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Sariya Yotamaru

"I-I dance, and sing, for others."

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a character in “Abandoned In Amtophia”, as played by Mineczka

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"My. Aren't WE adorable?"




Name:
Sariya Imakuii Yotamaru

Nickname:
"Dancer" "The Pink blur"

Theme Music:
Ballade to Hope // Revo (Bravely Default)

Age:
35 (Looks about 19ish)

Gender:
"Really? You are asking this? Have you NOT seen me?"

Orientation:
"color=hotpink]To be honest. I do not mind either way. If you're cute, you're cute.[/color]"

Race:
(Not shown) Elf and human

Class:
Dancer

Sub-Class or Skills:
Musician and Artist. Yet, also currently a slave on the run.
Master of Song, If there is a song, she can sing it.
Detailed vision, she can see details in life that some avoid.
Body language, she can read body language.

Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral
"I go where I wish to. Sorry, dear."





Height:
~175 cm

Weight:
~57 Kg

Appearance:
Standing at a rather tall 175cm and a light 57 Kg, Sariya by no means is one whom can take out a lot of physical abuse. To be exact, because she is a dancer, Sariya relies on what her body gives her, speed, evasiveness, and agility. Though most know her for her pink hair and a slightly darker pink eye colour, which seems odd, but is normal for the flexible elf, which she's slightly smaller than the others in her race, since she bears a little human blood in her veins and all. Though don't let her soft body deceive you, she can lay on a good licking if needed.

Oddities:
Sariya usually is humming a song, almost uncannily flexible, and admittedly quick to blush.

Abilities:
Several Songspells and Dancespells. All do not deal damage, but just cause different status ailments.
Distract, Sariya can cause a enemy to become distracted, both making them lose a turn and makes them target her.
Advanced strike, Sariya quickly can deal a strike to the enemy before her allies.
(Passive)Quickstep, While Sariya is in battle, DEFESNE: She gains a evasion boost, ATTACK: Her attacks act like an advanced strike, and Quickstep nulls for some time.

Personal Items and Weapons:
Weapons wise, Sariya carries: (Subject to change)
A "Snake Sword" (It's a cross of a Sword and a Whip. Note: Look at Ivy from Soul Caliber)

Items wise: (Will be changing a lot)
Small rations of food and water
A picture of her family
A ring with a Dark red rose on it.





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Personality:
Believe it or not, under her flamboyant nature, Sariya is admittedly quite coy, she's shy and timid, but could switch herself to play a little with people. But in all honesty she doubts her own abilities as both a song singer and a dancer, which she takes to heart when she is practicing routines and songs. Though in the midst of a dance or song, Sariya removes her nervous feeling and looks happy in her work, entertaining both children and adults alike. Yet there is a side to Sariya which often goes unseen, Sariya may be a timid and coy person, but deep down there is fire. Though her patience lasts days in comparison, when it does finally run out, well, there's anger, and meltdowns, then there's Sariya and her nuclear explosions. Needless to say, Sariya is the last one one really wishes to anger, since she gets violent enough that she'd even kill one in a brutal manner. That's why the little dancer is hard to anger, because she knows she'd kill someone. But the pent up anger isn't of her own meaning, scarred from her years as a captured slave, she feels both a sense of urgency to flee when needed, and hods a deep seeded anger for the slaver, wanting him gone off the planet for good.

Bio:
Believe it or not, Sariya grew up in a small town outside the woods with her Elvish father and human mother, which was nice for her, since she enjoyed nature when she was young and growing up the people of her small town had enjoyed and accepted both her parents and her. The small village was a safe zone to her, since if there was anything going wrong where Sariya had to flee, said people would become a mad riot in a rush to aid the little Sariya from whatever was causing the disturbance. Though the protected times didn't last forever. As Sariya grew older, the townsfolk began to disappear, and soon Sariya was the last one as she knew of. Alone she began to adventure to a larger city, where things went south, as she went on her way in the city, dancing for a living which she had been doing since she was little, without her parents knowing. Granted the money she got was meager, but she lasted on it. Though someone offered her a ride to the city, which Sariya reluctantly took, not her best idea.

She awoke to something different, she was no longer free, instead, her arms and legs were bound and she had no way of getting out of the bindings or the area she was in. Thus Sariya put two and two together, she was a slave. Her hell had been realized since she was told her kind was being hunted for slaves, topping it off, she was a dancer, which after a friend found out, had said go for abhorrent amounts since they can entertain and usually look pretty. Sariya knew she had to escape, and fast. No attempt had been successful for the three years she had been with them, they kept her to entertain themselves with her songs, but grew bored after a while, and soon she was about to be put up for auction. Until, her lucky break had come. The careless man whom was getting a row to auction off didn't apply her bindings right, and she could get out of them, now was her hard part, the man was standing next to her, and after a small scuffle, she had gotten out though her amazing speed and agility, which has always been helpful to her when she had to flee. Finally, Sariya escaped and began her normal life again, still running from the slavers whom want a profit on her.





Likes:
+ Flowers
+ Fluffy things (Ex. Fluffy tails, animals, etc)
+ Going where she wishes
+ Singing and dancing
+ Being free.

Dislikes:
- Hecklers
- Slavers
- Bugs with lots of legs
- Violence against the innocent

Fears:
// Being taken again
// Loss of her allies
// Being unable to preform
// Large bugs





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Other:
Sariya loves being in the rain, and has minor insomnia.





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So begins...

Sariya Yotamaru's Story

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru

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"Oh my, There seems to be some fun going on"


It was a nice day in the forest as Sariya moved on, she was going to a different town, with a small caravan, singing songs and seemingly having fun. Though something caught her off guard, someone running being followed, knowing the reason, Sariya got up from the back of the wagon she had been sitting on and singing from, and in pirsuit with the slavers, which she kept pace with, she was a fast person, but she couldn't keep up with the horsemen whom were way ahead of her, soon they had stopped, and Sariya saw the slave fighting back and proceeded to sing, it as a few notes that were sung, but it caused a disturbance to the other slavers,

"Well, hello there, you boys want to have some fun?" she said with a flirtatious tone as she made an attempt to look as attractive as she possibly could, hilt of her snake blade in her hand ready to draw in case the violence spread to her, she knew she had charmed a few of them to her, which would lead to her springing her trap, though it was a snake blade, she had spread the other parts of the sword around her to immobilize the enemy.

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru

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Cardista watched the flash of movement from over in the stranger's direction. Hearing the yells of pain and crashing of the tree branch she worried for a moment for the stranger's safety. Her view was very limited due to the thick forest growth between them. Concerned she grabbed her gear and hopped down gracefully from the perch in the tree, landing in a crouching position on her legs. Her long feline ears twitched upward as she listened to the sounds of fighting from across the road. She slank closer to the commotion, almost at a crawl, pulling an arrow from her quiver and readying her bow. She was within a stone's throw and had a clearer view when she heard the other woman now helping as well. Continuing to keep low, she wasn't entirely sure if this woman was friend of foe yet, having also been suspicious of magic wielders.
At this she could help but smirk to herself some with the triumphant thought, that was another thing she remembered. This was short lived and her cherry lips pressed back into a hard line as she trying to take aim at what looked like a slaver. Though he seemed petrified in place.

"Magic...?"
She mumbled this to herself in a half amazed way. As she drew back the bow aiming the tip of the arrow at dead center of the frozen slaver's head. Letting the bowstring go loose, the arrow flew out, spinning so fast the fletchings looks like a blur of brown. The arrow had already dug deep into the man's temple as she was readied the next arrow.

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru

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The commander cared not that his little force had been taken by some enchantress. His helmet protected him from such magics, and he would be sure to deal with her later. Now, however, he had to deal with this half-dragon he wouldn't even be kind enough to put on the block. Then, he would open the mines back up just in spite of the half-dragon's little rebellion.

Tollun charged the until the sword in his left hand clashed with the blade and shield of his armored foe. With the stick in his right hand, he smashed the commander across the helmet, making the man back of as the helmet upon his head rang. Tollun took this moment to charge his opponent again, this time with both his arms' worth of strength. The commanders shield and Tollun's sword shattered under the might of Tollun's rage, still growing heavily.

With a monstrous roar, Tollun smashed the commander in the gut and lifted him, armor and all, clear over Tollun's head as if it was nothing. As Tollun spun around, the commander managed to muster the strength to roll away and armbar Tollun, causing the half-dragon to fall to the ground. Flipping up from his position, Tollun barely dodged the commander's sword as the commander stuck his weapon into the ground, realizing his mistake as he tugged to pull his weapon out of the ground, and he couldn't. Before he knew it, he was hit with a punch so hard that the distinct cracking of the commander's neck could be heard.

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru

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Sariya smiled as her binding trap worked as she put another songspell on the men. This time, there were two songs and with two effects, one was a sleep song, and the other was to paralyze the men. She sighed, the caravan was off now, knowing what had happened and she could only hope that they were going to have guards come around and assist in the men. She looked at the captain slaver and debated, should she engage, but something else caught her eye, which was an arrow darting across the small area and into one man and she looked at the next arrow head, "Oh, good. I have an ally here whom got involved. Don't worry about the other men in this band, they're under a couple of songspells, and are no threat now" she said with her snake sword coming back together and forming a blade, though she kept a part of her gaze on the battle between the slaver and the one in the bushes, the little dancer was unable to take much of a hit from either.

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru

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Relaxing the string on her bow, Cardista poked her head up from the brush she had been hiding out in. Her ear still perked upwards as she continued to listen for anymore of a threat. Not seeing anyone else but the half dragon and the magic lady, she let her guard down. Tucking her arrow back in it's quiver, she straightened her stance allowing full view of her petite frame as she came out to where all the slavers lay dead or paralyzed on the ground all around.
"It...Is safe...Now?"
She didn't really feel threatened by either of the two and made way over the slaver she had shot in the head, giving him a little poke with the end of her bow just to make sure he was dead. Jumping backwards imidiately after her intial poke, expecting him to jump up and try to grab at her. Of course this didn't happen.
"Oh he is very dead...Did you not want them dead?"
She looked to the woman arching her brow high not sure why she wouldn't just slice all their throats and then over to the half dragon. Having never seen a half-dragon to the best of her current knowledge, she was more than curious as as she slowly stepped over to him staring up in awe of his towering height, cocking her head to the side her thick mane of fiery hair cascading over her right shoulder. She turned back to woman to give her an appraisal to, and was surprise to notice her elf like ears. Both were extremely interesting to her.

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru

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"Why would you not want them dead?" Tollun said as he pulled the commander's sword out of the ground, using it as a crutch to get over to the two ladies standing before him. He could feel the pain of the wound at his side spiking again. At least it wasn't bleeding.

"They ran the iron mines nor far from the border to Crystalden's forest. It was the worst place to be a slave in all the kingdoms because of the cruelty of the guards. Are those the type of men you want to walk around, who value anything other than pure human as slaves, and even many fellow humans? How would you two know what they did? You weren't there." Tollun spoke as he was hobbling over, his voice a mix of passion and rage, with a deep dragon-like sound to it.

His shirt had a hole through the front and back that exposed an arrow sized wound from when the whole engagement first began. His pants were ripped and old, made of burlap. He wore no form of shoes, his scaled and clawed feet do just fine without them, his hands much like his feet. On both, the scales stopped at the first real connection to the body, the elbows and knees. Tollun's head lacked hair, having scales where the base of his hair should be, which led down his spine and behind his shirt.

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru

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Sariya smiled at the neko as she rose, she was admittedly fond of cats as they amused her and this one was no acceptation as she poked the obviously dead body and leap back like it had moved, though she looked at the half-dragon and sighed, it wasn't something he said, well, fully, it was more of his injuries, she walked lightly to him and looked at his wound, "Stay still. I'm going to help your wound." she said as she knelt and looked at the injury and the bleeding. It wasn't a scratch as some would say, especially black knights, but she looked at the dragon and spoke, her tone sounding gentle and motherly, though deep down she was nervous about them, "Are you okay with me helping you? I have a few Songspells that heal some injuries." Ignoring the question about the slaves dead and all, Sariya wasn't much of the killing type, unless the danger presented itself, though she did answer finally, with a sigh,

"I didn't want them dead, I know they are guilty, but I cannot see the justification in my mind to kill them"

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru

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The tone in Tullun's voice spooked Cardista causing her to inch back from this giant creature again. "But..Slaver are bad...?" Her common wasn't the best and had a very exotic tone to it. Her eyes looked questioning to Sariya as she watched her come to the aid of the dragon.
She moved back behind the woman in a slight cower, her bushy tail held low as she peek around the left of the half elf's slender form at Tullun. Personal space isn't a well known concept to nekos and this was quite evident as she placed her tiny hands against the small of Sariya's back to keep steady.

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru Character Portrait: Revik Howster

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Revik

Revik walked along the brown dirt path in the thick of the forest, grey clouds gloomily hanging overhead. Back at port the rain was still pouring after well over a week's time, the crew unable to set sail until the storm settled. Having been stuck at the port for long enough he grew much too bored of just sitting around waiting for the rain to end so he had set out looking for something to do to kill the time. It seemed that the rain was letting up further inland which was where he was headed.
At the very least the weather isn't completely abysmal here. He was lost in his thoughts as he moved forward when something brought him back to reality.

Up ahead were sounds of combat. He felt the excitement in his bones as he picked up the pace towards the battle, the possibility of pulling himself out of this state of fatigued melancholy by getting to practice his moves in real combat again pleasing him greatly. As he drew closer he got to see the scene before him a bit better. A group of men who all bore the mark of a slaver group he's heard of were engaged with a couple of people or so. The men weren't part of the same group that personally wronged him but that made didn't make them any better in his eyes. He was pretty much up and ready to head in and bash some heads when he caught sight of the woman standing amongst the slavers.


She was quite a beautiful sight indeed. Her lithe body, graceful movements and soft, charming face were far superior to any of the women he'd had run into at the bars and brothels he's seen in his travels. Catching sight of her made his blood boil with vigor, his stride now a power walk just short of actually jogging to the scene. By the time he got there however there was no more fighting, just a bunch of slavers standing there as though entranced while two other characters came into view.
A lovely cat girl and strangely enough a draconic looking fellow. Though the draconic looking guy was interesting given the reputation of Draconics he was obviously far more interested in the two women.

Getting into speaking range he took another look at the scene around him again. A few slavers dead, most of them seemingly ensorcelled while the three spoke amongst themselves. He was disappointed. Oh well, that's magic for 'ya. Sucks the fun out of everything. With that thought he gave a heavy sigh before stepping up to the group. "Hail!" He greeted them all quite loudly whilst stepping over a sleeping slaver. As he got a closer he noticed the beautiful woman had elven ears. It started to make sense to him. He hadn't seen very many elves and the elven women he had seen before were all far more attractive than most human women.


"Good to meet you all." Now that he was within ten paces he brought his voice down to about a room conversation volume. "And a special honor to meet one as beautiful as yourself." In an effort to come off as polite and charming he came up to about two arms length away from the elven lady and bowed deeply, one arm across his chest as was formal for a bow. He leaned back up after the bow and took a quick look back at the slavers littering his proximity before looking back toward her.
"I see you handle yourself pretty well out on the road. Still, there are plenty more rough characters out there. I'd be more than happy to help with whatever you need."

He held out his hand to shake hers with, his metal cestus covered with nicks and dents from battle even despite his best attempts to keep it properly maintained. "Before I forget my manners please allow me to introduce myself.
I am Revik Howster, Weapon Master of the Cestus. It is a pleasure to meet you miss...?" He left the end of his sentence open for her to fill in as he waited to shake hands.

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru Character Portrait: Revik Howster

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Tollun was about ready to explain why the slavers didn't deserve to live when the helmeted man spoke. Tollun swung around, now able to hold himself and the sword up. After a moment of pointing the blade at the new comer, Tollun relaxed. He then turned back to the woman who offered her magic to heal his wound.

"Time is all I need." Tollun stated. He then watched this Revik as he went about introducing himself. Something seemed off to Tollun, something about this strange "Weapon Master." He simply stood silently watching with his piercing draconic eyes.

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru Character Portrait: Revik Howster

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Sariya was going to treat Tollun, until both Tollun said that time was going to heal him better and a second man came up, particularly talking to her and complementing her, which the dancer blushed quite some bit from actually, but to her, blushing was absolutely normal. Still, as the man layed on the complements, Sariya blushed and listened, then he introduced himself, Revik Howster, that's a name, a-and he also has the manners to introduce himself before asking my name. Seems like a nice person... I hope She thought as she still timidly stood there blushing before finally speaking, her air of coyness and security having been shattered by the complements, "N-nice to meet you Revik, and the others, M-my name is Sariya Yotamaru, Singer and Dancer, a-and master of the Snake Sword..." She sounded almost like a broken record as she spoke, but there was a difference in her having issues, and her nervousness, she just was really flustered and nervous of the new man and his complements.

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru Character Portrait: Revik Howster

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Revik

So it seemed his words worked like a charm as the girl started blushing before introducing herself, stammering as she spoke. Having known women of many sorts before he could tell she was the inexperience sort given her adorably innocent nature. Well, I'm doing well so far. It'd be a shame to let up on the charm after such a strong start. He set his resolve towards wooing the elven dancer. She did interest him in another manner however as she stated that she was a master of the snake sword. Being a seasoned warrior who's seen little to no shortage of fighters in his days of adventuring he could tell just from her stance that she did have a martial side to her. Being a dancer it took him a bit longer to pick up on that than it normally would have since her movements definitely blended dancing and combat together. Fighting was not too much different from dancing as there was a definite rhythm to combat that those who have practiced it sooner or later pick up on.

He noticed his hand was left hanging, she apparently forgot he extended it in greeting. With a short chuckle of bemusement at her current state of fluster he walked up into arms reach and gave her a soft pat on the shoulder, making sure to be gentle with her since he knew he could sometimes be a little unintentionally rough. He made sure to keep in mind the fact that he was with a lady, not the rowdy tough pirate pals he would occasionally rough up, all in good humor of course. "A master of the snake sword eh? Now color me pink, that is a fancy weapon indeed! I'm somewhat of a weapon fancier and I haven't seen too many people master that particular style of weapon. Maybe some time you could show me a few of your techniques." He flirted quite warmly with her, talking about something he did appreciate while hopefully engaging something that possibly interested her. After all, very few people dedicate enough training to a weapon to call themselves masters without developing at least a mild interest in their art.


He took a moment to address the reptilian man who had brandished a sword towards him earlier, looking his direction only for long enough to speak. "There's no real need for hostility, I ain't here to hurt you fine folk. You ever want to have a go though, well... I've rarely turned a good scrap down so far." He figured he'd face the issue head on rather than let the man stew on whatever was bugging him. In a sense, he almost wanted to fight if only to show off his skills to the ladies. Either which way, this disappointing loss of a chance to beat down some slavers was quickly turning into one heck of a good day for him.

He turned to the cat girl, not wanting to ignore her since he already addressed the elf and the draconic. She was a real cutie, not too far off from the Elf in terms of looks but he was a bit hesitant to try and win her heart over too since neko's had a reputation of being 'a bit clingy' as some would put it lightly. Still, he was a man and the man code was ironclad. He took a quick look over at the dead slavers who had taken arrows to the head. He could use a bow competently enough but he was willing to admit that he wouldn't be able to land shots quite so accurately like that. "You got quite the fine sharp shooting with that there bow if I do say so myself." He was speaking more in a casual friendly manner like buddies would talk, less flirtatious than how he was with Sariya. With that said he stuck out his metal gloved hand to shake hands with the feline bombshell.
"How do 'ya do, miss...?" Like last time he left room for her to introduce herself but he was much more informal, both because he knew nekos typically weren't quite as formal themselves and also because he was less driven to charm her, treating her like he would a good friend he just met rather than the girl he truly desired.

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru Character Portrait: Revik Howster

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Cardista released the the light hold she had on Sariya's backside. She wasn't quite sure of this new man. He didn't seem like a threat yet so she inched a little closer to check out his glove more then his hand itself. What a fascinating dressing it was indeed. Being as tiny as she was it really didn't take much for her to lean her face mere inches away as those watery pools of green and blue appraised over the metal man's hand. She wasn't accustomed to seeing armor, well at least as complex as his. When he did address her, a smile perched high on the corners of her soft lips, and she grasped both sides of his hand with both hers giving it a ginger little shake.
"I am Cardista...I have hunted since I was small child."
It took a brief time for her process exactly what he was asking, since again common tongue wasn't her strong suit. She released her grasp after stroking the warm metal of the glove from the wrist down the length of his strong hand with the very tips of tapered fingers. Shooting him one last cheshire grin, she backed away. All the body language was there to clearly show his true interest was in the dancing elf girl. She looked back up at Sayira's lithe towering form and gave her a good once over. She had to admit that she was more than pleasant, even for a magic user.
"Dueling the injured...Not fair though?"
In more of a protective way she made way over to the dragon man, her body language much more relaxed now towards him. Her high hips giving the most exaggerated sways with each step. This normally could be taken as a seductive trot, but in reality she was trying to seem more menacing to the metal man over the idea of fighting just to show off. She was more indebted to Tollun than anyone else there. Besides that, she admired the sheer mass of his strong frame. He had been clearly mistreated, and knocked around more than a few times. Now especially, he looked exhausted from what she could only assume was his lengthy escape. Through all that he was still standing ready to fight this newcomer. This she admired. She coed softly to him as she lay her hands up on the back of his own that held the sword's grip so tightly.
"Sh...Now you need rest. Restore strength before battling again."
Glancing over the men still littering the ground and back to his ragged attire
"Would you like pants? Pointing to the men, she vigorous shook her head, giving her red tresses a wild whipping about. It was easy to tell that had not come out the way she had intended it to.
"Ah....er...To try...to hide the slave clothes?"

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru Character Portrait: Revik Howster

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There was something about Revik that still bothered Tollun. He was just too formal. Too high class seeming. It just put Tollun off.

His gave hadn't shifted until Cardista moved. Her movements looked seductive, but they didn't feel like that was what they were intended to be. When she asked about the duel being not fair, Tollun stated "This is about as fair as he can get it. Dragons are far from weak, and I have inherited a level of their strength. Even tired and in pain, one human is little more than a light challenge." The way Tollun spoke was more like stating facts than issuing dares of combat, like a teacher talking about battle.

Cardista then told Tollun he needed rest and asked, with a small mistake in wording, whether or not he would like some newer pants. With a small chuckle to himself, Tollun spoke again, "It is anger which tires me. I need little rest at the moment, just some time being calm. And I am fine in the clothes I wear. I would rather not carry the memories that are dawned upon the armor those men wear."

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru Character Portrait: Revik Howster

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Even if it was a small chuckle, it brought a glint of hope to Card's eyes. Giving his hand a small pat, she nodded understanding why he would not want to dawn the clothing of those sort.
"Rest with me? Calm will come with that."
She motioned over to the closest tree hoping he would get the hint to sit a while. Tugging at the seam of his ragged shirt, she then skipped over the base of the tree. Here, she more or less let her body fall backwards to a sitting position, her back resting up against trunk, circling her tail up around her legs. Patting the ground beside her it was pretty clear she wasn't giving him much of an option.

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru Character Portrait: Revik Howster

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Sariya looked aside, mumbling "I'm not all that great with it...." in a hushed tone, she felt like she wasn't great with her snake sword, at least, in her eyes, while with her skill with said snake sword was great, since she learned from a master as she recalled, since she had no idea how she picked up the weapon and could use it with ease. Yet she spoke again with a less timid, but soft tone to Tollun and Cardista, "If you think it'd help, I could sing a song to both entertain and calm. At least, it usually calms those whom are weary" she said thinking of the song, it was mostly elvish and required instrumental accompaniment, which was particularly for the first part, but the second part was elvish, allowing the half-elf to sing her native tongue, which along with her native tongue she could speak most languages, needless to say, Sariya knew lots of languages from her songs and her brief travels, taking a month to learn a majority of the language. Though she wasn't perfect, she could at least hold an okay conversation with those she needed to.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru Character Portrait: Revik Howster Character Portrait: Remeil Fado

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Remiel found himself at the edge of a forest he didn't recognize. "Just need to keep moving...." he muttered to himself aloud. Glancing down at his blood stained hands. "Can't let them find me.." His escape from his master had not been with out difficulty many guards had tried to stop him from freeing the others and Remiel had be forced to kill several of them. Someone must have gotten a lucky hit in as he tried to escape a fresh cut beneath his ribs was letting a small amount of blood escape. 'damn.'

With no where to go or any idea where he was he decided he should just continue to run. Pushing through the forest making sure to stay away from any type of main road. In the distance he heard people talking in the direction he was heading. He quickly darted behind a tree hoping he hadn't been seen. He winced as he quickly held his side trying to keep the bleeding down.

Slowly he moved closer weary about the people before him. He wasn't sure if they were guards searching for him but he didn't feel like risking getting seen. Trying his best to keep himself silent he finally got close enough to make out the small group of four. They seemed to just have finished dealing with slavers themselves, judging from the bodies. 'I shouldn't get involved with them' he thought and quickly tried to move around the group. But his size betrayed him and branch snapped under his weight.

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru Character Portrait: Revik Howster Character Portrait: Remeil Fado

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"I don't take magic well." Tollun said, even though he had been alluding to it a couple of times. It had to do something with dragon scales, but magic just seemed to disperse over them, which wasn't always a bad thing for those who wielded it as a weapon, but made more complex magics nearly impossible on Tollun.

Tollun then began walking to the spot that Cardista sat down at. She didn't look like she would stop until Tollun had sat down for a while. About halfway through his walk, a twig snapped. Tollun instantly stood perfectly straight up, his head facing the direction of the sound. He slowly walked towards the origin of the sound, silently staring in the direction of the sound.

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru Character Portrait: Revik Howster Character Portrait: Remeil Fado

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The loud crashing of the branch shattered the attempt to have Tollun to join her by the tree. Cardista shot straight up from the ground, her ears twitching upwards and her tail all a fluff. Wasting little time readying her bow and she took aim in the direction of the fallen limb. She was a little more than upset, causing her to narrowing her sight as she marched toward the distraction. She could not help but let out a small hiss while speaking.
"Who is there?!....Friend or foe?!"

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru Character Portrait: Revik Howster Character Portrait: Remeil Fado

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Remiel froze for a second thinking about his next move. 'We're they hostile or just scared much like myself....?' Slowly he began to reach for his sword but ultimately decided against it. He raised both hands as he step out from behind a tree. Blood began to pour slowly from his wound once again. "Don't shoot." He was now able to view the whole group. A Dragonkin stood not very far from him. Not someone he really wanted to try and fight in a test of strength but would if provoked. Next he took note of the Neko aiming the arrow straight at him. Most would be entranced by her beauty but Remiel was smarter then to be duped by a pretty face, all Neko's have claws and speed to use them. Then he turned his gaze to a what Remiel assumed was human who looks like he had seen a few fights in his time. Finally he saw a young elfish woman who wore an elegant attire not suited for combat. His eyes dart back in forth between the forth wondering if they would attack or leave.

"Lower your bow......please." He was trying to seem less threatening but his voice came off cold and ruthless. Adrenalin was causing his heart to pump unusually fast in his chest, suddenly his vision began to blur slightly and his legs shook. 'was the blade of that guard laced in poison....damn.' he thought to himself. It wouldn't be enough to kill him but would cause paralysis soon for a few hours. All the running Remiel did just pushed it through his veins faster.

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru Character Portrait: Revik Howster Character Portrait: Remeil Fado

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Seeing the hands of this man raised above his head, Card sighed with relief at the fact he was not another on of those damned slavers. Slowly pointing the bow downward she eased back the tension on the string, before tucking the arrow back into it's quiver. While slinging the bow back on her shoulder, she inched closer to the man. Keeping her pace slow she began to circle him before deciding for herself if he was a threat or not...After making a full round she stopped less then inches in front of him. Placing her hands to rest on her shapely little hips she looked up at his face as if in deep thought. Having made her conclusion of this fellow she shot him a warm smile.

"You are hurt too? Come and rest too. Maybe Sariya heal."

It sounded as if she was inviting an old friend in for tea. This was because she had noticed a huge sword on him, yet he chose not to pull it out. This meant he was not an immediate threat and if she didn't feel threatened, Cardista would treat anyone kindly. Turning on the heals of her boots she made way back over to Tollun resuming the soft tugging at the seam of his shirt towards the spot she had originally picked for him to rest at.

"Rest now please...."

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru Character Portrait: Revik Howster Character Portrait: Remeil Fado

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When the new man showed himself, Tollun began to relax. His hands where in the air and he wielded no weapon. Anything he had was in whatever place it was meant to be stored, something that told Tollun that this man did not mean him harm.

Turning, Tollun moved back to where Cardista had been sitting. She had already begun to tug on his shirt again, aking him to rest. Tollun didn't know many people who were so instant on forcing others to rest. Most would have tried to get to a nearby town or settlement in the hopes that they could be safe there, as they had just survived a slaver attack party.

Oh well. Tollun thought. He followed the tugging until he was at the tree. Putting one hand out behind him, Tollun dug his clawed, scaled fingers into the tree. As he slowly lowered his body, his fingers left definite scratch marks in the tree, only be removed once he sat down.

He knew it was a bad idea to sit down. Tollun had just known it, but he had nothing to back it up with and someone who was intent on getting him to sit. As Tollun sat in place, his eyes began to clicker open and closed as he struggled to stay awake. Now that he had started to rest, his body screamed only for the fullest type of rest, sleep.

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru Character Portrait: Revik Howster Character Portrait: Remeil Fado

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Cardista decidedly went off and decided to play with her new friend, giving him quite the show as she seemingly sauntered on her way. Before he could respond to her question regarding what he said earlier to the draconic the very guy she was talking about went ahead and called him a light challenge in a roundabout way. The way the draconic phrased his words was not in a very aggressive manner but it didn't a very aggressive manner to get Revik into a fighting mood. Even still, Cardista probably saved the man from a fight since she did have a point. The guy was injured and regardless of how tough he thought himself an injured man wouldn't be a very satisfying duel, even if it was a dragon blooded man. After all, he's fought a few draconics on his travels and despite their battle worthy gear they still got knocked out like the rest. He didn't need to prove to himself he could take a cut up battle worn draconic man with nothing on. He also didn't think the fair women of their company would much appreciate it either.

Before he could retort however the snapping of a branch alerted him to another presence. He looked out but one of the few downsides to his helmet was that it limited his vision to some extent. Before he could get his hopes up the intruder was just another slave from the looks of it, a larger one who seemed to have more wounds than the draconic. Given the number of slavers that were here he put two and two together, coming to the conclusion that there was likely a slaver camp nearby. Now he felt torn.

Do I go and indulge myself in beating a bunch of slavers to a pulp or do I stay here with Sariya? Suddenly a separate realization popped into his head. Most of the slavers here weren't dead, just entranced. He looked over at her as she was offering to demonstrate a dance of hers, something he'd be more than happy to see but would have to wait until his concern regarding the slavers was answered. "Hey Sariya? Not that I wish to interrupt you but um... How long does that particular spell you've got these here slavers under last?" He addressed the question while the draconian and Cardista lounged around a tree, the escaped slave apparently not doing too well it seemed. One issue at a time...

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru Character Portrait: Revik Howster Character Portrait: Remeil Fado

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Sariya glanced at Revik, "Well. I have them on two spells, one put them to sleep as you see, the other songspell paralyzed them, that one lasts much longer than the sleep." she replied before looking at the man Cardista called out, he was injured and could use her help healing him. Sariya smiled as she gracefully moved her way over to him and bowed slightly, "Don't worry, I'll heal your injuries to an extent, if it's minor, I can heal it." she said with a gentle tone, she had nothing that'd heal major injuries, at least, as far as she knew. Though he seemed cold and hostile to them, when she guessed, since it was common, he was fleeing from slavers rather than gunning for them, she felt like she could trust the man, at least, he wasn't a slaver which would keep all of them safe. Though Sariya stretched, which in that second unintentionally showed the full parts to her pointed ears, though she kept a kind gaze on the new man, to make sure he didn't do anything.

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Character Portrait: Tollun Peert Character Portrait: Cardista Willowlore Character Portrait: Sariya Yotamaru Character Portrait: Revik Howster Character Portrait: Remeil Fado

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Remeil watched the group for just a moment before heading over to the Elfish girl who said she could heal only minor wounds.A numbing sensation went through his leg but it was nothing he couldn't push through. "It's just a small cut here." He motioned to the bleeding wound with his burnt arm. "The blade was coated in a Paralysis potion." Though his vision was blurred he realized he had been staring at the elf girls ears, once it had occurred to him that he was he quickly looked down at the ground before sitting down. A aura of unease came over Remeil, he was still unsure if he could trust this people. Every single person here could just turn on him and return him to his master, and in the state he was in there was no way he could fight all of them. Trying to shake off the unease feeling looked up at the elf and the human wearing the helmet "I'm Remeil Fado."