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Talael Tamira

"Things are never as simple as they seem."

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a character in “The Fall of Xamos”, as played by Hyperewok

Description

Name: Talael Tamira
Age: 170
Race: Drow
Gender: Female
Appearance:

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Young by drow standards, Talael appears to in her late twenties by a human definition of age and appearance. While not to the point of vanity, Talael takes care of her appearance as much as she can while still spending much of her time traveling. Her bluish-black skin is smooth and almost seems to fade into the shadows when it is dark and her body is lithe, built from an active lifestyle, but not muscled with any sort of regular heavy lifting. Her hair is a silvery-white, thick and braided into a long ponytail that reaches down to the middle of her back. She usually wears simple black robes while traveling, keeping her hood up to hide her drow features until she feels comfortable with her surroundings and the people there. She carries little else but a pair of concealed knives in her robes, and a knapsack with traveling essentials, a warmer set of robes and cloaks, and set of finely embroidered robes for formal occasions.

Personality: Having seen enough violence, cruelty, and conniving in her life, Talael has committed herself to striving for compassion and aid to those in need. However, her warm nature is still steeped in her drow upbringing. Her offers of friendship are to secure an ally rather than make an enemy, and she always carries a simmering fear of potential betrayal and poisoning. Talael’s strong stance of aiding and defending the innocent often leads to a fierce approach to those the cruel or oppressors. She also has an insatiable thirst for magical knowledge, coming close to a dangerous pursuit of the more powerful and darker workings of her magic. Talael has always loved the rush of power she feels from using her magic, even when rending another’s mind.
Allegiance: Having spent several decades traveling mostly across human lands, Talael is somewhat more sympathetic to them as she views the vyldkin as more barbaric and their attacks on human villages as quite detestable. However, she would prefer a negotiated peace and understands that some humans have less than honorable intentions against the vyldkin.
Skills/Abilities: Talael was born with the ‘spark’ and promptly educated in the use of magic from a young age. She is highly skilled in mental magic, from creating illusions to delving into another’s mind for secrets or simply to cause havoc. She has also had extensive training in the art of persuasion to the point where she is unflappably polite and in control, charming to potential friends and deathly calm to enemies. Talael has learned some skill in alchemy from her travels, knowing what plants are safe to eat and what sort of properties they have in potions.
Weaknesses: While robust enough to handle a life on the road, Talael is still a spellcaster at heart, lacking the training and physicality for melee combat. Her natural charm is so ingrained to the point of a tendency to manipulation, a shy smile given to anyone who seems open to her wiles for nothing else but another who will be open to her suggestions. And while peaceful and abhorrent of brute force, when pushed to violence, even if only to defend herself or others, Talael’s wrath is sudden, brutal, and final. Her most devastating mental magic risks intense feedback, more complex illusions turn into nightmarish creatures, and intense mental scrying and ravaging risk unhinging her own psyche. Her proficiency in mental magic has also greatly limited her use of the other two schools of magic to only the most basic of spells.
Bio: The eldest of several children to a prominent drow noble house, Talael was groomed from a young age to excel at what drow valued. Power and manipulation. And Talael did indeed excel at this, growing in magical prowess and more than capable of using her looks and charm to gain what she wanted. However, while she was barely an adult by drow standards, Talael’s youngest sister, still a child, abruptly died. Poison was the obvious conclusion, and Talael’s parents pursued a subtle but brutal campaign against the rival house that they assumed to be responsible. Disgusted by her own family and race, Talael fled from her home,to the place she felt farthest from her people, the surface. For decades she continued to wander, avoiding the lands of dwarves and elves, as she feared they recognize her as a drow and judge her by the reputation of her people. Instead she took to human lands in hopes of being seen more as a curiosity than a threat, and indeed Talael found the occasional compatriot in the fellow mages of the humans, and her charm has gained the friendship of people in high and low places, though she rarely remained in one place for long. Her drive for magical knowledge took her to far reaches, where she would offer help to locals in exchange for supplies or simply knowledge of rare spells and potions. More recently, Talael’s travels have brought her to the borders between the lands of humans and vyldkin, where she hopes to help prevent an expanding conflict at the source.

So begins...

Talael Tamira's Story

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Character Portrait: Talael Tamira Character Portrait: Geoffrey Ivorygate Character Portrait: Jura "Dodger" Darling Character Portrait: Beryl Shatterheart Character Portrait: Havinthir Leitni Character Portrait: Aransandorian Dwin'shadr
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After about an hour from his awkward silence with the elf, the diplomat noticed through the underbrush that they were no longer alone. From a clearing just ahead of them, two more figures emerged--one an elf like Aransandorian, the other humanesque but rather stout. Either this woman was very short for human standards or she was a dwarf... although why a dwarf was so far away from her mountain home was anyone's guess. Either way, Ivorygate was rather intrigued by the newcomers, especially when one of them seemed so out of place here in the forest.

The newcomer elf began to address Aransandorian in elvish, although this was a dialect that the ambassador had little experience with. That, coupled with the fact that the two were speaking rather quickly with one another in two completely different tones and inflections, made it all the more difficult to attempt to comprehend what they were saying to one another. The dwarf, however, was rather quiet and merely watched as the conversation unfolded, much like the other non-fheyga in the clearing. Perhaps the dwehga could make out bits and pieces, but then again, the ambassador had no way of knowing otherwise--how long had she even been on the surface? What of these newcomers? Apparently, they seemed to be fine, as Aransandorian was not attempting to murder them as he had the bandits from earlier. However, he did seem somewhat distant... maybe that ennui was just a part of who he was as a deep forest dweller...

"...what do you two speak of?" The ambassador looked toward their guide with curiosity and genuine interest. "What are they doing out here..." He realized that it was probably not a very good idea to let his curiosity get the better of him, so he held his tongue and allowed the elves to converse with one another until Aransandorian was ready to explain the current situation to them.

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Character Portrait: Talael Tamira Character Portrait: Geoffrey Ivorygate Character Portrait: Jura "Dodger" Darling Character Portrait: Beryl Shatterheart Character Portrait: Havinthir Leitni Character Portrait: Aransandorian Dwin'shadr
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They must have been right on the edges of the Badlands, for with enough travel, they were treading into a thicket of trees. She followed Havi’s lead here—in the past, she had only ever skirted the edges of the elves’ forest, and visited one of their outlying settlements. Rikash had had a great respect for the forest-dwellers, enough to leave their lands alone unless he had a definite reason to be there. She had followed the same model since leaving him, so her familiarity with the area was very limited indeed. She tried not to break too much undergrowth as she passed, but she was no leggy elf, and a bit of damage was unavoidable for someone of her construction.

It took a while, but eventually they came upon a band of travellers, and she was about to hail them when she was tapped on the head, Havi indicating with something approaching reverence that the mounted elf was someone of importance. She chose to keep her peace during the exchange, though, and watched with undeniable curiosity as her friend bowed low and spoke in one of the elvish dialects. Her eyes flicked over the rest of the travellers for a few seconds, then back to the man Havi was addressing.

Aransandorian tilted his head faintly to one side at the address, nodding slightly upon the other elf’s greetings. A child of the middle lands, from his language and inflection. Aran answered in the same. “Adrast ist valla, fheyga’dahl.” Rise, and be at peace. The next few minutes, he spent inquiring after the nature of the newcomer’s business here, specifically why he was accompanied by one of the durgen’len, the stone people. The answers he received were a bit surprising, but nevertheless, he turned to Ivorygate upon the human’s question, and answered in the common tongue.

“They seek the same as you, it seems: a way to meet with the vyldkin. It appears another settlement has fallen.” His words were pronounced with the same neutrality as most of the things he uttered, and Berry nodded solemnly.

“We saw smoke on th’ ‘orizon, ‘n’ followed ‘t. Everythin’ was burned ‘fore we got there, ‘n’ th’ people dyin’…” her own voice was heavy with sorrow, and she addressed herself equally to all those present, though that was somewhat difficult, given that all of them were mounted and she was under five feet tall. “If’n yer goin’ t’ see th’ vyldkin, then we’re headin’ th’ same way.”

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Character Portrait: Talael Tamira Character Portrait: Geoffrey Ivorygate Character Portrait: Jura "Dodger" Darling Character Portrait: Beryl Shatterheart Character Portrait: Havinthir Leitni Character Portrait: Aransandorian Dwin'shadr
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A man, an elf, and a dwarf walk into a bar...

Talael was sure the humans had a joke for these sorts of situations, but she couldn't quite recall it. More to the point of her concern was the further addition of strangers stumbling across Ivorygate's little group, and another elf at that in addition to a dwarf of all people. She tilted her head, trying to listen in as the two elves spoke, but her understanding of their tongue was limited and her own language was varied enough that she could only understanding a smattering. Her eyes narrowed at what she did comprehend, that the elf immediately knew Aransandorian and gave him his due respect. Most curious indeed.

She continued to listen as the dwarf spoke now. Another vyldkin attack, another burned village. Talael cleared her throat, looking to Ivorygate as she spoke. "If I may inquire, ambassador, how we are to approach the vyldkin? Talael grimaced at the thought of walking into a vyldkin camp with only the pretense of diplomacy as protection. It was a pretense she did not expect the vyldkin to understand. "Given that they have made their aggressive intentions rather clear, they may react with hostility even if we approach with peaceful intentions." Talael paused, glancing at the ambassador's guard. "The knights are not quite peaceful looking either." She said dryly.

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Character Portrait: Talael Tamira Character Portrait: Geoffrey Ivorygate Character Portrait: Jura "Dodger" Darling Character Portrait: Beryl Shatterheart Character Portrait: Havinthir Leitni Character Portrait: Aransandorian Dwin'shadr
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Havinthir Leitni


“Adrast ist valla, fheyga’dahl.” The Lord said and Havi stood up straight, though he did not directly meet the elf Lord's gaze. So strictly set in the ways of respect towards their Forest Lord, he did not wish to seem arrogant in front of the beautiful man, nor to upset him in anyway. What transpired next was a set of questions asked in the elven tongue to which Havinthir answered easily enough. His head was bent forwards slightly as he answered the Lord's questions.

“They seek the same as you, it seems: a way to meet with the vyldkin. It appears another settlement has fallen.”

Havinthir flicked his gaze over the group that had been with the Lord. He noted that most all of them were human and the guards looked rather... intimidating. They meant to go meet the Vyldkin like this? An eyebrow rose as he took in the escort and the man who seemed to be the leader of the entire group. What did they intend to do so heavily armed and looking ready for a fight?

“We saw smoke on th’ ‘orizon, ‘n’ followed ‘t. Everythin’ was burned ‘fore we got there, ‘n’ th’ people dyin’… If’n yer goin’ t’ see th’ vyldkin, then we’re headin’ th’ same way.” Berry said, speaking up so that the attention was on her.

Havi reached out and gripped her shoulder for comfort. His eyes dropped to her, feeling her own sorrow as well. Both of them had been hurt by the events they'd encountered.

"Illiandiale," Havinthir started, addressing the Lord of the Forest by his title in elvish, "Con vash Beryl-" he introduced Berry to the Lord and was about to continue with his own name when he was interrupted. A woman's voice issued from behind someone up on the horses and Havi strained to see who it was. After a moment he finally caught a glimpse of the feminine voice. It belonged to a dark elf and her lips were twisted into a frown as she spoke. Havinthir was more than curious about her reasoning for being with the guards right then.

"If I may inquire, ambassador, how we are to approach the vyldkin? Given that they have made their aggressive intentions rather clear, they may react with hostility even if we approach with peaceful intentions. The knights are not quite peaceful looking either."

Havi looked between each of the guards and then back to the woman whom he'd spotted as she'd peeked out to speak to the man in charge directly. Figuring it was better to speak the common tongue rather than elvish, he cleared his throat to get the attention of the people around him.

"I've acted as a medium between the two peoples before," he offered, "I've spent many years among the Vyldkin. I can assist in the negotiations, depending on what they may be. I do hope that you intend to help the Vyldkin..." Havinthir added slowly, pausing to measure the reaction to his words, "Though I must agree with the Dwegha, your men are a bit... imposing."

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Character Portrait: Talael Tamira Character Portrait: Geoffrey Ivorygate Character Portrait: Jura "Dodger" Darling Character Portrait: Beryl Shatterheart Character Portrait: Havinthir Leitni Character Portrait: Aransandorian Dwin'shadr
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Jura tried to keep her mouth shut. She really did. But it was rather difficult. She was used to blurting things out and that obviously wasn't going to fly in this situation. Especially not with mister super uptight ambassador and the lord of the forest. And the hulk of a guy she was sharing her horse with. In fact, as the two newcomers began to speak, she had slid off the horse and tried to see what was in front of her for once. The young woman still had her hands over her mouth in a vain attempt to keep herself from talking since none of the group seemed to like that. And she need a ride. So Dodger stood by the horse, her mouth covered and trying to stay silent. But being quiet wasn't really her forte.

"Though I must agree with the Dwegha, your men are a bit... imposing." At that, Jura couldn't help but open her mouth.

"I know right? First time I saw them, I would have been a little bit put off if I wasn't...you know hopelessly los-oh come on!" Jura exclaimed as she realised what she was doing. She slapped her hands back onto her mouth and started cursing herself, muffled by her hands. She made a face before looking up at Geoffrey.

"Come on! I was trying really freaking hard that time! No fair." She pouted, crossing her arms and making a face. She didn't care how silly she looked, she had tried to be quiet really hard and boy, was it difficult. And then Dodger ruined it by talking, of all things, about guards?! Well that was just not on. Those guards were going to pay. Later. Now she had to get back into Geoffrey's good graces. Into everyone's good graces. Jura let out a tired sigh and mused that life was a while lot simpler before the vyldkin decided to wreck the joint.

"I'm sorry, ok? I really did try that time..." Dodger spoke quietly, her eyes down cast. The young woman cringed under what she imagined would be a harsh glare. She scratched her head gently before sighing heavily. "I'll get back on the horse now."

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Character Portrait: Talael Tamira Character Portrait: Geoffrey Ivorygate Character Portrait: Jura "Dodger" Darling Character Portrait: Feral Bloodrazor Character Portrait: Beryl Shatterheart Character Portrait: Havinthir Leitni
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"I know right? First time I saw them, I would have been a little bit put off if I wasn't...you know hopelessly los-oh come on!"

Havinthir was slightly taken aback at the sudden noise that came from his left side and just slightly behind the Lord of the forest. He turned his body just enough to get a glimpse of the youthful girl that had spoken up so loudly and so energetically. The look on her face, however, was cause to Havi's smile as he watched her pout and cross her arms over her chest. She was obviously upset about something, though the elf wasn't quite sure what it was though.

In any case, she announced that she would get back up on the horse after apologizing about whatever wrong she'd done and he lost sight of her as she remounted upon the creatures that kicked at the ground impatiently. His gaze shifted back to their leader and bowed his head slightly before taking a breath to continue what he had in mind. He hoped that they would be allowed to join them in finding the group of Vyldkin's as he highly doubted that an armed guard walking into one of their camps was going to garner a good response.

"What I mean to say is that we would like to join you," Havinthir said, restating his earlier sentiment but in a more clear sense, "Beryl and I would gladly help you in finding a Vyldkin settlement. We, ourselves, are also looking for one. I do, however, ask that you should perhaps allow me to do the talking, or..." he stuttered part way as his eyes shifted ever so slightly to the Lord, "Illiandiale to speak if he so wishes. I fear that your armed men would do nothing to stem the growing tensions."

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Ahn shook his head as he watched Feral tear into the meat with ferocity. Though he cared for her deeply, her tendency to rage through things, to tear things apart, and most especially her blood lust, got in the way. He didn't care for that part of her and wished that she could see herself through his eyes whenever it cropped up. He wished that she could understand what others were telling her and to reflect on the way that she was acting.

Bane tried to talk to her, but it seemed nothing to would get through to her and only angered her more. She continued her hacking and argued that she didn't want to hunt to eat, but to go into battle and fight and prove herself. Ahn understood her feelings for such things, but agreed with Bane entirely on his perspective. She was far too impulsive, far too angered about everything to be considered a warrior. With a shake of his head he looked away to concentrate on his own work as she left them to butcher the kill.

"What do we do with her?" Ahn sighed softly as he concentrated on cutting into the thick meat and pulling it away from the bones.

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Character Portrait: Talael Tamira Character Portrait: Geoffrey Ivorygate Character Portrait: Jura "Dodger" Darling Character Portrait: Beryl Shatterheart Character Portrait: Havinthir Leitni Character Portrait: Aransandorian Dwin'shadr
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“They seek the same as you, it seems: a way to meet with the vyldkin. It appears another settlement has fallen.” The elven newcomer had spoken with a strange sort of aloofness the ambassador had seen with their kind, but the news was indeed grim. If another vyldkin settlement had been attacked, this would only increase the chances that they would react rather violently to a human presence. The dwarf that accompanied the elf in his travels mentioned seeing the smoke on the horizon and the scene that they had come across in their travels across the badlands--it made Ivorygate sick to hear about the atrocities that the unknown attackers had gone through to ensure their destruction.

"If I may inquire, ambassador, how we are to approach the vyldkin? Given that they have made their aggressive intentions rather clear, they may react with hostility even if we approach with peaceful intentions... The knights are not quite peaceful looking either." Talael had interjected her own thoughts on the matter. While Geoffrey had no intention of running into the middle of a vyldkin camp with all of his guards (he had insisted that he be only accompanied by his captain, but the king forced upon him a small contingent of troops), his men surely gave the impression that they were going to force themselves to fight against at least one hundred combat-ready vyldkin to the death. It was, in fact, most definitely the wrong impression that he wanted to give, to be sure.

"I've acted as a medium between the two peoples before," the elf offered, this time in the common tongue. "I've spent many years among the Vyldkin. I can assist in the negotiations, depending on what they may be. I do hope that you intend to help the Vyldkin... though I must agree with the Dwegha, your men are a bit... imposing."

The ambassador was about to open his mouth to respond to the elf when Jura interrupted his thoughts yet again. She seemed to have a knack for doing that, which was somewhat endearing in a way but completely unnecessary in all others. At the very least, the young girl had apologized and climbed back up on her horse in an attempt to make sure that her unnecessary comments would try to be curbed better... although Ivorygate highly doubted it.

"What I mean to say is that we would like to join you," the wandering elf repeated, turning his attention back toward the ambassador. "Beryl and I would gladly help you in finding a Vyldkin settlement. We, ourselves, are also looking for one. I do, however, ask that you should perhaps allow me to do the talking, or..." he stuttered part way as his eyes shifted ever so slightly to the other elf that had been leading the way through these woods. "Illiandiale to speak if he so wishes. I fear that your armed men would do nothing to stem the growing tensions."

The ambassador frowned slightly at the mention of his men. "I very much appreciate the concern, fheyga'mal," he bowed slightly, trying to show as much respect as he possibly could to the newcomer. "Our intent on visiting the Bloodrazor tribe is purely for diplomatic reasons--with news of this new village being razed to the ground, they would not take a small contingent of elite guards as lightly as humans would. My intent was never to bring them into the camp at all, if that puts you all at ease. They are only escorting me there in case of..." here, he turned his head slightly toward Aransandorian and smirked. "...bandit attacks." He hoped that he was not being too forward, especially with this other elf seemingly terrified to even look at another of his own kind.

"When it comes time for negotiations and attempts to keep the peace, only my captain will accompany me--I must admit, I'm not quite the best when it comes to swordplay..." He looked over to the man atop the horse that Jura was attempting to climb onto. "I need some protection, after all. The rest of them will sit outside of the camp making sure that anyone that feels uncomfortable with going into the vyldkin settlement is protected. From what I understand, though, it seems as if almost all of us have something to say in the matter... whether through personal experience or through the eyes of their race." The diplomat coughed and cleared his throat, looking back toward the elf and dwarf--Beryl, he believed the newcomer had called her.

Ivorygate took a few steps forward, extending a hand toward them and offering a stoic smile. "I apologize, I should introduce myself--Geoffrey Ivorygate, Ambassador of the Hold. If you can offer assistance in any way, it would be greatly appreciated. Our guide is hoping that we will make it to the Bloodrazor settlement before nightfall, so please--find a horse that will accommodate one more rider and make yourselves comfortable." With that, the diplomat nodded to the both of them and then quickly looked back to the guards atop their mounts. "Feel free to introduce yourselves to the others as well--I apologize once more for the informality of the situation at hand, but time is indeed of the essence, and we must continue forward if we are to arrive at our destination." Geoffrey turned and walked back to his mount, taking a minute to make sure he was seated comfortably in the saddle.

"Are we ready to continue, Illiandiale?" Ivorygate turned his attention toward Aransandorian, testing out the title that the new elf had used--perhaps in the near future, he could talk with the both of them about their formalities, but there were much bigger things than this looming over them now.

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Character Portrait: Talael Tamira Character Portrait: Geoffrey Ivorygate Character Portrait: Jura "Dodger" Darling Character Portrait: Feral Bloodrazor Character Portrait: Beryl Shatterheart Character Portrait: Havinthir Leitni
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After the others readjusted themselves atop their respective mounts, Ivorygate nodded and directed his horse after Aransandorian's stag. He made sure to keep his horse close behind the leader--as much as he wished to take command of the situation, he realized that these individuals may have as much of a reason to attempt to stop any further destruction from the vyldkin as the humans and have just as much of a right to help the cause as he did to lead them. Besides, he had no idea how to manuever through these woods, and Aransandorian was more than capable of leading the group through.

The others were rather quiet, which was interesting for a change. They all knew of the severity of the situation, and of course they knew that another destroyed settlement would only rile them further. Silently, the ambassador hoped that it would not come down to an entire settlement raining claws and steel down upon their ragtag group for even looking at someone in an awkward manner. If there was one thing that they all knew, it was that the vyldkin were not to be trifled with.

After a quick warning by their elven guide, the Bloodrazor settlement came into view, a small band of vyldkin standing by the outskirts of some of their large tents. They appeared to be packing and relocating to another part of the badlands--an ill-timed attempt for negotiation on the king's part, but they had managed to find the settlement before too much had been packed away. There was indeed that small fortune that graced the ambassador's current predicament, and he welcomed any extra luck that might help their cause.

The newcomer elf dismounted and walked toward the observing vyldkin, motioning back toward the group after a brief moment. Their members appeared displeased to see the approaching diplomat, especially one that stood next to a silver-furred vyldkin that wielded a greatsword nearly as large as the diplomat himself. He held his breath until the very moment that the group turned back toward their settlement, leaving the elf alone.

Taking the suggestions of the others into account with regards to his guards, Ivorygate dismounted and stood next to his steed. "Captain, you and your men will stay behind with the girl, make sure she does not come to harm while we discuss a potential peace deal."

"Sir, I will not allow myself to stay outside while you are putting yourself in peril," the captain protested, dismounting as well. "I insist on coming inside the settlement with you."

"Captain, I order you and your men to protect the girl. Take yourself a ways away and guard her with your lives. They already feel ill at-ease that we are even here, and allowing armed men into their complex will only serve to fan the flames. Besides, what difference will one armed guard make against dozens of vyldkin armed to the teeth with weapons and claws and physical superiority. As your quarry, I command that you stand down and allow the vyldkin their comfort and your absence." Ivorygate was not very pleased with the idea of an armed guard entering with them and being perceived as a threat to the very thin patience that the vyldkin had for their entire situation.

He turned to the others aside from Jura, grim-faced and stern. "Anyone that doubts their words and desire for peace stays out with the guards. They will protect you outside of the walls better than you would be able to help the cause." With that, Ivorygate turned back toward the elf and the retreating vyldkin, intent on continuing forward with diplomatic action, something that he was keen to begin. He had a feeling that the elves, the dwarf, and the dwehga would be interested in assisting him, but in what way? He supposed that they would undoubtedly have their reasons for making sure that war did not break out between the humans and the vyldkin, but would the elders of the Bloodrazor clan feel as if they were conspiring against their race in doing so?

The vyldkin of the camp shot the ambassador and the others dirty looks, wondering whether or not they would follow them to the large tent in the center of the camp. Ivorygate sighed and pushed ahead, leaving his guardsmen and Jura behind to wait for their return.



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She realized what she had done. Fleeing from a hunt was hardly the most honorable thing one could do for the tribe, especially the final hunt before an Exodus, but she had done what she felt was necessary to keep herself from lashing out at her tribesmen. They technically had done nothing wrong, but her pride dictated that she was to have been the one to have landed the killing blow--none but the greatest of hunters were able to slaughter those massive beasts, even with help; but did that mean Gnash was a better hunter than she? Impossible! There was no conceivable way that Gnash was any better of a hunter than she! He was never as adept at combat and stealth as she!

The vyldkin continued to run across the badlands, not knowing whether the others cared enough to follow her--she highly doubted it--but still running with her axe at her side nonetheless. She needed to get away from the others for a bit, let herself cool off, perhaps kill a few smaller creatures on her own before returning back to the camp. They would not just up and leave without her, after all. Even if they had, she knew where they would be heading next.

Up ahead, though, she saw a few slight puffs of black smoke on the horizon. Her eyes grew wide as she sprinted ahead to see what exactly was causing this disturbance. She figured that it would be some sort of fire, but what was burning out in the middle of nowhere? Perhaps a settlement was out this far into the wilderness, but she never remembered the smoke being so black--

The stench overwhelmed her nostrils as she ventured closer. Burning bodies. Shredded tents. Charred fur. Funeral pyres. The entire clan had been killed. By whom, she did not know, nor did she care. In her anger, she unlatched her blood-stained axe and stood up on two legs before hurling it down into the ground and roaring in anguish. The cry echoed off on the winds, carrying as far as the vyldkin could see before disappearing across the horizon.

A rare sight indeed for a vyldkin to be brought to her knees, but sure enough, the sight of her blade-brothers smoldering before her very eyes was a powerful one. She knew this clan--the Whisperblades. They were a clan that managed to produce fine razor-sharp weapons; even she used a Whisperblade-crafted axe despite her clan's insistence that Bloodrazor steel was stronger. She had even received a blessing for this particular blade, but now... with their crafters slaughtered and their legacy only perpetuated by tales and legends...

The vyldkin felt a feral growl building in her chest as she released it toward the pyre ahead of her. She picked up her axe and reattached it to her belt--someone was going to answer for these crimes, and she herself would be judge, jury, and executioner. Turning to the south, the vyldkin bent back down on all fours before running away from the gristly site. Her clan had to know that the time for action was now before they were all slaughtered like the Whisperblades...

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