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Darin val Nyer

I figure that I haven't wiped out a village in long enough, so the way you guys tend to attract violent attention... Count me in.

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a character in “Peace or Freedom?”, as played by Cypher

Description

ImageName: Darin val Nyer
Age: 30 (looks a bit older than that)
Gender: Male
Race: Dinlander. A near-human race of warriors noted for impressive strength and a superhuman healing factor, being able to bounce back from severe wounds within a matter of days (although piercing their heart/hacking their head off/generally-anything-that-would-instantly-kill-a-normal-man will still have him down for eternity). Revere the Magispirits as minor deities.
Description: Darin is a tall, well-built man with fair skin and black hair. He's settled at around 5'8" (a source of endless chagrin for him; being a good five inches shorter than the average wandering swordsman of lore), with most of that height being focused in his long, lanky legs. His torso is covered by well-toned, sleek musculature, his skin remarkably unblemished by a sword's bite. His arms are well-toned in contrast to his legs, and he has managed to retain all ten fingers by a long stretch of miracles. His hair is black and scraggly, falling over his one scar - a jagged line from the lower right corner of his face, up across his left eye to his left temple, leaving him blind in one eye. His face is perpetually dusted with a shadow of a beard, although it never seems to get to any unmanageable length despite his attempts to grow it out farther.

He dresses simply but noticeably, with a black and red tunic, brown flared pants, open brown shoes (a choice of footwear that has earned him the somewhat embarrassing epithet "Darin the Fancy") and a brown, waist-length, collared cloak. He wears a belt with various scrolls and such on it, and carries a small traveling pack with him, containing a water horn, a wineskin, a bedroll and (usually) a few days' worth of food.

Equipment: He carries a sword, two-handed, the victor of many battles both before and after it came into Darin's ownership. He also carries several small throwing knives, although they see little use in comparison to the sword. There is the aforementioned list of living supplies and his clothing as well, but none of that is very interesting, is it? Besides, it's already been mentioned.

Spells/Magic: None at all!

Skills/Strengths: Although not quite the 'master' he has been touted as in the past, Darin is an incredibly adept swordsman despite the size and unwieldiness of his blade (perhaps due to an enchantment that makes it lighter, or perhaps he's just that cool). He is fairly accurate with a throwing knife as well. He can carry heavy loads long distances seemingly without complaint, seemingly in possession of strength well beyond what his frame should be capable of. He's also quite the charming and smooth talker, having gotten out of a great many sticky situations on wit and guile alone.

Weaknesses/Shortcomings: First off, the no magic thing. Darin has no ability to tap into his own mana pool, giving him a significant disadvantage in long-range battles (also given his severely limited depth perception, which has led to several... interesting circumstances). Also, there's the small matter of his, er, psychotic episodes.

Yes, our Darin, when wounded, or angered enough, temporarily loses his mind and goes completely kill-crazy. That 'wiped out a village' quip wasn't an exaggeration, he has actually slaughtered the whole population of at least two, perhaps three small towns during a particularly violent break, before succumbing to his wounds and falling unconscious. Although these breaks give him access to an improved healing factor and pain threshold, he is still basically human - hack off a limb or cut out his internal organs or behead him and he's going to die. There's also the added bonus of his temporarily forgetting who's on his side. He'll take a swing at anybody if they're inside the arc of his sword swing.

Personality: He's actually a pretty nice guy. He's unassuming, simple and charming, preferring the company of a warm body (usually Elven), a warm fire and a warm skin of wine. Talkative and funny, he never seems to really get angry at anything petty, and is openly affectionate with those around him. He stays close to his friends no matter what, but sometimes things can get complicated. This is only one side of the coin that is Darin. The other one is the berserker side; the shouting, raging, violent psychopath that emerges seemingly out of nowhere and leaves only when the energy is expended in Darin's body. It is a beast that is motivated only by bloodshed and pain, and deep down, fear - Darin's rational mind, being dragged along for the ride, deeply afraid for its life, afraid of harming his friends, afraid of what will happen when he surfaces again - or indeed, if he will surface again.

In short, he's a good guy, really.

Just don't piss him off.

History: Hailing from the frozen north, where the elements have started going wonky due to the Magispirits having been genocided upon, the Dinlander are a normally peaceful folk with a propensity for producing incredibly powerful mercenaries - what of the stories of Ulig Bloodletter, or Ogi the Tiger Claw, or Merciless Dinnir?

Having been raised on these stories, and trained to be a town guard from a young age, Darin was secretly bound to become like one of these great warlords. From a young age he started taking lessons to tap into the berserker rage of his people; but, unfortunately, he decided to use it on a few bandits robbing a shop before he had perfected them.

By sunrise the village was in flames and a 24-year-old Darin was fleeing south. The next six years were spent suppressing this proto-berserker and making a living as a sellsword and wandering mercenary, only accidentally wiping out one more village in the process, and that was in the midst of a Magispirit hunt, so it was forgivable... Right?

Eventually he got wind of the campaign being led for the Soul Magispirit and decided to join in.

(Black and gold. Red for the other half, although that's a given. Also brown because that's what red fades to.)

So begins...

Darin val Nyer's Story

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Speaking of dangerous humans...

"Oh, there once was a lady from Leya,
For a pence and a half she would see ya,
Meet her out on the grass,
She'd share of her glass,
Then she'd take off her pants and she'd--
"

Darin val Niyar stopped on the forest path suddenly, balancing his blade on his shoulder. Silently, he contemplated why he'd never had a sheath commissioned for it. The blade balancing there was intimidating and all, yes, but it was a pain to have it there all the time. Not to mention the only way you could hold it was with the edge basically embedded in your shoulder; a position not given to improving the longevity of even the toughest cloak. As a matter of fact...

Darin reached down to his coin purse and slipped his hand inside the small pouch, removing his whole massive life savings of... Two coppers.

"Oh yeah, I spent all of my money on food." Darin intoned quietly, shaking his head. At least the meal had been worth it. He sighed and smiled softly, and continued off down the road, his shoes drifting across the surface of the sucking mud on the path, skirting the outer edge of the road so as not to become bogged down in it. He'd hitched a ride with a caravan on the way out, but inclement weather had bogged the caravan down at one point too many and so, being the chivalrous soul that he was, Darin helped pull the large ox-cart out of the mire and promptly set out again on foot.

Once he'd gotten to the forest, the path's condition had only worsened; in some places only a corduroy path standing between Darin's feet and a good, solid soaking. He wasn't happy with that. But he was told that the 'Gods' were meeting in this forest, and it was his obligation to follow the will of the Mother Magispirit -- even if he didn't want to; for the Dinlanders, an order from one of the Mothers was tantamount to receiving a vision from God.

So he walked. And walked. And walked some more.

Eventually the path meandered slowly past a lake, around which were gathered what he imagined to be his party. Well, there wasn't much else they could be. Why else would an elf, a girl with vibrant blue hair and an eight-year-old child be gathered around a lake in the middle of the woods? It was either the fact that they were Magispirits (barring the elf), or this was one strange family dynamic.

Darin delicately stepped off the path and over a stream, making sure his shoes were never submerged (wet feet caused gangrene; gangrene caused amputations, and Darin was quite fond of dancing), and made his way towards the group. Once he drew close, he stabbed his sword into the ground and moved in unarmed, his hands raised. "Yes, yes, I know, I look human," he said nonchalantly, "But it's a Dinlander here under this handsome face and fair complexion. Darin val Nyer." He bowed deeply, throwing his cloak over one shoulder. "The Mother sent me to accompany you on this journey."

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Waterlily nodded. If she didn't see anyone, then either no one else from the group was coming from that direction, at least - whichever direction she had come from - or somehting had happened to them. At the very least, no human had crossed her path; they weren't out hunting for them today. Not yet, anyway. She paused, looking up when she heard more footsteps. She watched him curiously, knowing even as she did that this was what had helped cause the death of so many magisprits; the ones that were old enough to understand couldn't avoid wanting to be closer to the males, which only made it easier for humans to hunt. 'No,' she told herself firmly in her head, repeating it until it sank in completely. 'No distractions; only the mission. Maybe...after...no. Can't even think about it until it is over...'

She was a little more wary when she finally did notice the sword over his shoulder, but that was soon stabbed into the ground. An ally, then. And he introduced himself as such, too. She nodded to him as she had to the elf, although her face wasn't quite as wary towards him. She silently cursed herself, then smiled at him. She only shot a questioning glance at the elf when she referred to him as human.

But he corrected her, so she left it alone. She nodded to him. "It's good to have another in our group; power in numbers." Which was why most groups of magisprits lived like they did; in groups. "Well, that makes two that have introduced themselves. That would be Nel, back there...she's looking forward to a game of tag. I'm Waterlily, although," she paused, glancing at the dinlander before back to the ground, "Lily would work, too." She shrugged off her sudden shyness and looked back up, between the elf and the dinlander. "It's nice to meet the both of you." 'No distractions,' she reminded herself silently, preventing herself from looking up at the dinlander again. She couldn't afford distractions. Still, she glanced up long enough to note that he had put his feet in the water, boots and cloak set aside. She turned her attention to the discarded garments; less of a distraction that way.

She had to lok up again, though, when he called her and Nel gods. She shook her head. "No...not gods...we're not...quite that powerful, really. We were created by them, yes; assigned to prevent chaos, yes; but not real, true gods."

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Azha walked quickly through the forest. She hadn't made up as many miles as she had meant to the other day and now was off course and late. Of course, if she'd had a little bit of a warning that she was going on this journey she might have had more time to prepare. But nope, the black scale and the magispirit had decided to tell her two days before she was supposed to be at the lake. How was that for a warning? Sure she could travel fast, but it wasn't like she had wings. Now she was late, and pretty sure that if she didn't hurry up she'd miss her opportunity to meet up with the group. She'd be lucky if they hadn't already left. Az avoided the path as she walked in case any stray humans were on it. Sure she could defend herself, but fire didn;t mix well with forests. So Az stuck ten feet to the right of the path and just walked through the woods.

Finally, Az came to a stop at a lake around which were gathered several magi spirits, an elf, and a human male. She listened to their conversation for a few moments before she was able to glean that the male was in fact not quite human. That was good, Az would have been hard pressed not to kill the guy in his sleep if he was human. As it was she was going to have a hard enough time pretending she wanted peace with the humans.

Azha stepped in between the trunks of two intertwining trees. Leaning her back against the right tree she watched how the group interacted and waited for someone to notice her. It was pretty hard not to notice Azha when she wan't wearing a cloak, what with the red scales and eyes. But the group seemed pretty immersed in each other so when the magi spirit called waterlily spoke up saying, "Well...it seems we've all introduced ourselves but myself and our elven friend here." She guestured to the young air magisprit. "She goes by Nel, and I'm Waterlily. Lily will work, too, I suppose..." Azha decided to introduce herself.

Waiting till the elf had finished speaking Az stepped out of the trees and said, "Actually, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Azha." She said grinning. It was meant to be a friendly grin, but with her pointed teeth it probably looked a bit... menacing."

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"Lily, then," he intoned, gazing up into the sky (and tactfully avoiding the sun). "Pleasure to meet you. And Nel, too."

He chuckled a bit when he thought about the mention of 'power in numbers'. Yes, it was good to have a sizable party. But at the same time, if the party became too large, it would be noticeable. And even with an elf, two Magispirits and the best damn swordsman to ever grace Ritnia it would be difficult to fight an army. 'Again,' Darin thought to himself, his face showing some chagrin. "Well, I count at least six of us in the party right now. Elves and Dinlanders count double." He smiled, glancing over at Lily and Nel, then closed his eyes and relaxed for a second, responding to the next statement in a sort of low singsong voice.

"Yeaaah, well try telling that to fifteen hundred years of seers and tribal elders who have trained themselves to believe that and founded an entire belief system around that. Probably wouldn't go over too well, the Seers' Guard... Well," he cleared his throat. "They, er, don't take kindly to blasphemers, especially ones that claim to be Magispirits themselves." He sighed. "Not a friendly bunch, the seers. Bunch of old stodges, if you ask me. Always 'maintain the balance' this and 'protect the goddesses' that. Hmph."

He heard Marielle speak next and turned his head to the side, smiling with a small degree of levity. "Could be," he said said with a lightly sarcastic tone, "that we're all deeply jealous of how much more beautiful you are than us and that leads us to violent acts." He shrugged. "Or it could be that you've been on a decades-long crusade against what my people consider to be the incarnation of god on earth to bulk up your own magic. Which is kind of cheating, since not too many Dinlanders have access to magic anyways -- can you imagine what would happen if all of them just suddenly started being able to hurl fireballs?" He laughed. "It'd be chaos right off the bat."

"No, probably for the best that I'm here," Darin finished. Then promptly started again, sitting up slightly, propping himself on his forearms. "Come to think of it," he added, "you haven't introduced yourself, ma'am. And I'd hate to refer to you as 'she of the pointy ears' for the rest of this journey."

And then there was a voice! From behind! Darin quickly and adeptly... Lazily flailed out of the water and stood on the grass, barefoot, going for his throwing knives - but that proved to be unnecessary. He dropped his hand from his back, staring at the Drakii. They were rare beasts even in this land; but in Dinlander territory, where reptiles feared to tread for the constant freezing temperatures and foot after foot of snowfall, Drakii were a legend, unheard of. And yet, here one was.

"Azha, right?" He said, rolling the name over in his mouth. "Darin val Nyar, Dinlander swordsman. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." He gave a smaller bow before returning to a sitting position and placing his feet in the lake once more.

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Songrose shook her head, but let it slide. Really, if they wanted to support the magisprits, they'd accept the truth for what it is, not call them gods. Ah well; that argument was for another time. She looked back as she heard another voice, then glanced at the dinlander as he put his feet back in the water. "Azha; seems like you were hiding there for a while...I mean...you already heard me introducing myself and everyone else, too." she hated doing things more than once, especially more than twice. This made their group larger by one, although she disagreed about elves and dinlanders as two people each. She looked over the entire group.

"...Well...I suppose we might get going soon...I mean...the human village is pretty close...but we still have a ways to walk to get there...and if we don't want to be caught in a hunting trip, we should go soon. I mean..." Humans bothered her a bit, especially their males. They seemed to be more aggressive towards the magisprits. She didn't even want to go into their village to convince them otherwise...but she needed to go. She didn't have much of a choice, since the Mother Magisprit had sent her. Perhaps she'd just find someone to cling to...or just stay near the group. ...Or one of the group. 'No distractions!'


She paused, however, as Nel started running away with the idea of being a goddess, and tackled Darin. She paled slightly, then flushed. "Nel! We're magisprits! And goddesses don't tackle people like that. Really?!" She hated scolding her like this, and it barely even came out as a scolding. She was half-laughing...but also half embarrassed. For her to make magisprits seem like that! Well...maybe they all were when they were young, but not everyone needed to know that. And she had been chosen for this trip, too! She had figured she might behave a bit better.

"...She's not bothering you too much...is she, Darin?" She figured it wouldn't hurt him too much, really. He seemed strong enough to deal with it, and he was a dinlander. But still, that had to be irritating. "Come on, Nel; it's okay to play games, but you shouldn't tackle people like that...

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Az smiled as the tiny magi spirit called Nel ran around the clearing in an excited burst of energy. Little kids were adorable, and the little air magi spirit was certainly no exception. Az couldn't help but laughing as Nel lept on to the back of the Dinlander. Just because he wasn't entirely human didn't mean she had to like him. Az didn't know much about the Dinlanders. As a general rule Drakii didn't like the cold. Sure the occasional white scale would venture north, but red scales avoided it like the plague. Smiling at Nel she gave a thumbs up of a approval and turned to listen as Lily began to speak.

human city. Wow, they really weren't waisting time with this whole "make peace deal." She'd at least hoped for a few days spent traveling in the forest, but oh well, such was her lot. The magi spirit looked a little freaked out about the prospect herself, but it wasn't Az's job to console her so she didn't try. Sh nodded and replied to the magi spirit, "All right. To the human city it is. Do you have any specific plan for how were going to go about this?"

Az really hoped the Magi spirit had some plan of attack. She didn't think just walking into the town would be the best idea. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy fighting humans, but nearby a town the results could prove disastrous. As the magi spirit tried to calm down her younger counter part Az added with only a bit of laughter, "Nel, that looks like an excellent game you should continue to play."

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"Well, Nel," Darin intoned, "I wouldn't say goddess, but -- ah damn, she's gone." Darin shrugged, staring into the peaceful water of the lake. Things were calm, for now. The birds were singing, the sun was out and there hadn't been any travelers on the road to attack the magispirits, which meant that for now he could just sit back and relax. He didn't get to do that very often, a sellsword's life was often dominated by two things: violence, and walking somewhere to make more violence. Sitting and taking a few breaths to himself was a nearly foreign concept to him, as was settling down. He took a second to look over at his comrades and his charge, his eyes lingered on Lily. She had seemed to be avoiding looking at him; he contemplated why -

Thump

"OOPH" Darin suddenly felt forty or fifty pounds of Magispirit ram into his back at half the speed of sound. He immediately felt his body be lifted forward off the ground, and then promptly thrown into the water. He barely even had time to react as a very startled fish darted away from his head, then he was suddenly waterborn. In the shallows, Darin's eyes gazed into the depths of the lake. His face wasn't amused. As he surfaced again, Nel latched onto his back. Darin looked over one shoulder to see some of Nel's form perched on his back, and felt her head resting on top of his. He made an annoyed face and gave a little sigh, then turned towards Lily again.

"Nah, it's alright. I've been hit harder, and I've been thrown into deeper lakes." Nevertheless, his sopping form didn't look very happy. He moved his hands behind his back and lifted Nel away, just in time to hear Az make a snide comment. He smiled a little mean-spiritedly and plopped Nel onto the Drakii's shoulders.

"I believe this is yours," he grunted, before drying himself off with his cloak and refastening it about his shoulders. He'd caught the bit about the human city before he was underwater. He could only see this ending badly, but it was his duty to follow. He pulled his socks and shoes back on, and lifted his sword to his shoulder.

"Alright, if we're going, let's go. I don't want to be caught in the woods after sundown."

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"Hee-hee!" Nel giggled as Darin passed her off to the Drakii. "You think so? Yay! Nel will call it Tackle-Tag, and we can all play it together!" The lively spirit fidgeted a bit as she spoke, then dropped to the ground. Azha was a bit on the uncomfortably spiky side, a fact Nel didn't spend much time thinking about, and thus did not realize was unusual in the least. Trotting over to the Dinlander once more, she looked intently up at him, as though trying to read his thoughts or some such. Her actual intent might soon be realized as the water soaking the mercenary's clothes began to evaporate swiftly. The Velocity Manipulator had warped the natural chemical order to speed up the evaporation process, thereby causing the sellsword to dry out within a few minutes of intense staring. Finally, Nel stopped, and, grinning, bounced up into the air and plopped down gently on Darin's back once more, grinning cheerfully. It seemed that his offhand comment about revering Magispirits as Gods had caused Nel to immediately decide that "Arin" was her new best friend/pony.

"Nel is sorry about making you go splash!" The enthusiastic spirit said breezily in what was apparently supposed to be a sort of apology. It seemed that she had taken his passing her off as some sort of indicator that she was too heavy, however, as she suddenly seemed nigh weightless. The cause of this was that she was manipulating the speed at which gravity pulled her down to be close to zero, causing her weight to drop significantly. At most, it was like having a small, bouncing pillow strapped to the Dinlander's back. Nel was quite comfortable in her little perch, as the sellsword's thick clothing gave her an easy handhold, allowing her to hang onto him quite easily, while also providing her with a comfortable amount of padding to cling to.

"We're gonna have an adventure? Nel likes adventures! Let's go, let's go! Go, Arin~, go!" She declared in her usual sing-song voice, clearly ecstatic at the prospect of some fun.

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Waterlily sighed. Nel was proving to be much more active than she had thought. She glanced over the group briefly, then shook her head. "Well...I'm not trying to rush or take control...I mean, if anyone wants to wait and see if others come...or if we want to move on...I'm only offering suggestions..." She glanced briefly at Darin, covered in water, then to the young magisprit on the Drakii's shoulders. "Honestly, Nel; please try not to make so much noise! Do you want to bring humans here?"

Still, her energetic behavior had given her a reason to look at the male again. But she quickly diverted her attention. "Umm...if you'd like...it'd be easy enough for me to get the water off of you...water magisprit, you know..." After all, they were going to be traveling together; they needed to know they could help each other out, right? Even if it was something small, it was a start. Chances were things were going to get much more difficult, and they were going to need help even more then. Chances were, they'd be needing healing, and that was her one area of expertise. Anyway, he didn't seem too happy about it. But then Nel was making the water evaporate quickly, and so her offer was pretty much useless now. Either way, she had offered.

"You should ask before using powers on people, even if it is to help people out, Nel. It's more polite. Anyway, I'm just happy there's more than just me and Nel traveling like this. A pair of magisprit wouldn't get far on their own..."

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'Oh boy. "Tackle-Tag". My back already looks forward to it.'

Darin smiled tiredly at Nel when she spoke, then stared blankly back at her as Nel did... Whatever it was she was trying to do. Read his mind or something? Could magispirits do that? He certainly hoped they couldn't... Otherwise this adventure could get interesting fast. And not just because of the split personality currently lurking in the back of his mind, mostly because of the host of unwholesome thoughts and inner monologues that were running through it.

As the swordsman desperately tried to shield his thoughts from those around him, struck by a sudden and unnecessary burst of paranoia, Darin noticed his clothes were drying. And much quicker than they should have been, at that. How interesting. Then, suddenly, she was gone again. Instead, it felt as though someone had tied a pillow to his back. A pillow with a voice that sounded mysteriously like -- 'Ah.'

"No, no, it's fine, just... Try and warn me next time, okay, Nel?" Darin said, attempting to sound sweet and fatherly and forgiving and failing on all accounts. He ambled away from the Drakii, who made him uneasy, and went to stand by Lily, just as she started to speak. She mentioned her gratitude for having traveling companions, and Darin smiled softly, placing a hand on the magispirit's shoulder. "Hey," he said breezily, "you'd do fine if you stayed hidden. But now that you've got me around, you could easily run all the way around the world with a sign around your neck that said 'I'm a Magispirit!' and nobody would touch you."

He smiled a bit wider. "Just do me a favor and don't wander off, kay? I can't guarantee your safety if I don't know where you are."

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Az Stuck her tongue out at Darin when he dumped Nel on her back but the little girl quickly hopped off her back after discovering her shoulder horns. The girl went back to Darin, declaring that from now on the game would be called tackle tag. Azha grinned, Darin was pretty clearly not a natural mother.

"Have fun with that game, " She pointed to her shoulders, " Shoulder horns, instant protection from tackled tag." Also instant protection from hugs, which kind of sucked... Not that she wanted a hug from Darin. She didn't. He was obnoxious, unmotherly, and human-like. But hey, if there was a cute Drakii guy along the route...

Az shook her head, if there was a cute Drakii guy along the route her first priority wouldn't be to flirt. It would be to tell him the plan, and then maybe flirt a bit. She smiled mischievously as she noticed that Darin had edged away from her. Perhaps he was starting to get the message...

She raised her eyebrows when he spouted off the cheesy line about protecting the water lily. Well, well, well... The "god" and her disciple hmmm? It was fine by her, if those two like each other she was all for it. Of course, that didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun with them.

After Darin's line about "nobody will touch you" Az let out an obviously fake cough and muttered, "Nobody but him."

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Waterlily glanced at the hand at her shoulder, gave him a brief sile, then looked up at Nel. "I'm sure that much is true; I already wear that sign, anyway. What human has blue hair?" She shook her head, glancing back down at the ground. She glanced at Az as she coughed, and it was pretty much obvious that she didn't really need to cough. While she couldn't hear her muttering, she assumed it was about her, or the fact that Darin had moved closer to her. Either way, she wasn't going to let it bother her.

"Nel's more likely to run off; trying to find more playmates, or play tag...or tackle-tag, I guess..." She looked back to Az. Perhaps instant protection from tackle-tag, but not so much from wind-tag, if Nel ever learned that one. Maybe she'd teach it to her later. She glanced around the group again, allowing herself to only briefly smile at darin and Nel again, before looking towards the village. "Well...let's go, then. We certainly aren't going to learn anything by sitting here...or get anywhere..." And they certainly weren't going to accomplish their mission by staying in Nel's forest.

She paused, though, realizing that someone was missing. "...Where did our elven friend go? Marielle?"

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"Ah ha ha," Darin guffawed. He was obviously faking the laughter, along with the expression of complete levity. "You're such a card, Az, I can tell we're going to get along juuust fine over the next few weeks."

He rolled his eyes and took his hand down from Lily's shoulder. He briefly looked her over and tilted his head, then looked away again. She was quite attractive, now that he thought about it, but such a thing was a subject to be brought up at a very different time from now; perhaps over dinner at the next town. Although the Magispirit made a good point. Her hair and her top both made it tremendously obvious that she was a Magispirit. Bringing her into town like this would be a painfully obvious sign that everyone should kill them with various and sundry pointy objects. He thought about it for a second, then went into his backpack.

"Not that it's likely to change things," Darin said, "but you're going to want to throw something less conspicuous on, now that you mention it." He drew a spare tunic from his pack. It was roughspun cotton, light brown in color. Unassuming, simple, functional -- and perfect for blending in. He pulled a felt cap out of the same pack and offered them both to Lily.

"So we don't all die," he said, giving her a light smile. "That, and it's a better solution than rubbing dirt or charcoal into your face."

The trees rustled nearby, and Marielle alighted in the center of the group. "Yeah, we're moving fairly soon," Darin grunted, shutting his pack. "Seems like since Lily knows the way, she'll be leading off."

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Waterlily frowned at the tunic he pulled from his pack. The clothing that would help her blend in was just so...restraining. Magisprits were free spirits, bound only by their elements, and their Mother Magisprit. Such clothing got caught in the tight trees of the forest, and restricted movement in the water, especially when she wanted to dance. But, she supposed, it was a good idea. She glanced at Nel, and nodded to her. "And her? Her hair color isn't exactly normal, and her clothing might make her look like a noble's child." She reluctantly pulled the tunic on over her top, frowning irritably at the cap as she did. She made sure most of her hair was stuffed into the back of the tunic; it was too long to pull into the cap.

She glanced around, then shrugged and started walking. "..You don't think the humans there would suspect too much...would they? I mean...even if I wasn't a magisprit, a drakii, an elf, a dinlander, a child, and a human would make for an odd traveling group, wouldn't it? It is a rather small village...for a human home, anyway. A magisprit family would never get that big..." She shuddered at the thought. Not only would there be humans there, but so many of them! She glanced down at her clothing, noting how much it would have clashed with her usual theme of blue.

"...Can't we just get this over with...this is too far from home...and too much adventure for me...all at once..."



Aaren paused, looking curiously over the footprint he had found. He assumed it was a magisprit; who else walked around in the middle of the woods barefoot? Surely they weren't far now. It didn't seem so old. He glance around briefly, then back to his most recent traveling companion. "Looks like a magisprit to me...what do you think?" If it was, then they might already be so close to their objective. Granted, he had no way of knowing if it was a water magisprit, or plant, or animal, or any of the various types.

But at least he had found the trail. And that led them closer to the death of a magisprit. He was an experienced fighter, but had never once been hunting for magisprits before. But his elf companion had said she had killed a Mother Magisprit before; and they were much more powerful than the other magisprits. So hunting down an ordinary magisprit must be nothing to her, he figured. "Let's get this over with...so we can move on to the next one..."

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"Mm? Nel?" With her weight having been reduced so significantly, Darin had almost completely forgotten her existence. Now, though, he remembered that there was an air Magispirit perched on his shoulders, which was a rather difficult place to hide someone. "Well, I don't have another spare hat and tunic..." He scratched his chin, his fingers absently finding their way to the scar on his face. A few moments passed in silence as the low breeze blew across the field.

"Oh, I've got it." Darin grinned at his own creativity. He quickly removed his backpack and cloak and laid them on the ground, then promptly lifted Nel off of the ground and plopped her on the cloak for a second. He shifted some of the stuff in his backpack and then unceremoniously gathered the air Magispirit's clothes about her and stuffed her into the backpack, leaving her head and neck poking out of the opening while her torso and legs, stuck in the fetal position, were hidden inside. He lifted the lighter pack to his back and promptly shouldered it, then fastened his cloak about his shoulders, still smiling at his thought process.

"This is about the most brilliant thing I've ever done in my life; thank the gods my pack is fairly spacious," Darik intoned. He lowered his voice and cast his eyes at Marielle briefly before looking back to Lily. "That and this arrangement will keep the small ones quiet -"

Footsteps on the path. Darik's ear perked up. Low voices. "Let's get this over with..." one of them said, or something like that. Darik removed his pack and left it next to Lily, giving her a serious look.

"Stay here. Keep an eye on the others. Everyone else, come on." With that said, Darik lifted his sword to his shoulder and made his way back onto the path, heading for the source of the voices. He eventually wandered across them - a man and a girl, an elf. Darik grimaced inwardly. He hated fighting elves; they were so goddamn quick. Outwardly, he looked like he was just another traveler.

"Hail, gentleman, lady. Stopping to rest for a spell?" Darik's voice held no incredulity, but his eyes were sharp, and he was looking for a threat. He was really, really hoping he didn't find one.

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Darin looked across the group as Marielle appeared at his side. Inwardly he was thankful for the support, should things come to blows. He made a slight motion with the hilt of her sword, giving a quiet order to keep back. She noticed the territoriality the two elves had displayed against each-other, Marielle shoving her breasts out and sucking in her chest to look more competent in comparison. Darin had no such necessity; he had a sword that was almost as tall as he was and a quarter his weight, and a superhuman healing factor, and -- if things got too bad -- a crazed berserker lurking somewhere in the black reaches of his skull.

He took a few steps forward, ignoring the mud sucking at his shoes. "Just passing through?" Darin said. "Might want to find the road that leads around this way, then. Bandits down this road." He swept his cloak aside and turned. "They took my pack, and about half of her clothes, by the looks of things." He squinted his eyes, as if trying to remember exactly what happened. "Perhaps... A dozen of them, maybe less." He shrugged. "And you two look like the sort that could carry yourselves in a fight, but I wouldn't try and take on so many at once."

He crossed his arms at her 'business' comment, his sword hanging lightly in front of him. "Business? You're implying that she..." He looked over at Mirielle. "... And I? Were... Consummating?" He let out a loud laugh then, doubling over at the waist. "Oh, that is a funny claim, miss!" He pulled himself up to his regular height. "I'm a Dinlander, good madame! I would sooner bed an elf than I would stick my nethers into a pig's feeding trough." He grinned. "And I imagine the feeding trough would be a better experience.

"No, best that you turn back before going any farther." The Dinlander grunted, raising his sword to his shoulder. "The roads are getting hairy in these tough times. Wouldn't want you and your mate there to come to any harm." He had just turned Tarwethial's barb back at her - hopefully the comment would sting her deeper than it supposedly had him. In actuality, Darin preferred elves. They were all... Bendy. Whereas this elf didn't look the sort to sleep with a mere human. The thought made it seem like her very eyes would burn out at the thought.

"But if you're just resting, I suppose you wouldn't mind if we two were to sit a spell and rest with you? Perhaps exchange tales from the road? It's been a long journey for Marielle and I, and after that experience back there, I could use a rest and a quick bite, perhaps." Darin smiled charmingly. He gestured for Marielle to step up to his side.

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Aaren nodded, listening to the more experienced elf. Clearly she knew what she was doing, much better than he did. A water magisprit, easy to kill, lived close to water. They had to be close, then; they had already seen a few lakes and a stream in the forest. The problem was finding out which one they needed to keep her from, really. He froze and looked up, though, when he heard another voice. He stiffened, one hand automatically moving to touch the blade of the sword on his back, ready to move up to grab it for a fight. But the elf, Tarwethial, made a motion for him to be quiet; she would handle it.

He listened carefully, noting that this human also had an elf with him. However, he soon revealed himself to be a dinlander, and not a human. Maybe the elf had noticed, but he certainly hadn't. And, even as he listened, he could find no difference between himself and this man; he could pass for a human anywhere, really. How could a dinlander be too much different from a human, if they looked so similar? He glanced away at the trees nearby when the dinlander suggested that they were mates, biting his tongue. He turned his attention back to the dinalnder and his elven companion.

"Actually, we're in something of a rush. I hope you can understand, but we've got somewhere we need to be. Bandits don't worry me too much." While his own sword wasn't quite as large as the dinlanders, it was still a pretty big sword, and he still needed both hands to wield it. But even so, he knew what he was doing, and was confident he could handle it if things turned around. He reached up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck, but only so that his hand was closer to the hilt of the sword, rather than the blade, if these two turned out to be trouble.

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"A game sounds fun," Nel said cheerfully. "But Nel is in a bag right now. Maybe Nel can hide here?" Gesturing downward, she pointed out the sack she now occupied. She had been set down a bit behind a few bushes, and with her face turned rearward, so she couldn't see what was going on. She could, however, hear the people who had just started talking. They said strange things which Nel didn't exactly understand, but something about them told her that they weren't nice people. Their voices, perhaps. Either way, she didn't like the sound of whoever had just showed up, and so decided that it would be in everyone's best interest if she just stayed down for the time being. Dropping her head down halfway into the bag, she peered nervously over the rim of it. They hadn't seemed to have noticed her due to the broad frame of Darin blocking her from view as he entered the path, so it looked like she was safe for now...

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"I would heartily suggest against that, stranger." Darin grunted at the man. He was starting to get a little frustrated inwardly. This obstinate bastard was a threat to the mission, however insignificant, and they hadn't even gotten moving yet. Not to mention the only defense that the party had, should things get rusty, was Azha, and she looked apt to up and run off at any moment. If she hadn't already, of course, which was damned awful likely.

"They look like ex-military types; rough ones. The kind not even a guy with a blade like yours would want to dance with." He gestured with his free hand towards the stranger's sword. It was fairly large, but Darin's was bigger. Probably lighter, too, if he thought about it. He tried to remain somewhat nonchalant, but he made the suggestion that Marielle arm herself anyhow, very subtly gesturing again with the hilt of his sword. As loath as Darin was to think about it, this was probably going to end in blows, and he was going to make damn sure that his group was the one who ended it, even if they didn't start it.

Darin planted his blade in the soft earth of the path. "I would really suggest," he said, his face grim, steel glinting in his eyes, "That you turn around and go the other way. Right. Now." There was iron in his voice at the end of the statement, iron that seemed to reflect the glint of his blade, that seemed to reverberate through the forest, through the earth at their feet and the rocks beneath. He meant business now. The time for cordiality was over; either they walked away or they fought, and someone was dragged away.

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Aaren paused, noting briefly the frustration in the dinlander. He seemed awfully firm about it all. Especially since it was their safety he were concerned about, not his own. That along made little sense, unless it was some sort of ruse. What would they be trying to hide, though? And he was only getting more and more stern about the entire thing. So there was something for him to hide, it seemed. He paused for a second, then pulled the sword from his back. He glanced only briefly at Tarwethial before turning his attention to the dinlander.

"You seem awfully concerned, seeing as you only just met us. What makes you so concerned for strangers?" he asked, although he figured by then, considering the dinlanders voice, that there was something he was hiding, or protecting, and was trying to ward them off. He didn't know much about magisprits, or dinlanders really, but most people, regardless of race, were similar in some thought patterns. Lying, in prticular, to protect others.

"We can't turn back, you see. We have important business to take care of, and this path is the quickest way there. Now I would suggest you remove yourself from our path; you seem to be blocking our way, you see."

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Aaren paused, blinking as someone else came into the clearing. Who was he? He stayed a short while, talking as if no one would answer or question him, and then vanishing. It took him a moment to realize what had just happened. He turned his gaze to Darin as what he had said sank in. "You're protecting a magisprit! I suggest you move aside, now, before we have a fight here." He glanced at Tarwethial before turning his attention back to the dinlander. With irritation, he lowered his hand, the one near the sword, and started to walk past the dinlander. "You don't have anything to do with the magisprits, do you? I really don't see the point of you blocking my path."

He made to pass the dinlander. The stranger had said he'd bar his path, but he wasn't entirely sure. Sure, he seemed to have some sort of magic, but Aaren was confident in his sword, and his own ability to wield it. He kept a wary eye on the dinlander, though, more uncertain about his ability in comparison.

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Darin was about to come up with a clever response when shadows oozed into the area. They took the form of a man, and then things got bad. The guy, in one big, uninterrupted, toneless burst of information, revealed that he was sheltering Magispirits.

Darin wasn't happy.

The man at the other end of the path appeared stymied for a second as the shadow guy vanished; Darin making a mental note to just jam a sword through this damn fool's torso the next time he saw him. When Aaren spoke again, Darin said nothing, his fave crowing grimmer. The little whelp made a move to pass him--bad decision. No sooner had Aaren moved to pass the Dinlander's flank than Darin's arm shot out, catching the human swordsman hard in the throat. Daren was a blur at this moment; lifting Aaren up by the lapels of his shirt and slamming him against the nearest tree trunk before dropping him and letting him sink to the forest floor.

"Last warning." Darin said, all joviality gone from his voice now. "You and your friend turn around--now--or I kill you both here. You have thirty seconds. Go."

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Mr Destiny looked at the Heart-shaped Watch and smiled twistedly. He started walking into the direction where a fight was going on, and nothing was better then to watch a fight and maybe even mess with the ones fighting. He had always loved to mess with that kind of to mess with that kind of things. He wouldn't miss a fight at all.

As he neared, he stopped in the shadows and looked at Aaren, and Darin and smirked. He clutched the Watch close to his chest and played with it for a bit. This would be an intresting fight for sure. He just wished he had a bucket of popcorn now but he hadn't, he would get a bucket of popcorn after the fight and watch it again.

That was the fun of Time Travelling. He could do everything he wanted to do, not everything but he could mess with time as for example. He could go into the future or into the past, change a thing and come back to the present to see what had happened after he made the change. It was fun to mess with time.

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Aaren choked as the dinlander hit him in the throat, and then picked him up - and rather easily, too, it seemed to him - before slamming his back into a tree and dropping him. He sat there, on the ground, leaning against the tree, trying his hardest to catch his breath. He hadn't been thrown around before...but then, as he thought about it, he had only dealt with other humans in a fight. Maybe this would require a little more thinking before he tried this again...more planning, too. He watched Darin warily, taking deep, shaky breaths to steady himself. He was only able to offer an unsteady, lopsided grin.

"Thirty...seconds? I'll need...more than....that...to catch my...my breath. Give me... a minute...or two...then...we'll go..." he panted out, closing his eyes and turning his face up, hoping that that somehow would help his breathing. Yes, he would leave this time; he needed to plan this out more, now that he realized it was more than just the magisprits there. He was going to need more training to deal with the dinlander. ...Or maybe just to pull his sword out before trying to pass him, at least. That alone might give him a better chance, he realized. He had been foolish to think he would be stunned, as he was, and wouldn't realize he was trying to get past. No, he needed more training. After a moment, he struggled to his feet, not panting nearly as much as he had been before, but still worn. Anyway, his back hurt now, as did his throat. Recuperate, then plan and train, then try again. He gave a half-hearted wave, his lopsided grin now a glare mixed with an odd pout. He turned, feeling rather sour, and headed off in the opposite direction. As soon as he felt well enough, he'd do some more training, some more planning. In the meantime, he'd learn a bit of tracking, so he'd be able to find them again.

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Waterlily glanced over him, then to Darin. "She's Nel," she responded, since he hadn't used her name. It seemed odd to use anything but a name, or at least to ask for one so that they wouldn't need to use made-up names or descriptions. That just seemed so rude! She straightened, nodding in Samhain's direction. "And I'm Waterlily. Anyone else you want to know, you'll have to ask them." She wasn't being rude, really; she made her voice polite. She really only meant that the others could introduce themselves, if they wanted to, and she was really only going to bother with herself and Nel, seeing as they were both magisprits. "If you still want to talk, I'd suggest you follow; we've wasted enough time here."

She turned away to walk to Darin, seeing that the human and other elf had left. She hesitated before saying anything to him; he did seem to be rather upset, though she couldn't tell if it was the human who had tried to push past him, or the arrival of a being that was very similar to shadows...or just shrouded in them. "We really should be moving...we've been here in the forest for longer than we had intended. We do have a journey to finish..." She fidgeted slightly, lightly tugging at the uncomfortable tunic Darin had lent her. She wished she didn't need it, but they were supposed to be dealing with humans, after all. "Can't we just...get this whole thing over with?"