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Kriss Arroway

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a character in “Blades and Flames: The Nethersteel Cog”, as played by L.P.Fairen

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Name: Krissys Arroway (Kriss)

Age: 21

Race: Half-demon half-human

Class: Rogue

Physical Appearance: Kriss has long black hair that is usually tied back, a height of 5”3”, and a slim figure. She has round, slightly chubby cheeks and bronzed skin from being out in the sun. She has emerald green eyes and a small pointed nose. She can easily pass for an adolescent boy.

Clothing: She wears brown clothes made of cloth that are so loose they hide any curves she has, and a tightly-wrapped white cloth around her chest so that she looks flat-chested. She wears a pair of beaten-up and scuffed leather shoes that she’s had for years and are slightly too small for her and a rope tied to her waist that keeps her cloth trousers up.

Basic personality: Kriss is serious, determined (or stubborn) and won’t back down from a fight, but also isn’t looking to pick one. She prefers to stick to the shadows, sneaking around and pick-pocketing. She pretends to be a boy, and most people buy it. She has a temper and acts tough, but her feeling can be hurt very easily. Even though she is pretending to be boy, she secretly likes girl stuff, like dresses and jewelry.

Equipment: Twin daggers in two leather holsters kept hidden underneath her clothes, a lockpick set, and a small golden tiara with an inlaid emerald that matches her eyes that she pickpocketed out of a stranger’s purse.

Skills/Abilities: Lockpicking, pickpocketing, sneaking, blacksmithing, brawling, moderate skill with daggers. (Hidden demon abilities to come later)

Background: Krissys was raised by her father, a blacksmith, and never knew her mother. As she grew older, she was forced to wear boy’s clothing and introduce herself as a boy. She often practiced with swords and knives with straw dummies that the boy’s around the city made, and became quite good at it. She was being groomed to take over her father’s smithy when he got married, and had a baby boy with his new wife. Kriss new that she was no longer welcome, so she stole twin daggers that were supposed to go to wealthy merchant, and set off for Fort Ashworth in hopes of becoming a soldier.

Other: She as no idea that her mother is the demoness Abzelon, and any demon abilities she has is dormant.

So begins...

Kriss Arroway's Story

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Character Portrait: Vyndran Singsword Character Portrait: Fran V Strahl Character Portrait: Kriss Arroway Character Portrait: Violet Character Portrait: Erbein Urindar Character Portrait:
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Violet was not were Violet was supposed to be, and it knew that. It knew that Miss Frana, the woman know had known Violet’s pack and gave Violet a place to live, would want Violet with her at home and prepare food for the grandchildren. However, Violet knew that making food was something only the old woman could do, so Violet left, and went to the tavern known as The Lucky Horseshoe.

This tavern happened to be owned by a child of Miss Frana, and he knew of Violet’s true nature, and he was alright with it. His only rule was no pulling any tricks inside the bar, outside was fair game. Violet never liked this, due to how much fun drunk humans were, but obeyed anyways. Currently, Violet was in its typical disguise when out and about with Miss Frana. Violet was shifted into a human child of rather undetermined gender, but as Violet had to pick a gender when in human form, was technically male. This boy was impossible to tell from a girl, from his long white hair, thick and braided in some places, and the overall roundness of the face gave an almost feminine appearance. His eyes were purple, and Violet did this on purpose, to be itself without actually revealing too much.

Violet, or as it went when in this form, Violet, was in the tavern watching everyone he could. Suddenly an elf came by and offered to show them magic. Violet loved magic, and was slightly disappointed by the lack of food or colors involved, such as his dark red tunic, and nearly white pants. He still clapped with the rest of the children, and once the mothers came by, he wondered some more. That is when he heard another elf, most likely a bard, start to sing about the griffon king. The song was special to Violet, a song its parents sung for it as a baby. He smiled largely when the elf finished, and got a little mad at the humans when they said it was bad. ‘NO taste in music’ it thought.

After he sat down with what was unmistakably a bunny woman, Violet got very excited. They started talking about something, but Violet couldn’t’ hear over the sounds of the dwarves in the room. After that, Violet took the berry pouch that Miss Frana gave it, and began to take out some of its favorite berries to give as gifts.

Violet stood right beside the elf, and tugged at his shirts. After a while, Violet started, “Hello, I’m Violet. I loved your song, here take these.” He said with a large smile, and put some assorted berries on the table, ranging from simple blueberries to somewhat odd pink berries with spikes that it had found. After placing these on the table, Violet ran a little ways over to the bunny woman, and pulled out a single berry. This berry was red with some purple on either side of it, and was around the size of an apple. This berry was called a Gwappion Berry, or more commonly a Fox Trail Berry, as Kitsune’s loved this fruit more than any other thing, and were often seen eating it, however it was highly toxic to most species, save more ‘animalistic’ ones. “Here, you can have my Gwappion Berry, I was planning on saving it for something special, but what’s more special than music?” He asked in a soft child voice, and held out the berry for the woman to take.

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"The old man is harmless, it's whatever he's got under that cloak of his that has me curious. You couldn't see it from over here, but he's got a worn leather satchel with him and he clutches it feverishly to his chest, as if it were made of solid gold and blessed by the gods themselves." Vyndran says with a snort as he takes the coin purse and looks into it, taking out a few coins and setting them on the table as payment for the bartender. There was more to it than just what he could see though. The elven blood that flows through his veins allows him a small part of their emotional apathy, the elves natural ability to pick up and read the emotional state of people around them. This only happened when he was playing music. "His soul didn't sound right. Whatever that thing he carries is, it is very important, to him at least. He's probably risked his life for it..."

Lifting his goblet of mead he lets out a sigh before draining it in one long swallow, and as he does so he eyes the crowd again. The tavern was beginning to fill up, either from the dark or the cold outside he suspected, and the night was just getting started. Now that there was a decent crowd he would be able to make another performance, this one paid.

Once every year around this time Vyndran comes to Marhorn Glen and plays at this tavern. The first few times were for free, then he started to get paid if the crowd was large enough. Because he was somewhat famous the patrons would turn out in drove if it was known he would be in town, so the tavern owner had decided to share his wealth. He had been playing for an hour before this break, and as he played he had watched people enter the tavern, and a very few leave. Such as now, when a group of dwarves entered The Lucky Horseshoe.

"Dwarves never have been good at being able to see anything past their beards." Vyndran remarks with a smirk, quickly ordering another goblet of mead before the dwarves had the chance to drink it all. He had never seen this bunch before, but they seemed familiar to the villagers and so he had no reason to question why exactly a group of dwarves would venture so far out from under their rocky home. "No wonder they are always digging, it's much easier for them to look down than the rest of us which is why they are so good at their trade." The half-elf was joking around. He had no problem with any of the races that inhabited Elemnaira, only a few individuals. "I think I'll play a few more songs and then we can get something to eat and call it a night. In the morning we'll make our way to Giant's Pass, to that little village I was telling you about earlier." He says, talking to Fran once more while the rest of his words had been to the air itself, or anyone who could be bothered to listen.

The bard got his second goblet just before what looked like a wolf on his hind legs threw a table across the room. He was about to comment on this when what appeared to be a small...girl? He wasn't able to tell if it was a boy or a girl, but it didn't matter much. The child was sweet, giving him a few berries and one large one to Fran. Vyndran smiles at this and looks at the berries. Most of them were common, but one, the pink one with spikes he knew came from farther south and were rather odd as to the side effects. They tasted amazing, but they would also turn the whites of your eyes a bright pink for three days if you ate a handful of them. Before he could thank the child the wolf man, a Veer he thought they were called, made a song request.

"Thank you little one, these are most appreciated." Vyndran says, standing and grabbing his mandolin before making his way to the stage, leaving the berries for Fran to look after. Once at the hearth again he positions the mandolin and closes his eyes, moving his mouth so that it looked as if he were whispering to the instrument, and in a way he was. The magic of the bard, no matter the race, had to do with sound, and what he did now was cast a spell on the instrument so that it would sound not only like a mandolin but several other instruments as well. "As it so happens, my furry friend, I do indeed know one of your Veeran songs. Perhaps it is not the one you would like me to play, but let your ears decide if it does your people justice."

Strumming his mandolin, Vyndran begins to play The Wolf and the Winds. This is a tale rewritten again and again, with nearly every race having their own version, which tells of how they came to the shores of Elemnaira. This particular one was about the Veer, though it lacked more of the details that some other versions had. (found the song on youtube)

Vyndran was not half way through the song when there was a scream heard from somewhere outside the tavern. He stops playing and ends the spell, looking from the crowd to the door, then over to Fran. Slipping the mandolin onto his back he gives her a nod and takes off for the door, hoping from table to table with just enough elven grace that only two mug of ale were knocked over. As soon as he opens the door the smell of burning wood and flesh and the screams of the innocent begin to fill the room. The patrons go silent, a few of the braver ones standing up as if to fight, though no one makes a move.

"We've got demons..." Vyndran says in a hiss, however his magic causes everyone in the room to hear him as if he were standing beside them. "Fran, it looks like we'll be leaving Marhorn Glen early, but not without a little exercise first."

Demons were pouring out of the mountains to the north and surging towards the village like a flood of hell fire. They were terrible things, varying in size and shape. Some were tall and thin, with long black talons and wings, while others were tiny, the size of a gnome, with claws and tails like lizards. But standing in the center of the chaos, watching over it, was one who looked more human. He was tall, wearing blood red armor, with skin black as coal and glowing yellow eyes. His horns were like those of a goat, and on his back he carried a huge sword. It would only be a few moments now before the mass of demons were upon the tavern...

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"Sir, we have reports that a horde of demons have been spotting moving through the mountains to the south." A man wearing chainmail armor and a steel breastplate with the royal symbol of a shield with a griffon on it on his chest says to his superior officer. "Scouts have been sent out, this doesn't look good. Should we do anything?"

"Do we have any idea where they might be headed?" Asks the superior officer, a man by the name of Samuel Ashworth, grandson of the famous general. "And how many scouts have you sent out?"

"They seem to be heading for Marhorn Glen, sir, and five scouts have been dispatched. We should hear back from them within the hour...but, sir, if I may point out..." The soldier hesitates for a moment, looking away, then back to Samuel, looking him in the eyes, "Sir, they may not last that long down there Perhaps if you were to go there in person you could save lives..."

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Character Portrait: Tyrond Whisperwind Character Portrait: Vyndran Singsword Character Portrait: Fran V Strahl Character Portrait: Kit Earthly Character Portrait: Adion Character Portrait: Anthea Dawnwalker
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Fran would only look at the Veer for a moment and the dwarves, she didn't show her emotions, her kind were formal in behavior and movement after all. She'd then look to a small boy, with a berry at hand directed to her. She'd slowly take it and place it into her pouch around her waist in silence then look to the boy once more. ''Thank you for the Gwappion Berry, I understand it is important to you. You are not what you seem, but no matter, I do not mind, youngling.'' She'd then dart her head to the sounds of screams from the locals, her ears twitching to the sounds.

She'd look to Vyndran, getting out her bow that was holstered on her back and standing. She'd look back to the boy, no smile, just her way, she meant nothing by it really. ''Best stay inside youngling, me and my companion have something to take care of.'' She'd look to the door as Vyndran's voice was projected into the tavern and she'd point her clawed hand up into the air, a green/gold glow on the tip of her finger as she projected her voice to Vyndran directly. ''I am with you. I will just cast protection on this building. Please mind your back, I am not there for the moment to defend it.''

She'd then walk to the center of the bar, her black armored heels clicked like light metal and she'd bend to the ground and started to write on the floor with her Vierian words a protection ward with golden words on the ground at a constant glow now, a flash of green burst from her creating a dome around the building. She'd then stand to her feet and look to the others in the bar. ''You are safe now, unless nature takes me.''

She'd then run to the door of the bar with bow in hand, opening the door then running to Vyndran's shooting a arrow into one of the demon's forehead, the demon would turn to ice on the spot and another demon just crashed into it, shattering it. Fran's bow arrows would be glowing a spectrum of colour. ''I have used my life force to protect the building from elemental attacks. For now, it is strong.'' She'd explain putting her hand out in front of her, a wave of ice travelling up, freezing and slowing some of the demons but a frown of concern would come to her face, a sign the people should be worried. ''I sense the mist in them... they are unusually strong... It seems they are here for something...''

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Character Portrait: Samuel Ashworth Character Portrait: Tyrond Whisperwind Character Portrait: Vyndran Singsword Character Portrait: Fran V Strahl Character Portrait: Kit Earthly Character Portrait: Adion
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By the time Fran reached him Vyndran had unsheathed his short sword and was making quick work of a few lesser demons, the ones who were weak but numerous, often used as cannon fodder for the more powerful ones. They would lead the way, and most often die, but whoever the demons were fighting would grow tired from fighting them and so fall more easily when the others arrived. Vyndran knew this well enough, but he also knew that if he didn't kill as many of them as possible there would be a greater chance that innocent lives would be lost.

When he sees an arrow turn one demon to ice he smiles and turns, spinning around a charging demon while slicing his throat with his sword, and comes to a stop facing his companion, giving her a nod. "You are right. Perhaps they are after whatever the cloaked man has in his possession. Is he still inside the tavern and within your protection?" Before he could get an answer the bard was forced to lay another demon low, stabbing him in the heart then kicking the corpse off with one booted foot. He hated the smell of demons. It was like what he imagined the Underdark to smell of, death and decay, brimstone and blood. Before he could get and answer to his question the dwarves were there, recommending they retreat into the mountains. "True enough my short friend. I've no doubt that this village will be razed by these demons, regardless of our actions, so saving as many lives as we can would be our best option. Can you lead the others from the tavern?"

While Vyndran had no doubt that the dwarf could handle the task he felt it needed to be asked anyway. They needed a bit or organization at times like this. And besides, whoever this dwarf was he had the respect of his kin, meaning he had to be either powerful, brave, smart, or some combination there of.

The fighting was on in full force now, and though the nearest burning building was several hundred yards away he could feel heat all around him, as if he himself were on fire. It wasn't until this point that he realized why. Someone from their side of the battlefield was casting fireballs, and demons were falling to the ground around him. "Fighting is all well and good, my young friend....fox...but know your enemies. These are demons, and as such are immune to even magical fire. All you've done is make a few of them mad I am afraid." Vyndran says, glancing down at Violet as he watches the demons who had been knocked to the ground stand and shrug off the flames.

Before he could begin to dispatch these demons, their leader made himself known. The darker figure who had been slowly making his way to the tower now raises a hand, and darkness forms below the fallen demons, who begin to cry and whimper. Their cries are cut short, however, then the darkness forms a sphere around each of them and crushes them into nothing as the sphere suddenly shrinks.

"By the stars in the skies...that's one of the Demon Lords...Zanarok, keeper of the shadows..." Vyndran says under his breath, fear finally showing itself in his halfbreed eyes.

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"I knew there would be danger for the villagers to come to this place," The old man in the cloak says as he approached Tyrond and the injured girl. "I hated to much to do so, but Brigar told me to come to this place and so I have. And what hell I have brought upon it and it's people." Standing beside the little girl the man reaches up and lowers his hood, revealing that he is actually rather young, maybe thirty years of age at the most, but with a shock of snow white hair and pale eyes. The eyes of a much older man. Letting his satchel fall to his side he reaches out and places a hand on the girl's wound and closes his eyes. he begins to mumble a chant of favor, asking the god of light to bestow his blessing upon this child and heal her wounds. As he chants a pale yellow light begins to shine beneath his hand, between his hand and the wound, and a short time later the light dims and blinks out.

Color returns to the girls face and the herbs fall away, revealing only a nasty scar, the wound now fully healed. Without a word the man then reaches down and touches his satchel as he looks outside. Seeing the demons he takes a few steps back, so that the satchel is blocked from their view, and he opens it, revealing dull black object with streaks of crimson in it. Neathersteel. A kind of metal made from ore which can only be mined in the Underdark. It is said to be indestructible and unalterable once it has been crafted.

"The demons seek this, but no matter the cost they must not get it!" The man says, letting Tyrond see the artifact for a moment before slipping it out and placing it under the bar counter. "You have to take it from this place, keep it from their grasp. My time is done, Brigar tells me so. I was never meant to leave this place alive, but so long as this artifact does not fall into demonic hands I shall earn my place in the Higher Plains..."

With this done the man turns quickly and makes a break for the back door. The demons, seeing his quick movement and thinking he is trying to escape, leave the window and take off after him. He makes it a mere twenty feet from the tavern before he is struck down, torn apart by the demons.

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Samuel was in the skies now, on the back of Ergos, his loyal mount and best friend. The two of them had been together for a long time now, and as ever they were helping one another out. While Ergos carried his rider south, over the Dragon Claw mountains, Samuel was looking around, taking count of the demons and where they were headed. They were already at Marhorn Glen, and soon the commander would be there as well. Reaching into his armor he removes an amulet in the shape of an eagle head and speaks into it. "This is Commander Ashworth. The demons have reached Marhorn Glen. Send three squads of soldiers down there at once." The amulet allows his voice to be carried to a similar stone amulet in Shadewatch, where his orders are heard and give to the soldiers there.

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Character Portrait: Samuel Ashworth Character Portrait: Tyrond Whisperwind Character Portrait: Vyndran Singsword Character Portrait: Fran V Strahl Character Portrait: Kit Earthly Character Portrait: Adion
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Fran would holster her bow into her back and she'd stomp her foot, her arms stretched up and wide, her hands would glow coldly in a pale blue, her claws changed to blue coloured and the glow would then wrap around her arms like braided metal circles. ''Shattering Rain.'' She'd say calmly and the dark sky above thundered and flashed then clouds shrouded the stars and moon from sight and it would start to rain ice spikes into the onto the horde then would explode as it hit something. She'd then twist her body and dance her hands up into the air, making demons fly up into the sky then she'd stomp and they'd plummet to the ground then she'd turn towards a house, her red eyes flashed as something took her attention. ''Mist... it is strong there.'' She'd then look to Violet. ''Fire will not help Kitsune...'' She'd then look to Vyndran, grabbing him from the shoulder to drop kick a demon in the face, her armored and sharpened toe slicing into the demon's throat then through his face, she'd use the other foot to push it aside. ''I fear the old man left my ward with the strong misted object you speak of. I sense it in the house... but... not him.''

She'd then unsheathe her dagger and ran at a couple, plunging her dagger into their hearts and heads in quick strokes and once she got overwhelmed she'd touch her chest and wipe out her arms, a pulse of air pushing enemies away.

She'd then yelp in pain, falling to the ground. She'd look at what Vyndran was looking at and she'd leap into the air, grabbing onto Vyndran's shoulder to keep herself up. Her sensitivity to Mist or as most know magic was so powerful she would be able to lead you to a source of power, like all Vierian Elves hence why such mystical ores could be harvested in the Emerald Grove. She'd gasp for air as she next spoke. ''No wonder the mist is so strong in these demons... he commands them... We must save as many as we can... He is too powerful for a few of us... Even with my life force ward, it will not last, not with my state declining on me...'' She'd then get her bow out and continue to fight, using Vyndran as support.

Then as the demon lord closed in on them more and more she'd start panting, getting angry, her eyes would glow red and she'd holster her bow and took out her dagger, holding it with two hands it would suddenly become a greatsword and she'd be in 'berserk' mode. This happened to Viera elves when they are exposed to high levels of mist/magic that only peak higher and if they don't get from the dangerous source they become enraged and she did. However with this a Viera elf would become stronger and faster. Though their defense would be lowered their resistances to elemental magics would be heightened.

Vyndran would of seen this happen about two times before and even though she was stronger the recklessness of charging into battle made her vulnerable and he would naturally up his game to support her as she would support him. He would continue to do so once the berserk mode dissipated and depending on the level of mist/magic it would last from minutes to hours but either way once she is done she'd be completely weakened and most likely pass out, her ward around the tavern would also suffer so this was just as good as it was bad. It was a delicate moment.

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Character Portrait: Samuel Ashworth Character Portrait: Tyrond Whisperwind Character Portrait: Vyndran Singsword Character Portrait: Fran V Strahl Character Portrait: Tymphalion "Tym" Venser Oureados Character Portrait: Kit Earthly
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Tym walked happily down a forest trail, humming a strange tune under his breath. His pack bounced on his shoulders and back as he walked, practically skipping down the deer trail that ran through the forest. He was sure by now that his father would be here any moment, hot on his trail, and ready to drag him back to that boring old house right next to Castle Lighthawk. Tym imagined himself clawing at the ground as his father pulled him by the feet all the way back to their house in the capitol. Tym giggled at the thought of it. "I'll be in so much trouble..." He mused to himself, giggling childishly. As he continued to walk, Tym bummed, whistled and sang a childish song. The melody was haunting slow and sad. It was a lullaby, though Tym didn't know it, a lullaby his mother sang for him every night before he went to sleep. She would always walk up to his door, lean against the frame, and sing to Tym until he fell asleep. Tym loved that song, it was his favorite memory of his mother. Tym sighed. "She'll be so worried about me..." Tym thought, stopping for a moment. He imagined his mother, with tears in her eyes, running up to him and holding him tightly. She would tell him that she was so worried and that she had feared the worst when Tym's father had not found him right away. Tym was pulled from his daydream because he felt something wet on his cheek. He was crying. Tym wiped his eyes and his running nose on his sleeve and pressed on. "I'll go home tomorrow..." Tym said to himself. He resolved to find the cart driver at the next town and go straight home the next morning, after all, it was getting late. Tym pressed on into the evening and arrived at a little town that a passing stranger had told him was called Marhorn Glen.

Tym went to the Inn, paid the nice lady at the desk the fee for the night, and went straight up to his room. He put his bag on his bed and went down to dinner at the local tavern, locking the door the door to his room behind him with the key that the Inn's owner had given him. Tym ate, talked a while with the bar matron, who appeared to be with a child of her own, and then went back to his room at the Inn to sleep, once more locking the door begin him. Tym din't sleep well that night. Without his mother's song to guide him to the realm of dreams, Tym had a hard time getting there on his own. What little sleep he did have was fitfull and disturbed by horrific nightmare. He dreamed of his house in flames, the screams of his mother and father echoing from within. Tym woke with a start the next morning and headed down to breakfast at the Tavern, taking all his things and his key with him. He returned the key to the Inn's owner and then walked to the tavern, smiling at the matron as he walked in, who smiled when she saw him. "Good morning." She said sweetly, looking at Tym with a mother's eyes. A pang of guilt surged trough Tym. "Would you like some breakfast?" She asked. Tym put two shiny good coins on the counter. "Yes please." He responded sweetly, earning a smile from the matron. She slid a plate full of sausage and eggs in front of him, as well as a glass of milk. "Eat up!" She said, smiling at Tym, who smiled back, licking his lips with anticipation. "Thank you ma'am." Tym said, saying a small prayer before placing his napkin in his lap and diggng into his breakfast. He smiled with contented joy at the first bite. "It's delicious." He managed to say through a mouthful of food. On anyone else, the gesture would have been disgusting and rude, but coming from a little boy, it was adorable, and only made the matron smile wider. Tym finished eating in relative silence, all around him people slowly filled the Tavern. The air was full of conversation, but the effect was pleasant. Tym stayed a while, chatting with the matron until it reached the afternoon. It was time for him to go. He bowed politely to the matron and her husband, "Thank you you everything." He said politely. "I shall not forget this kindness, rest assured, my father at the Castle Lighthawk will hear of your goodness." Tym said, smiling. However, right as he turned to leave, all hell literally broke loose. Demons stormed the small town, coming out of nowhere but the horizon itself. They appeared to be looking for something. Tym was scared. He didn't know what to do. People were dying, soldiers were fighting, and demons were everywhere. After a long time hiding, Tym brushed off his fear and stood tall. A dark glint shone in his eyes. Tym knew, instinctively, that he was needed.

Tym cracked his knuckles and steeled himself for what he was about to do. It was time to get started. Someone had already placed a strong barrier around the Tavern, but it was fading fast, and Tym knew it wouldn't be able to hold much longer. Tym began to chant, his eyes shone blue, and the white streaks on his robe and face began to shine. He reached out with his right hand, as if grasping for something. Wordlessly, and soundlessly, a book floated out from Tym's pack. It was his father's old spell book. Anyone who knew anything of Venser the Soujourner would recognize his seal and Emblem emblazoned on the book's leather cover. Tym began to chant once more. Soundlessly, as if water were being poured from a faucet, blue energy began to form around Tym's feet. The air around him began to thrum as more energy poured, seemingly endlessly around Tym, swirling around him, ever upward. The energy collected over the Tavern, creating a dome of blue energy over the Inn, shielding it from further assault. However, Tym wasn't finished. He spoke to the group of people within the Tavern, his body now floating several inches of the ground. His eyes and robe still a gleam. "Worry not." He said simply, his voice sounding as if his own childish voice, his mother's voice, and his father's voice were all speaking at once. "The sheild I have erected is one of alignment. As long as you wish to do harm to those inside, you will not be permitted entry. However, it won't last forever. We will need reinforcements or a better plan." He gestured with the book in his hands, showing all those inside the seal on the front. "Within my father's book is a spell to create multiple seeking projectiles, with which I could target a great number of the demons, but it will take some time. I shall begin casting it now, but I cannot defeat them all by myself." At that, Tym stopped and began to chant once more. He close his eyes, and began to chant. As he spoke, small blue balls of the same energy began to form around him. Just as he was really getting started, Tym's whole body shuddered. He felt a horrific presence, a huge sense of darkness loomed over him. He stopped chanting and instead sent the nineteen balls of energy upwards to reinforce his shield. Tym fell to the ground and looked around for someone, anyone. He directed his thoughts at the room in general and spoke. "I don't know if the rest of you can feel that, but there is a huge darkness above this place. Fighting isn't an option. We need to leave, but we must do so stealthily, we can't risk whatever that thing out there is finding us." At that, Tym sat on the ground with two legs crossed and raced through his book. His eyes were searching for anything that might be a spell to turn invisible, or to move somewhere else.

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Character Portrait: Tyrond Whisperwind Character Portrait: Vyndran Singsword Character Portrait: Fran V Strahl Character Portrait: Tymphalion "Tym" Venser Oureados Character Portrait: Kriss Arroway Character Portrait: Violet
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Violet was getting ready to unleash another round of fireballs, but then the bunny woman spoke, as well as the bard, saying that fire was useless against demons. This seemed semi natural, as demons came from hell, so the fires should do little impact, but this was lost of the Kitsune. “What?! That is cheating!” It yelled, and launched the ready fire into the night sky, mad that one of its only magic attacks was now useless.

“Fine, guess my tails will have to pull double work,” Violet said and further lengthened its tails, so that they were around thirty feet long a piece. Each of the white tails swung around, until Violet made them each aim for an enemy. They moved quickly and grabbed them into a binding grip. Eight of these went down without a problem, but the one on the fifth tail managed to slash the tail, bringing blood. Violet yelped and threw the demons onto the ground hard, crashing them into their fellow hellspawns.

Suddenly, Violet felt something evil. She couldn’t place it until the bard spoke of Zanarok. Violet’s eyes widen as its tails moved into a defensive position, stained with red. After considering how the day turned out, Violet saw the bunny woman pull a great sword out of thin air. She had an air that screamed power, but something else caught Violet’s attention. A small pulse from behind its gems, indicating something of very old magic. Violet turned its head, and the pulse got stronger as it realized it was coming from the tavern.

Knowing that this life was probably over, Violet knew it had to get people away from here, and quickly. It turned to the bard, “Song man, we can’t possibly try to fight one of the demon lords, we need to escape now. I can shift into a Great Eagle and get maybe 8 of us to safety, but only if you say so. Think quickly of the plan, because we only have a couple of minutes before it gets here.” Violet said earnestly, not knowing what to do. For all of its life, Violet had parents to say what was best, or Miss Frana to say what is best. Now this elfish bard got to say what is best.

Violets tails stretched as a new magic seemed to engulf the tavern, thankfully for them. This was only temporary, and they needed a route of escape. The villagers escaping out of the tavern only had so far to run, and who ever had that source of old magic would be hunted to the ends of the planet, so indeed, options were limited.

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Character Portrait: Samuel Ashworth Character Portrait: Tyrond Whisperwind Character Portrait: Dragonmiir Dragonstone Character Portrait: Vyndran Singsword Character Portrait: Fran V Strahl Character Portrait: Tymphalion "Tym" Venser Oureados
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Near Castle Hawklight

Near the center of Elemnaira lies Castle Hawklight which, despite the name, is actually a huge city, the capital of the human empire in fact, with the castle itself situated in the very center of the city. The city is surrounded by high walls made of white stone forming a perfect circle around the city with four entrances, one for each cardinal direction. Beyond the walls of the castle city lie several small villages and farms which, despite the best efforts of the royal military, are often plagued by bandits and thieves out to steal whatever they can. Some of them do so because they enjoy it, others do it to spite the king.

Today such an event is occurring.

Seeing the strangers, dressed in their fine armor and riding noble looking steeds this group of bandits believed them to be knights, perhaps messengers from another land here to speak with the king. While some of the highwaymen in this are were quite clever it was obvious the leader of this particular group had more muscle than mind. His name was Thud, son of a giant and orc pairing. Standing nine feet tall and weighting somewhere in the neighborhood of six hundred pounds, all muscle, he wore bits of steel armor that were obviously too small for him, held together with strips of leather and chains. On his shoulder rested a club, which was really just a tree he had knocked over and whittled one end down to make a handle out of.

"You there, in your finemail!" Thud calls out as his men spread out behind him like a fan, numbering about twenty all together. "This is a toll road, and if you know what's good for you, you'll be handing over anything of value you have." The half-giant says, his voice a rumble of thunder, but slurred slightly, showing he might not be all there mentally.

Before Thud or any of his men could actually begin forcing Dragonmiir and his companions to hand anything over, there was a series of twangs and several of the bandits fell, almost as one. The rest turned around, looking for whoever had done this. "Archers!" One man calls out, pulling a bolt out of another man only to take on to the chest. Another round of bolts cuts down yet more men, leaving only a handful who abandon their leader and take off into the woods. A bolt hits Thud in the leg and he bellows in pain, but then a flash of understanding hits him and he too takes off, shaking his club at the lot of them.

"Our apologies for this interruption of your journey," A man says, wearing steel armor baring the Hawklight crest on his chest, as he steps out of a thicket with six other men following. "We've been after that brute and his men for weeks now, and while we have cut his numbers down I am sorry you had to be involved as a distraction." The man pauses for a moment, both to put away his crossbow and to look the group over. "I'm not sure who you are but...I have seen enough royalty in my day. Please, follow us into the city. I think the king should like to see you...if this will not detour you too far from your goal, of course."

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Vyndran was barely aware of what was going on around him now. It seemed the dwarves had taken care of his request to begin escorting the villagers away, that was what mattered second most to him. Foremost on his mind at the moment was Fran, who had succumbed to what he called the Mist Blindness. If he couldn't calm her down and get her away she would likely parish this night.

"Do not worry about us. People like Fran and I walk this earth knowing that each step may be our last. If you must help, help the villagers because none of them are ready to take their last step just yet!" Vyndran calls out to Violet as she asks him what to do. Sheathing his sword he quickly swings his mandolin around with practiced ease and begins to strum a few cords, casting a simple spellsong of sleep, targeting Fran. As the melody catches up to the elven woman she would see a soft blue mist rising up all around her as the songspell soothed her soul, putting her at ease. Slinging the instrument onto his back once more once the spell had taken hold, Vyndran dashes over and grabs Fran in one arm and her sword in his free hand. Slipping it into her sheath he lifts her into his arms and begins to retreat.

While the spellsong of sleep was targeting Fran, many of the lesser demons within earshot of the melody fall asleep as well right where they are. While it was just a simple spell itself, the bond between Vyndran and Fran made his magic stronger, and vice versa. This would be enough to bring her out of her berserker mode so they could get away.

Zanarok only blinks a few times as the spellsong hits him, looking from one elf to the other before smirking and watching as they run from him. He had no reason to fight cowards. Anyone who ran, so long as they had no connection to the artifact he was looking for, would be allowed to live a little longer. However, there was a whiff of neathersteel on these two, and so as he watches the bard carry off the rare female elf, he raises one clawed hand and shadows begin to swirl around his fingers like snakes. Curling his fingers into a fist he creates a black ball about two inches across and, opening his hand once more, it shoots out, aimed right for Vyndran's spine.

Before the black magic can hit a bright light shines down on the village from high above them, and the sounds of beating wings as well as the cry of a creature can be heard. Anyone who looked up would see Samuel riding towards Zanarok, sword drawn and glowing brightly, dispelling his dark magic.

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Violet was low down when The Bard said that he and his friend were going to be alright, and that it should help with getting the villagers out. Violet thought this was unfair, as it wanted to help destroy the things that were going after the humans it grew to love somewhat. However, this was his saying, so violet nodded its head, and turned in the other direction and began to run, looking for any survivors. This trip seemed somewhat dangerous, as some demons remained, again dispatched by Violet’s tails.

The tavern seemed to be clear, so Violet went to look for Miss Frana. Her house was close to the edge of the city, with a great view of the apple trees during summer. When violet got there, the house was gone, burned down. Violet wanted to scream, but couldn’t find its voice. It quickly began to dig through the ashes, somewhat burning its paws, but not to any great degree. This proved fruitless as well, as Violet couldn’t find any sign of a body, when something shiny caught it eye. It was a plain golden chain with a small green gem in it. It was Miss Frana’s, always around her neck. Violet took the necklace, and after some fiddling got it around its neck.

Violet wanted to shift into a bird and fly away, but instead, it noticed a human walking. It appeared to be a teenage boy, slowly shuffling towards the village exit, away from the party that was escaping. Deciding this was the person it was supposed to help, Violet ran over to the human.

Its paws were a little burned, and it would heal, but walking did carry some pain. Violet now wanted to be held, if only because this reminded it of when its pack got attacked; fire, screaming, and no one. When Violet finally got to the person, Violet got in front of the teenager. A quick read of the face told Violet that this was like the way it made itself look when human, almost impossible to tell between the genders, but Violet decided on female.

“You’re going the wrong way.” Violet said in a soft voice, in case any demons should attack suddenly, “The others are heading in the other way, we should turn around.” Again, Violet spoke in simple terms, and after a moment, it placed one of its shrunken tails inside the human’s hand and wrapped around, like another hand holding it, except in tail form. Violet then began to walk slowly, leading the way it saw the others go in. “Are you alright? If not, I can carry you if you want.” It said and smiled small.