A lot of the time, she too was not very well. Stephano felt a pang of sadness in their bond and had poured some reassurance down to the assassin. Astrid looked up and smiled sadly at the dragon before returning her look back to the two before them. They had seen V'lyn and Jennifer. Yet, they were not here. This was not good news. Even worse was the news that Lethandrill was currently exploding in on itself. Because the Steward had apparently gone fucking nuts.

Well, shit.

This was somewhat anti good news. Astrid's hand went up to find the little dragon on her shoulder, just to make sure that the little being was still there. Stephano accepted all this contact with so much as a blink. He felt the assassin's worry over her superiors being in danger. It had been drilled into her to make sure everyone was safe. All her brothers and sisters in arms. Stephano could sense that his assassin was not taking this very well.

Then she spotted two more horses over the hill and she jumped to her feet. The archer's eyes examined the horses before Stephano distracted her. Again.

Damn dragon.

"Really, you must calm down. You are scaring the people who don't know you."

"I am not scaring anyone!"

"You have all of your throwing knives out in a not so defensive stance." Stephano sighed as Astrid blinked and looked down at her hands.

"So I do. Huh."

"Yes. Maybe you should, I don't know, put them away so we don't give someone else a heart attack."

"Hey. That was partially your fault. And it was an aneurism."

"Oh, I do apologise. Anyway, knives? Go bye bye maybe?"

"Aw, but mooooooooom." Astrid whined, blinking innocently.

"But them away, you little monster. Before I make you into cat food."

"I prefer dogs myself." Astrid mused as she hit away her knives again, just as quickly as she had gotten them out.

Yes, well. I don't p-" Another intimidating voice cut off Stephano's sarcastic answer.

"Astrid!" The assassin instantly reacted. Her spine straightened, her bow was drawn and aimed within seconds and she turned out her heel, expecting the drills of Skyfall. She blinked and found Talon sitting on a horse, looking down at her. He was there with Jennifer and another woman who was covered in...

"Sheep fur?" Astrid wondered out loud, her face screwing up. On her shoulder, Stephano smirked triumphantly.

"Told you it was wolf fur. Astrid decided to ignore him rather than get into a very violent arguement in front of her highers.

Instead she sought out Talon again and he gave him a cheeky grin as he, no doubt, went to ask her what the hell she was doing out in the middle of nowhere and not at Skyfall training or killing someone. But before he could say anything, he grimaced and looked down at his side. Astrid frowned at Stephano who mirrored her look and she stepped forward.

"Um, V'lyn?" She asked softly, still holding the bow between her finger gently. Then Lord V'lyn fell to the ground and Astrid, being the closest, went to help him. She didn't know exactly what to do. She was no healer. She was more of a peacekeeper. Stephano poked his head over to examine V'lyn and Astrid knew it was bad. The look in Stephano's eye told her all she needed to know. But what really sealed the deal was when Stephano sighed and spoke.

Not to her, that was normal.

No, he spoke to the others by himself. Not through Astrid.

"He needs help. Now would be simply fantastic."

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Armen Sorien Character Portrait: Fukayna Muidrehd Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Dante Fuuriah Character Portrait: Capella Character Portrait: Khrae Var Character Portrait: Fay X'san Character Portrait: Astrid T'vali Character Portrait: Stephano

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"Damnit... of all times." Alarmed by his fading voice, Jennifer snatched the assassin’s arm from the air just before he was allowed to drop. Talon’s head bobbed inches away from the earth as his momentum jolted to a sudden halt.

“Reev dammit you, you fat oath! This is what happens when you spend all of your days at meetings!” she gritted her teeth as her arm muscles screamed in protest. It was fortunate then that the horse wasn’t in motion or she too would have surely lost her balance and been pulled down along with him. Stabilizing his weight by gingerly cantilevering her own, the mage carefully lowered the rest of his body to the ground.

"He needs help. Now would be simply fantastic." Astrid's dragon stated.

"Yes, thank you for pointing out the obvious," Jennifer snapped at the duo, her eyes flashing dangerously for a second. "World Fracture."

An invisible force levitated Talon's body from the ground, lifting him past the distressed expressions of Astrid and Stephano. Steadily, Jennifer pulled the assassin back onto the horse, positioning him upright. The crystal formations delivered an ill-sense of unease as she assessed the wound. Worse than a bacterial infection, they’d grown significantly since she had last set eyes upon them, festering and coiling sinisterly around the assassin’s waist.

After some contemplation, she ripped off the goggles she’d conjured to cover her eyes and allowed the magic holding it together to disintegrate. Her hair fell smoothly against her silky cheeks as the straps released clumps of her dark locks. Scattering the goggle’s dusty remains like ashes to the wind, she gazed down at the others discourteously, her dark eyes really only addressing Astrid, the young vagabond assassin. Jennifer gave what could only be described as deep look of maternal disappointment before sighing at the young redhead. “Judging from the murderous glare that… young woman is giving you. I take it that you’re not here on official business Miss T’Vali? Let me guess, you got bored and took it upon yourself to find entertainment?” she said, reciting the last sentence like it was a daily chore.

“I thought I told you to rein in your companion’s behaviour, Stephano,” Jennifer mocked, directing an accusatory stare to the dragon, Astrid’s brown-yellow bond. Jennifer used the term ‘companion’ lightly as the duo always seemed be in a near perpetual state of bickering, a fact which often left her bewildered as to how they completed any work at all. Glancing towards the mysterious dark woman, Fukayna, she couldn’t help but to compare their personalities. Fukayna, despite her unnecessary compassion, held an air of reliability and well-tempered determination. Astrid on the other hand reminded Jennifer of her younger self at times, outspoken and wily beyond her years, but damn well frustrating at times also.

“Well if you're quite done with playing around Astrid, I have a mission for you,” Jennifer smiled wickedly.

Shifting her balance so that Talon’s body leaned against her back, Jennifer secured the assassin’s arms beneath her own and then picked up the reins. She’d have to remain in this position or else she wouldn’t be able to see past the assassin’s bulkier frame. “Fukayna, Astrid. You'll both be returning to Skyfall with me,” she announced, “I’ve performed some remedial healing but I must return to the city. I’ll need my lab in order to deal with the crystals. Once I’m finished with this debacle, we’re going after Torak. Take the Navile and elf prisoner with you Fukayna. I’ll have some further questions for them later.”

Jennifer then smiled cheerfully at the motley collection of strangers. Two men and one, almost reptilian, woman who'd continued to glare hatefully at Astrid and Stephano, they where all armed to some extent, putting the mage slightly on edge. This road provided access to and from Lethandrill, nothing more and nothing less, which meant they were either fleeing with the rest of the city’s inhabitants or, seeing as they weren’t running yet, more than likely had business at the elven city. Feeling unusually charitable, she decided to speak to them, “Lethandrill is regrettably, gone. Unless your idea of sight seeing involves smoking ruins and dead corpses, I’d turn the other way folks. Have a nice day.”

Without waiting for further replies, a sharp cracked pierced the air as Jennifer whipped the reins and galloped towards Skyfall.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Armen Sorien Character Portrait: Fukayna Muidrehd Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Dante Fuuriah Character Portrait: Capella Character Portrait: Khrae Var Character Portrait: Fay X'san Character Portrait: Astrid T'vali Character Portrait: Stephano

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Fukayna shivered as they pulled to a stop, a larger group of people that seemed to all be traveling together in the middle of the trail. It did not take her long to spot Armen and the dark-haired woman, the former of which was weakly leaning against the woman. She felt relief, at least he was still alive, but by the looks of it, if was just barely. A string of irritated words left the lips of the mage and Fukayna turned in time to see V'lyn slip from his horse. His body was limp and had clearly faded out of consciousness--but Miss Jennifer was quick on the uptake and managed to catch him before his head hit the ground.

“Reev dammit you, you fat oath! This is what happens when you spend all of your days at meetings!” The hiss had another undertone, was that concern...? She flailed a bit when trying to get off her horse, though this time, she was a bit certain that her awkward, clumsy descent off the horse was witnessed by others. After she righted herself on the ground, stumbling a bit on her first few steps due to the fact of having been seated on the horse for awhile, she went to rush to Miss Jennifer's side to assist her. However, a sarcastically amused masculine voice brought her attentions upwards.

"He needs help. Now would be simply fantastic." She immediately started, never having seen a dragon before. He was a little chubby, but not absurdly so, actually, it was kind of cute. She marveled a little at the creature--what a magnificent work of nature! His wings looked like they were quite large, even despite being folded alongside his body, and his eyes were bold. She almost got enough courage to reach out and touch him, for his scales did look ever so nice. But then her attentions became more focused on the group of people and she no longer seemed to hear what Miss Jennifer said in response.

Fukayna's breath hitched--she had never done too well around large groups of strangers. It had been different at the Order of Riena--at least there... it had just been recruits and she had had time to observe them from the distance of her room and such to grow comfortable with their presence. But to have so many people together at one time... Instantly she moved closer to Miss Jennifer, almost as if to shield herself from the view of others. It semi-worked, given how small she was. But she could see the questioning gazes of the others and bit her lip in nervousness. This was making her terribly uncomfortable. She wrapped her fingers around her furs and pulled them tighter against her. Miss Jennifer was speaking once more, still the example of calm and controlled, despite the situation.

“... take it that you’re not here on official business Miss T’Vali? Let me guess, you got bored and took it upon yourself to find entertainment? I thought I told you to rein in your companion’s behaviour, Stephano,” The last comment seemed to be directed at someone else but she couldn't really be sure who. But by the way the dragon shifted at this, perhaps it would be best to assume he was the target of those words. The mage continued, her lilting voice taking on somewhat of that same deadly sarcasm Fukayna had heard earlier that was directed at the female Elf.

“Well if you're quite done with playing around Astrid, I have a mission for you. Fukayna, Astrid. You'll both be returning to Skyfall with me. I’ve performed some remedial healing but I must return to the city. I’ll need my lab in order to deal with the crystals. Once I’m finished with this debacle, we’re going after Torak. Take the Navile and elf prisoner with you Fukayna. I’ll have some further questions for them later.” Fukayna tensed a bit at the order but there was nothing she could do against it. Miss Jennifer's words were absolute. She pulled out her notepad once more and wrote her response, perhaps a bit slower than usual due to her hesitation.

"I'll have them ride next to me, then. She didn't take any steps nearer to the group, only silently gestured to the dark-haired girl and Armen to come closer to her. The girl tilted her head in confusion, probably over why Fukayna refused to approach them as before. The small girl didn't even try to comment, she only repeated her gestures until the dark-haired girl patted the side of the horse to make it trot over towards where Fukayna stood. She sighed, not even bothering to look up at the others as she tried to get back on her horse. The struggle was not unseen but surprisingly, she felt a weight at her back.

She would've tensed up, had it not been for the firm feel of scales behind her. She turned a little and saw the dragon, who had been poorly named Stephano, prodding her a bit to help her up the horse. She blushed but smiled at him, perhaps cutely, from underneath her bangs as she used his support to get on the horse. Now comfortable, it seemed she had been just in time, for Miss Jennifer had returned on to her horse. She cracked her reigns and Fukayna did the same, nodding to the others to follow suit.

Normally she would've urged to ask after what the strangers planned to do. But at this moment, perhaps due to her nervousness, or pure concern for the fact that Armen needed urgent medical attention (and a bath), she yearned to return to Skyfall. Not only that, but V'lyn seemed to have a serious injury as well and that knowledge bothered her. She only glimpsed behind her to look back at the lovely dragon--had she been paying attention, she surely would've noticed the dragoness that was fuming at the assassin and Stephano.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Armen Sorien Character Portrait: Fukayna Muidrehd Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Dante Fuuriah Character Portrait: Capella Character Portrait: Khrae Var Character Portrait: Fay X'san Character Portrait: Astrid T'vali Character Portrait: Stephano

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The clansman watched the events unfold before him with the same, detached expression he always possessed during such times. There wasn't even a moment that could be spared for questioning, but instead the man remained silent, observing and making careful calculations about the situation. The two who had appeared just previously, the Dragoness and young assassin, seemed to just have nothing else to do, and so seemed to decide it would be enjoyable, or at least somewhat interesting, to strike up a random conversation with complete strangers along a lonely road to Lethandrill. The next two riders, coming on horseback, seemed as if they appeared with more worthy intentions than simply for their own entertainment. The urgency he felt within them was evident, and it only increased with the addition of the next group of riders.

Khrae had only a moment to assess the first pair, a young woman with distinctly paler skin and pointed ears, as well as wearing not a lot of coverage, but still more than the Dragoness. Unless Khrae was simply being judgmental and forming conclusions based on first glance generalizations, she had to be a Naville. Later on he could worry about any threat she supposedly posed, but currently it seemed she was more in a hurry than anything to escape from something. The boy whom rested on her back had obviously seen better days, looking as if his daily sustenance intake had been replaced with a beating for a good week, maybe more.

Without totally disregarding the others once they had been evaluated, Khrae turned to the next three. A young woman whose eyes he could not see due to her silvery bangs rode alongside yet another woman, obviously older, but not at all lacking in an elegant beauty despite the fact, as well as was another man whom Khrae was surprised to learn was Lord V'lyn himself. Reasoning then giving Khrae enough to assume that the woman was the infamous, or simply famous, depending on your preferences, Jennifer. Khrae mulled this over in his head as he took in the man, the all powerful assassin leader who seemed as if he'd just come from a rather strenuous battle, and who quite literally fell into a state of unconsciousness, though luckily the woman riding with him had just managed to catch him. Whomever he'd been combating had obviously wielded devastating power, and as for the crystallized magic which latched onto him, Khrae had never seen it before.

Well if you're quite done with playing around Astrid, I have a mission for you,” the woman said as she looked to the young assassin. "Fukayna, Astrid. You'll both be returning to Skyfall with me. I’ve performed some remedial healing but I must return to the city. I’ll need my lab in order to deal with the crystals. Once I’m finished with this debacle, we’re going after Torak. Take the Navile and elf prisoner with you Fukayna. I’ll have some further questions for them later.”

Khrae was swimming in his own thoughts as he took in everything that was happening and all that was said. Names were dubbed to those present, and then the information was sorted through and then processed. Torak stood out above all else. Yes, that was who Khrae and Dante were headed to see on behalf of their clan, and whom apparently had caused this whole ordeal. How exactly each one of these people fit in to the situation, however, Khrae wasn't sure, but he didn't question.

“Lethandrill is regrettably, gone. Unless your idea of sight seeing involves smoking ruins and dead corpses, I’d turn the other way folks. Have a nice day.”

Raising an eyebrow at the statement, Khrae let out an sigh of exasperation behind the cowl of his cloak. Lovely. Obviously then whoever these people were escaping from was a worthy adversary, especially considering the almighty Lord V'lyn had sustained such damage, and from what Khrae was gathering, the culprit was Torak. So the man had destroyed his own city? Hmm. That definitely complicated a lot of things. Before the swordsman could respond however, before he could even formulate a question to help clear up the mess of information that had just been thrown at him, the woman rode off with her companions, back to Skyfall.

Shaking his head, Khrae from those still here (I think it's just Capella.. ??), and then to Dante. The boy was staring at something, or someone, but he couldn't tell who or what. Tapping him on the shoulder to gather his attention, Khrae blinked once as the boy jumped suddenly, having drifted off quite a ways, consumed by whatever it was that held his attention. The man dismissed the action, however, as it wasn't unusual for Dante to get so distracted.

"O-huh, er.. Oh. What?" the boy finally questioned, looking around suddenly as he now began to register all that was going on around him.

"It seems as though we've encountered a hitch in our plans." The man said simply.

Dante looked at him curiously, not understanding. "...Okay.. What does that mean?"

"It means we're no longer going to Lethandrill." Khrae clarified.

The boy beamed brightly, overjoyed now that they didn't need to continue down this boring road to a stupid city for whatever stupid meeting. "Really?!" he exclaimed, throwing up his arms in excitement. "Haha, awesome! No more stinkin' meeting!"

"Hold your tongue," Khrae warned, now beginning to continue down the road.

Dante suddenly fell silent, clamping both hands over his mouth while managing to maintain an apologetic look for little more than two seconds. "Sorry," he mumbled, lowering his hands, "but I knew this whole trip was useless anyway." Happily, trotting up to his master's side, he smiled again. "So where are we going now? Some local pub, or a store, someplace actually fun, right?"

"Skyfall."

Dante stopped, looking at Khrae's back now, his mouth slightly ajar. "Skyfall?" he complained. "Why?!"

"Because our previous destination has been destroyed, and we have to go there anyway to speak with Lord V'lyn. I'd also like to know exactly what happened during his visit to Lethandrill that would leave him in such a state, what would cause the Steward to destroy his own city."

"Another meeting?!" Dante said, once more hurrying to catch up to the man. "Ugh, this clan business is soo boring! Plus, do you even realize how far away Skyfall is? It's a lot farther than where we just came from!"

Khrae turned slightly to face his student, truly amused for once, though the reaction remained hidden beneath his hood. "Oh? So you actually know something? Congratulations."

"I know plenty," Dante protested. "Like... like... Uhmm..." The boy paused, trying to think of something that would impress his mentor, but finding nothing.

"Nevertheless," Khrae continued, dismissing the previous conversation, "It's either a trip to Skyfall to speak with Lord V'lyn and find out what's going on, or we go meditate and train."

"Off to Skyfall!" Dante proclaimed, pointing down the road and beginning to run. Khrae simply shook his head, smiling with content beneath his hood as he continued walking, watching the boy gain distance ahead of him.