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Sylphine Mistral

"Let's go. It should be smooth flying from here on out."

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a character in “Adventures in Galderia”, originally authored by Nightblazer, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name: Sylphine Mistral
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Profession: Travelling bird tamer

Description: Long, green hair (she insists it isn't dyed) and emerald green eyes. It's not quite apparent in the picture, but there are crests in her eyes shaped like four-armed cyclones which flash when she's using her abilities. Other than that, has a somewhat shapely, slender body and stands at 5' 3", but her muscle build is very poor.

Personality: Easy-going and calm. Daydreams frequently, and seems to have a very low attention span on lazy sunny afternoons. Forgets to address other people with proper formalities frequently, but other than that, is still rather polite and gentle. She is bisexual.

In battle, Sylphine keeps her cool and is much more focused. Always is mindful of her own weaknesses, but still tries to ensure the safety of her comrades first, even if she's the weakest one among them.

Also, expect her to get uncharacteristically defensive and flustered if you bring up the bunny doll in her coat's left pocket.

History: Hailing from a forest-covered valley shrouded in mist far to the west, Sylphine Mistral led a rather comfortable and peaceful life. Just like the other people in her village, who believe in living in harmony with the environment and protecting their land alongside nature, she trains with an animal familiar to become stronger everyday. Unfortunately, their progress towards unlocking the true power of her familiar isn't going very quickly. As such, Sylphine left her village to traverse the land, in order to strengthen herself and her partner, Pirika, and their bond between each other, so that they can become strong enough to reach that stage.

Inventory/Equipment: Her clothes consist of a very loose brown coat that goes past her waist, a black undershirt, a long white sleeveless shirt with blue straps, black shorts, and brown sandals that extend halfway up her calves. She also has several pieces of silver jewelry, all depicting the same crest that is reflected in her eyes. Her wrists are covered by dark brown sleeves, and there is a brown belt around her waist. Oh, and then there's that yellow bunny doll in her pocket...

Special Traits:
-Bird Familiar: As a tamer, Sylphine can communicate with animals like she could ordinary people. However, at the age of 10, all people from her home are given an animal as a partner, whom they will develop a mental and emotional link with, and share their power with.

Sylphine's partner is a small green-feathered bird named Pirika. Despite her small size, Pirika is very fast and agile, and Sylphine's wind magic can augment her speed even further, so she can assail targets from above and dodge nearly any counterattack. Her attacks involve slashing adversaries with blades of air generated from her wings or beak--wing attacks are weaker, but have longer range, while beak attacks are strictly close range.

With their mental link, Sylphine and Pirika coordinate their attacks to further weaken the opponent by aiming for blind spots whenever they can, and the fact that there are two of them helps them find such weak spots more easily. Between the two of them, their magic pool is much larger, so Sylphine can use her magic much more frequently with Pirika's help.

Also, Pirika has another form in which she becomes large enough for Sylphine to ride and has a dramatic power increase, but the transformation requires a catalyst which the duo currently lacks, as well as a strong bond between the two. 6 years apparently wasn't enough for that...

-Wind Magic: This is Sylphine's main forte. She is able to spontaneously attack with powerful gusts of wind or blasts of pressurized air, able to throw even boulders of 3/4 her weight off-course with the help of her staff and her familiar. She can also use her abilities to fly or increase her speed greatly.

Of course, she's always mindful of using too much energy, so don't expect her to start throwing hurricanes around casually. Usually, her "attacks" are used more to redirect and deflect the opponent's attacks so that they exhaust themselves by the time she goes in for her finishing move.

-Gale Staff: Sylphine's weapon of choice is an ornate white staff, which is just a bit taller than she is and has an emerald set in its head. Save for the crystal, the staff is actually made of chiseled wood from her birthplace, and normally would be very fragile as such compared to most staffs. However, the wood has been enchanted so that it is more durable than its material and weight would normally allow for, so she can use it to defend herself if an opponent gets too close--even steel does not cut through it. Its primary purpose, of course, is to augment her wind magic, and wielding it multiplies her power around 1.5 times.

The staff seems to appear and disappear whenever she wills it to, accompanied by swirling winds and fragments of green light. While she swings it around, you can hear wind whistling through the spiderweb-like design at the top.

-Zephyr Charms: The many articles of jewelry on Sylphine's body, as well as on Pirika's chest, are also enchanted to protect the wearers. These charms create a sheath of air half an inch off Sylphine's skin, and an eighth of an inch off Pirika. Their protection is not quite as strong as either wearer's magic, but they can lessen the damage from attacks directed towards them, physical or magical. The charms also can lessen the effects of magical curses on Sylphine and Pirika. Because Pirika is dramatically smaller than Sylphine (for the moment), she needs fewer charms to protect her.

So begins...

Sylphine Mistral's Story

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Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter
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#, as written by Wake
Bliston sighed in annoyance. Well, so far this wasn't the most charming of prospects. But he had made the time to come this far so it wouldn't do to back out on this job already just because of a few grievances on the initial outset. He had be able to make do with less, and hopefully this lot would prove more competent than the impressions given.

He looked down over at the green haired new comer. She looked... small. And frail. Truthfully he thought her the least likely to be of any use. The gnome at least, by virtue of what he knew of them, might posses some magical talent and be potentially old enough to have experience in it. But he had yet to see anything of this child that spoke of the same. In his eyes she reeked of untested mettle.

"It might not be my place to say," Bliston said to her as he started to walk past her. "But you should go home girl. This venture is going to be too dangerous for the likes of children." He briefly directed a stare at the back of the farm boy, but made no other attempt to make that sound outwardly accusing. Simply, he was stating his thoughts on the matter and nothing more as he strode away.

He walked a little ways a head the group at large, already capable of seeing the castle in the distance and finding himself able to navigate his way there on his own. He was going to need to visit the palace anyways in order to iron out the details for this contract and see exactly what it was that he was getting into.

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Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter
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Lara joined the group and smiled to Kamlin as she said, "Thank you for letting me go with you. Honestly I've never been in a fight, but I have training and my services as a healer will be more valuable. Actually, the sight of blood makes me dizzy, but this journey will change that I'm sure."

As she walked with the group she kept a distance from Bliston. This was the first time Lara had seen a Daemon before. The stories she had heard of them made Lara uneasy, but she fought to keep a strong demeanor in Bliston's presence. She walked close to Kamlin and dangled her hand against the mace on her belt. As she walked her mind went to Iator and glanced in his direction a few times, but she couldn't help it. This was Lara's first time being in such odd company, Sylphine and her bird had also caught Lara's eye. Overall Lara enjoyed the company of her new comrades, but couldn't find the confidence to speak to any of them except Kamlin. He was a Guard Captain and that made her feel safe talking to him.

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Kamlin

The Captain eyed the girl as she walked next to him. "You know, this is a dangerous quest. A dragon is no small beast and combat with it will likely be deadly. Are you sure you want to put yourself at that kind of risk?" He looked at the others, foolhardy, veterans, brave. Except for the younger members, this group looked combat worthy, the young priestess didn't really fit in at all.

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Day 1

The daemon's comment made the girl bristle slightly, but she forced herself to keep a calm face. "I appreciate your concern, sir," she replied, doing her best to kill any sarcasm in her voice, "but I assure you, I...we won't be a burden upon you at all. I very well might be the youngest person here, and my body might look frail, but I'm still useful. My partner and I can pull our own weight." A bit belatedly, she realized that the daemon was already walking away. "Wait, are you even listening t-ugh, he's already too far away."

Great. Next you'll be talking about how you can take the dragon on solo, Pirika thought, rolling her eyes.

You know, it's times like this that I wish I could just mute you out whenever I pleased. The girl turned to the guard, still keeping her voice as respectful as possible. "And I'm aware how dangerous the dragon could be, sir. But I'm still willing to take the risk. And finally, this most likely sounds cliche, pointless, and exaggerated, but...I want to do this for-" Here she gestured at herself and the bird on her shoulder. "-our very existences as tamer and familiar."

The green-haired maiden didn't think anyone would believe it if she tried to elaborate why their "existences" depended on this journey, especially because her reasoning was still based completely on her own intuition. So instead, she just finished, "I think I've gotten across everything I can convey with words. Do you still want anything else from me?"

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The Paladin listened closely to the girl's reasons for wanting to join this quest. Taethion supposes those reasons make some sort of sense, but the girl seemed unsure herself as to why she wishes to do this. Although her final reason had the most resonance within the Paladin's mind, as he could relate. She wants to test herself and become stronger, which was something he strived to do himself when he was young. He recalled his many training sessions with Grandfather Quincy, and often he would pester him for a true test of his skill. More than not, he would deny him, saying that seeking conflict where there is none is foolish. Still, he can expect her bravery for volunteering, most people wouldn't waste their time doing even that. Then Bliston appeared and spoke his thoughts on the matter. As much he didn't want to admit it, he was correct, and Taethion felt similar.

This quest will be absolutely perilous and everyone here might not survive it...including him. Yet the Green-Haired Girl surprised him with her determination as Bliston's words didn't seem to deter her. This brought a small smile to Taethion's face but was it really his place to allow her on this quest? Well, it seems the King is accepting just about anyone to kill this Dragon, a sign of desperate times to be sure. It seems she has finished speaking her piece, and while Taethion in not sure about what she can do to help, it would seem she is alluding to some hidden power. "I am impressed that you held your ground against Bliston, most people would have been easily intimidated by him." "Maybe you are brave enough to face what we face, although I am not sure if I could recruit you, but I suppose that doesn't matter, considering the Kingdom is accepting any and all volunteers." "In the end it is your decision and while I believe it may not be wise, I will not object to it and will welcome you to the party." Taethion finished speaking on the matter. He wasn't sure quite what he was saying but something about the girl's words made him hopeful. Yet, he would keep a watchful eye on her, after all Paladins are there to help.

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"This is the farthest I've been from home and yes I'm scared, but no matter the risk, I have to do this for my order." Lara said as her smile faded.

"My order has given me a list of locations that they want me to stop at along the way and places where we may stay with meals included. If we happen to pass through any of these towns or villages I will let the group know. I may not be a veteran warrior, but I can still make a difference."

Lara waited for the Captain's response, but continued walking with the group. She had been successful in showing no fear over fighting the dragon so far, now she grew quiet and held tightly to her mace.

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Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter
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Kamlin

They arrived in the Castle proper and were left to their own devices for an hour or two whilst Kam saw to their supplies. Those that had the need were welcome to feast in the dining hall while anyone else was able to see to their affairs around the town. Kam made sure that there were enough horses for those who would ride, getting a pony for the gnome and no steed at all for Bliston. When the wagon had been partially filled with rations, bedrolls, and standard adventuring tools, Kamlin returned and gathered the party.

"I want to personally thank each and every one of you for your willingness to join this quest. This dragon's attack has been one of the worst disasters in all of Londe's history. Your bravery in taking on this mythical beast is the stuff of legends. I wish you all good fortune and many victories. Your first destination is the Fortress Town of Andril, to the east. They have recently been attacked and may be able to give you clues as to where the dragon's lair may be."

With that, Kamlin provided them with their steeds and the wagon and bid them farewell.

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Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter
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Day 1

Hearing the paladin's compliments, the girl giggled softly and brushed aside one lock of her green hair. "What can I say? Maybe I'm such a ditz that I can't be intimidated by even a daemon. Anyway...looking at things, I guess there are no objections with me coming along." She bowed slightly, from the waist. "Thank you. I'm looking forward to this journey."

I'm not, Pirika retorted, prompting an annoyed look from her tamer. Ah well, you know what, you're being led to the castle; you enjoy yourself there. I'll come back once you're ready to leave. The flight may cheer me up a bit. With that, the green-feathered bird flew off, into the sky above them.

Once in the castle, the newly formed band of warriors was treated to a feast...which went rather awkwardly for the emerald-haired maiden, because she never had eaten in such...an elaborate setting...before. She tried her best to not look out of place, but failed miserably. Needless to say, she was very glad once she had the opportunity to leave the table.

After the feast, they were provided with horses and a wagon for supplies. With only one long stare at the horse intended for her (that stare was actually a mental conversation between the two, but no one else knew that), the girl turned to the stable's keeper and shook her head. "I'm sorry...I'm afraid I have to refuse. As bizarre as it sounds...I really have no idea how to ride this!" She couldn't help but give an embarrassed giggle as the horse was taken away.

On their way out of Beystead, Pirika returned and landed on the girl's shoulder. Wha...? You don't have a horse, unlike them? she inquired, looking amused. I didn't think you'd give up trying to learn how to ride it that quickly.

...the horse I was getting had a really bad attitude, the girl explained, looking away. Since I don't know how to ride one anyway, I'd much rather walk...or fly...than ride that particular one. And I was too afraid to ask for a spare.

If her face could be so expressive, the bird would have been smirking. Bad attitude, huh? Going by our conversations with each other, that's one thing you two have in common.

...please just shut up now.

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While everyone else was busy getting their things in order, Bliston was finishing up his affairs. Namely, filling out the details of his employment, the terms of payment, and finalizing it via the signing of a hand written contract. Said contract was copied thrice, one returned to the court, another to be carried by Bliston, and a third sent to be stored in a bank account that Bliston had in another country. The official left to take care of this process was exhausted by the time they were finished, and wondering why the mercenary was going to such lengths for documentation. Bliston didn't bother to tell him that he had been burned on his dealings before and learned to always make doubly sure to have written proof to avoid having people skimp him on payment. For that reason he took his paperwork very seriously.

Once that was finished he finally went to join the feast which had already gotten a good bit underway by the time he arrived. He didn't say much during the course of it, mostly only speaking when directly addressed and responding largely in one sentence replies, but he did show a surprising amount of table manners, even if he did drink the most ale.

When the food was finished and the supplies were stocked up, Bliston took to waiting by the wagon until it was time to leave. Bliston was the only one who didn't receive a horse, at his request. He already weighed a lot more than what the stranded horse could carry for an extended period of time. That and they generally didn't take kindly to him, something about the way he smelled. Besides his legs were long enough to keep up with them in stride easy, centuries of walking everywhere already having built up more than enough stamina in him to keep pace.

He raised an brow at the grass head girl's refusal of horse of her own but didn't comment. He was still of the opinion that she should return home but he wouldn't push it. If she fell behind it would be on her. He wasn't going to pick her up and carrier if she started lagging.

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Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter
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Pravus

He was brought into the castle, following the group through the gates. Once in a majority went down to what appeared to be a dining hall while others went about their business gathering materials and the likes from the castle he looked about on his own. whether be it servants, guards or even the other people from the jail the castle was fairly busy most of the time.

Making a turn down a hallway however he saw a fairly lonely hallway with stairs leading down. Seeing as how he was unfamiliar with the castle's layout he had no reason to not go down the stairs. Following the grey stone steps he made his way down. He started noticing that something was off about this passage as there were no windows and the torches were set farther apart, growing in distance as the tunnel continued down in a straight line. After some time he came up to an old wooden door, something which was more reminiscent of some of the older buildings he passed in this town.

When he opened the door that's when he knew there was some form of magic at work. The staircase continued downwards into the darkness while the walls and roof were absent, only darkness in their place. He contemplated turning back but something about the path seemed to draw him down it. He proceeded down the into dark before stopping a moment. He noticed a very unnerving detail about the stairs that were beyond the door. These stairs were all one solid piece of stone, a tell-tale sign of terramancy which was the preferred method of construction back in Tiatha.

Against better judgement he continued on his dark descent, going deeper into the depths of the darkness until the stairs ended. Standing on the broken ledge where the stairs no longer continue he looked forward into the pitch black abyss which consisted of the world around him at this point. From the darkness a shape began to emerge. It was though the fabric of the dark was forming a black skeletal hand. Once it was defined it reached back into the dark, it's hand dipping into the black. Out from the darkness emerged an amulet dangling by it's string from the index finger of the hand which fished this trinket out of the fluid like dark. It was a golden medallion with a design stamped into it which resembled a human mouth biting on a green empowerment gem which was set in a socket in the center. The medallion hung from a silver wire which connected to itself through an intricately designed clasp.

Pravus knew that the gems were an ill omen. During the great plague the dark spirits which spread the plague with their very touch seemed drawn to these gems. Without even thinking about it though his hand reached out, palm up and ready to receive it. Before he could consider what his body was doing the hand dropped the amulet into his grasp.


As though waking from a dream the world suddenly popped back into view. No longer was he standing in a staircase set in a void but in a wine cellar. He looked around slowly coming to the realization that he might of hallucinated that whole scene. Looking down he saw that in his hand he was still holding the amulet.

"Are you looking for something?" Before he could discard the jeweled trinket he heard the voice of a servant who had come down to fetch more wine for the meal which was in progress upstairs. It surprised him mainly because despite still being in Londean he could understand what she had said just fine. He turned to her, putting his hands in his pockets to hide his latest acquisition. "No." He simply replied as he moved past her, proceeding back up the stairs. When he was no longer in sight for the moment he brought the amulet back out, staring down at it through his mask's glass eyes. I do not know who gave this to me or why. It seems like bad luck just to have this on me. On the other hand without it I have very little ability to communicate with the people here. If I do not wish to end up like I did back in the jail I'll need this... It seems bad luck is the only luck I've got to work with. With that thought in mind he donned the amulet, concealing it underneath his armor. He didn't want to let anyone else see what he had since he couldn't trust anyone. Underneath his shirt, armor, cloak and mask the amulet was now impossible to see through normal means.


As he returned upstairs he retraced his steps until he was back near the castle's main entrance. He caught the tail end of what the captain was saying upon arrival. "-I wish you all good fortune and many victories. Your first destination is the Fortress Town of Andril, to the east. They have recently been attacked and may be able to give you clues as to where the dragon's lair may be." He wrapped up his speech, bidding them farewell.

There was a single horse which wasn't taken by anyone else there amongst the supplies they had gathered. He looked at the steed for a long hard minute and then turned towards the group, walking away from the animal. In his time in the military everyone but the commanders walked by foot, carrying their own supplies in backpacks as they would march for many miles in freezing blizzards or under a scorching sun. Pravus was well accustomed to walking everywhere and quite frankly he actually never learned how to ride a horse.

As he walked alongside the group while they left the safety of the city walls he never uttered a single word. Before it was because he didn't understand their language but now it was because he preferred to let them think he couldn't. What on earth did he mean by dragon's lair? What did I get myself into anyways? He wondered, keeping pace with the wagon well enough.

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Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter
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After the mess with Bliston had cleared up, he headed with the rest of the group to the castle for a feast. The feast was grand and well spread out with many different types of food and drink. Apparently the King was happy to have anyone brave enough to save his daughter, so much so they gave them horses and a wagon full of supplies. Of course Taethion requested his own horse to be fetched from the Common Stables. He told the servant to call out his name Herod, he would find him once he arrives at the stables. Soon the white horse with a golden-brown mane was brought to him. Taethion's smile returned once he saw his good friend and the horse seemed happy himself. Once he saddled up he saw the group of people he will be traveling with.

He attempted to get know some of them better during the feast, but in all honesty, only a few spoke anything for any great length of time. Some of his fellow travelers weren't quite the chatty types, and hopefully they will become more friendly and open over time. If they don't well then there was nothing that could have been done about that. He noticed a few of their group refused to accept their horses. Bliston, he supposes could understand why he wouldn't need one. The masked man, well he wasn't sure why he wouldn't take his. As for the girl with the green hair-whose name he had learned to be Sylphine- surprised him when she denied her horse. She seemed to be the kind of person who would do well with horses. Considering out of most of the people he would be traveling with, she was one of the ones who would speak with him. As long as they can keep up with the rest that decided to accept a horse, it shouldn't be a problem.

"Alright Captain Milner, thank you for all that you have done, and hopefully we may see each other again!" He spoke waving to the Captain of the Guard. "Alright Herod, lets go." He spoke to his horse as he patted the side of his neck and then tapped his heels against his body. The horse moved, albeit at a smooth pace. It would seem the great journey had begun.

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Asha remained silent for the entirety of the feast, eating just barely enough to fill herself while Gale enjoyed the chatter while he could, picking out the most delicious meats and desserts while he could, knowing the coin he had left to spend would end up finding use in other provisions later along the road.

~

"...What are you doing?" Gale asked, watching with some amusement as Asha was gradually surrounded by horses, forming a misshapen circle that gave a fair margin of breathing space for her. She fed them one by one, gently stroking their manes down after doing so.

"Just giving them a little snack," she answered, picking one out of the horses that had gathered around her. "Looks like they still had an appetite and smelled food on me."

"Huh, I see..." he murmured. "You, uh, mind letting me take one of them, your horse-majesty?"

Asha only smiled, climbing onto the saddle and leaning slightly forward against her pick.

"Only if you ask nicely."

"Oh, is that how we're playing?" he grinned in turn, managing to pull one of the horses away from the herd with some difficulty. "Doesn't seem like this is the first time it's happened for you."

"I like animals," she shrugged. "I don't know, I suppose they like me as well."

"Yeah, I'm starting to see it," he grunted as he pulled himself up onto his horse. "You do kinda look like that type." He patted his horse on the side. "I shall name this noble steed 'Gale Junior.'"

"Really?" Asha laughed quietly. "Maybe you should."

"Maybe I'll give him a serious name once we've been together awhile."

"Her, you mean," she corrected.

"Oh, wouldn't you know?" he sighed, rolling his eyes. "Alright, let's hit the road."

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Lara sat quietly during the feast and watched her comrades. She looked around at the servants and the many faces in the room. She hadn't eaten much today, but saw nothing she craved on the table. She listened in on conversations and studied different people's body languages, but when her hunger grew stronger she couldn't sit still. Lara stood and excused herself from the table while quickly walking from the room. She went near the stables to get fresh air. As she stood in the sunlight she spotted a stable servant carrying tools. Lara followed him to the small shed behind the stable. He opened the door and Lara pushed the man inside and quickly closed the door behind her.

Lara didn't say anything while the stable master helped her tie her gear to the saddle. He watched her curiously and noticed her eyes brimming over with tears. He couldn't help but put his arm around her, she reminded him of his daughter. She pushed him away and started gagging.

"Are you alright lass?" He asked as he finished prepping her horse for the journey.

"I-I'm fine. Just...never been so far from home."

"Where are you fro-"

"I don't want to talk about it...I'm sorry, but I don't feel like taking to anyone right now..."

The man finished tying her gear and left her alone. Lara spat a dark red spittle to the hay covered floor and wept as quietly as she could. She crunched on a toothe that wasn't hers and forced herself to swallow it. Hearing voices of her approaching comrades, Lara wiped her eyes and forced a friendly smile. She led her horse outside and waited quietly for the rest of the group to arrive. When her comrades did arrive she stayed quiet and avoided eye contact with any of them. Her smile is all she could muster to show that she was alright.

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Day 1

It wasn't long before the group left Beystead, and set off on the path towards Andril. For her part, the emerald-haired girl was very glad she could finally take her hood off. If the others thought anything about her green hair, well, too bad. Pirika also ended falling asleep in a short time, and was huddled in the girl's arms.

Since it would be hard for her to keep up with horses on foot for very long with her short stature and poor muscle build, she instead let the wind pick her up so that she gently floated a few inches off the ground. Right now, she was hovering next to the paladin, whom she had talked with during the feast. His name was Taethion, and he was quite a nice man. His horse seemed very fond of him, too.

Of course, she still hadn't talked to the other members of this party, or even introduced herself to anyone else yet...maybe this was a good time to get a read on them. Turning her body around in midair, she floated backwards in a reclining pose so she could get a good look at what they were doing. Hopefully they didn't find her actions suspicious already.

The daemon and that...strange man in a mask had also refused to take horses. Looking at them, she figured the daemon probably couldn't use a horse without causing harm to it, simply because of his size and weight. The masked man, however...right now, she knew nothing at all about that man, but something just seemed off about him. It was as if he was giving off an unnatural aura, a foreboding one at that. She had never encountered anything like it before...Am I imagining things?

Shaking her head, she redirected her gaze to two of the people Pirika had spotted in the riot while she was outside Beystead--specifically, the lady with that sword of glowing runes and the shapeshifter. They were on good terms with each other, it seemed...but hadn't they been fighting earlier? Guess they made things up rather quickly.

The boy, the elf, and the dwarf hadn't really done anything which she could judge their characters based on.

That priestess, though...once again, something seemed off about her as well. The girl couldn't quite put her finger on why, but the priestess was just too suspicious. That holy woman's attitude towards this quest was absolutely wrong; she didn't seem to have nearly as much drive as any of the others. So what was the point of even coming? Was there an ulterior motive here...?

Quit letting your imagination go wild, the girl chided herself, and instead turned back to face forwards. "So," she started, trying to strike up another conversation with Taethion, "I'm a bit bold in asking this, but since I practically gave a sermon about mine, I'll ask anyway. What are your reasons for taking on the dragon?"

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Adrian twitched slightly at Bliston's words, but left it at that. He finally calmed down to properly eat his meal, he didn't ate much, but it wasn't that little either. He would occasionally glance at Bliston as he just can't get his mind off him. Trying to start over again, he wanted to start a conversation with somebody, but it seemed that they all had things on their hands. He just watched the others for a while before getting up to go to the stable. He immediately picked a horse to be his steed and it was quite friendly. He pat the horse on its head before placing the saddle on it. He wasn't really the type to bring much during his travel and the food was already taken care of by the king. He was just about to leave when he saw Asha and Gale talking nearby. He listened for a while and it looked like they were quite close. He set off before they notice him.

On the road, he saw the two girls who just joined them out of the prison. One had a green hair that seemed out of the ordinary. "Is it dyed?" He thought. He later saw her took flight? "She could do that?" He commented in awe, but later took a look of the other girl. She was quite normal, perhaps too normal to be on a dangerous quest. "Is she gonna be alright?" He thought worriedly. Later he saw Taethion, he calmly handled the previous mess and Adrian saw him in respect. He saw the green haired girl approach him and started a conversation with him. He didn't let this stop him from talking to him and moved closer to him as well.

"Sir Taethion?" He tried to get his attention. "The way you handled the situation a while ago was very wonderful, but me on the other hand... Flipping out like that." He said with a forced chuckle. "How were you able to remain calm? I wouldn't have been able to hold back if he was insulting me." He asked him.

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Iator

The gnome prepared his gear and readied himself for his travel. He spent a brief moment placing an altar to his god, Amenazor, outside the temple of Beystead. He made sure it was a respectable distance away from the other altars so as not to anger anyone. The simple stone tablet read "Amenazor: God of the Fae, Travel, Magic, and Knowledge."

Once he had finished the altar he went and collected his pony. The dapple grey was hard tempered and resisted the bridle, it was a simple matter of speaking to it with a spell and with a little charm thrown in, it let him ride it easily. He patted the pony on its neck. "Thank you, Siabar." He said with a smile.

Once they had gotten out on the road, Iator took the time to inspect each of the other members of the party with great interest. First he took in their physical aura, that which is seen by all eyes. He saw two distinct groups, those that were obviously warriors and those that must have something else. The warriors were mostly male, had much muscular definition, and both rode and walked with the confidence of lesser deities. The others were different, they were oddly colored, oddly dressed, they were almost all small and not very muscular and many seemed to lack confidence.

He then inspected their magical and spiritual auras. Iator took very little stock in these auras because they were so easily manipulated, but it was interesting to retrieve an insight as to how people wish to be seen.

Taethion, the paladin. His magical aura was weak and directed inward, he drew his power from a god and that was to be expected. His spiritual aura was like a warm summer glow, kindness flowed off of him like springs of fresh mountain water.

Gale, the shape-shifter. His magical aura was like looking at a man while drunk. He was in many places at once and not always in the form of a man. His spiritual aura was shifting almost as earnestly, it gave Iator a headache.

Adrian, the boy warrior. His magical aura offered insight into how he could be so strong. It was as if there were a monster, twice as big beneath the boy's skin. The boy's spiritual aura spoke volumes as well, hopes and ideals covering an anger that could not be held back forever.

Asha, the mystical swords-woman. Her magical aura was like strings tying her directly to her sword which shone with such brilliance that Iator had to blink to remove the spots from his eyes. Her spiritual aura was that of a black hole, sucking away all emotion or feeling into nothingness.

Bliston, the Scourge of many battlefields. His magical aura was scant if non-existent. It seemed as though he kept his power on the outside. His spiritual aura was less of a sight and more of a smell, like sulfur and decay.

Randionalia, assassin extraordinaire. She had a magical aura like a blanket of black ink, covering magic and making it useless. He spiritual aura was harder to read but she seemed to have a vehement hatred towards anything evil.

The emerald hedge wizard, he'd yet to get her name. He decided he would introduce himself, at least quickly, when she had finished talking to Taethion. Her magical aura had already been seen, and the fact that she was literally floating on air showed how much she complied with that element. Her spiritual aura was tied directly to that of her bird and hard to read the farther the two were apart.

The priestess, yet another of his party who's name he'd neglected to get. He wanted to get to know all of them but when he looked at her magical aura, he was shocked. It was like Gale's, constantly shifting but remaining like that of a human. Her spiritual aura was red like blood and mixed with remorse. He wanted to talk to her in private.

He sidled over towards the soldier with the shovel. His magical aura was odd, it held an ancient power unlike that he'd ever seen and the stench of death that lingered. His spiritual aura was that of honesty and loyalty. The man was an enigma to be sure. It would be rude of him not to introduce himself. And while the man probably did not know Londean very well, names shouldn't be too hard to understand. He pointed to himself. "Iator." Then he pointed towards the man.

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Taethion was happy to be out on the road again, especially since he has something that needs to be done. As he rode, the green haired girl, appeared by his side and apparently in mid-air! "That's quite the impressive technique." Taethion spoke commenting on Sylphine's ability to levitate. She then asked him why he would go on and accept a quest that involves facing a dragon. He looked towards her and said with a smile, "Well, it's because it is my duty as a Paladin to assist those who are in need of help." "You see, my order, The Order of Saint's Illumination, have always dedicated it's members to teachings of Dedarius, Patron God of Saints and God of the Sun, Light and Illumination, and Life and Rebirth." "Their is a long list to his creed, but one section always spoke the clearest truth, and that was those with power should use that power to help those who could not do for themselves." "Ultimately power is not meant to advance oneself but to advance society as a whole into a peaceful future." Taethion spoke sort of looking between her and off in the distance.

"I could spend the day, preaching the tenements of Lord Dedarius, but then again I am no Priest." "Instead I chose the path that I believed would lead me to do the most good in life." Taethion spoke looking towards the girl, "So I believe facing this Dragon and rescuing the Princess will do the most good for this land; so was I successful in answering your curiosities, or did I fail miserably?" He then laughed at his last comment. Adrain strode up to his vacant side and then asked the paladin an entirely different question. He gave a smile and then bobbed his head, "Thank you, that was a very nice thing of you to say; as for how I managed to hold back my anger, well, truth is I nearly didn't." "You see, I was about every bit as enraged as you were, but...I remembered an old lesson taught to me. A wise man once said, their is a fine line between good meanings and good works." "You may have believed your anger was justified, but acting upon that anger never makes it justifiable. Anger leads to a path of sin, and the wise man said the world is filled enough of sin." Taethion finished. "I hope that was a satisfying answer as well!" He laughed once more, a bright, friendly laugh.

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Lara watched the group quietly as she rode at the back. She listened to the Paladin's words and admired his bravery. She wondered if he knew of her order, but would ask him later when she wasn't feeling sick. She coughed to cover her gagging and spat into her hand. Seeing the red spittle on her palm and fingers she made a fist and held it to her mouth as she licked it clean as much as she could. Pulling out a small dark cloth she wiped the rest off and tucked it into her pocket. Lara turned her attention again to the group.

She had only listened to them and hardly spoken a word. Iator had been watching her, this she knew and made her uneasy. The others didn't seem to notice her very much she felt. There were glances in her direction, but understood she didn't look like she should be with them. Feeling her nausea fading she made an attempt to socialize with them.

She caught up with the group and rode up next to Iator. He made her uneasy, but she knew not to cast judgement on strangers before knowing them.

"Hi, my name is Lara. I've never seen a gnome before, What's your name?" She said with a friendly smile.

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Bliston was on the other side of the group from the paladin (Taethion was it) and was silent for the most part. He could tell the holy warrior and the boy were talking about him, they weren't very quiet about. He didn't bother to point out to them that he was still in ear shot. Bliston knew he probably was the least liked member of the party and honestly, he didn't care. The daemon mercenary wasn't here to make friends. He was here to make money. He didn't care much about the state of the lands, and he held secret doubts that the princess being held by the fire drake was still alive.

As they traveled away from the city gates and down the road and the day passed on, Bliston could feel a sensation of agitation gnawing at him. He briefly glanced down to something at his side and patted it, muttering something about 'being fed soon'. The restless feeling lessened a bit after that, but Bliston couldn't help but hope they got into some action soon. If he didn't spill some blood soon a bit of stir crazy might set in.

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Day 1

(OOC: I wonder if I should start only tagging people involved in these posts...)

After remaining silent through Taethion's speech, the girl began to respond, but was cut off by the other teenager in the group riding up to the paladin's other side and asking his own question, regarding that...scene...with the daemon. Sighing with a little bit of irritation, the girl let herself ascend to a meter above both of their heads, and listened in on the conversation.

Once the paladin had given his answer, the girl made a motion as though she was diving, but stopped in midair upside down, her face hanging just in front of those of Taethion and the boy. "I wouldn't know about sin or faith as you two know it, but I do understand how terribly anger clouds up your mind," she commented, keeping her arms tightly around Pirika so the bird wouldn't fall out of her grasp. Somehow, the wind was keeping her hair and clothes from being affected too much by gravity. "If you were really that angry, then it's admirable that you didn't lose yourself in that situation. Must be something that comes with age."

But even so, her eyes drifted towards the daemon a bit worriedly. He seemed to be getting rather restless...could he have heard the conversation and somehow taken offense? And can any of you keep that self-restraint up for the entire journey?

"Anyway, what we were talking about earlier..." She changed the topic before her expression had a chance to switch. "So, you're here because of your religious faith and your duty? It sounds sort of like an old story, not gonna lie..." She let out a giggle, before changing back to her calm smile. "Though, if you're really that dedicated, you'll probably turn out a lot better than most."

Turning to the boy while still dangling upside down, she added, "Ah, I haven't introduced myself to...everyone, really. My name is Sylphine Mistral. I hope we get along while we're working together."