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Lu Feng

"We live to die, and yet we struggle to live. We are truly pathetic creatures."

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a character in “The Tribes of Imos 2”, as played by Gladis

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"Humans are greedy. They are selfish and despicable. You speak of hope? What you hope will almost never become reality. You speak of love? It's all a lie. We live to die, and yet we struggle to live. We are truly pathetic creatures."

The Crimson Wolf
The Unwanted Child
The Outcast
The Crystal Monster


Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ Crimson || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ Red



B A S I C S ⚔


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N A M E
Lu Feng

N I C K N A M E S
Lulu: Toru's nickname for Feng. He doesn't like it at all, and weren't it for their friendship, he probably wouldn't have kept up with it.
The Crimson Wolf: A name he has earned due to his abilities and background.
Feng: Feng is what Lu Feng's prefers to be called by friends.

A G E
22

G E N D E R
Male

T R I B E
He was born into the water tribe.

R A N K
Outcast



P E R S O N A L I T Y ⚔


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Nihilistic † Cynical † Stubborn † Reserved † Resourceful

Lu Feng's personality is very contradicting. While he is thoroughly cynical and nihilistic, he is at the same time devoted and protective, and even a little childish to the point where it makes him hard to hate. He doesn't usually lie, but he has a tendency to keep secrets and tell half truths. He truly isn't one of the friendliest people, and will usually try to keep others at a distance. Even when he means well and is trying to be nice, he often ends up being sarcastic. Especially so when he gives advice. He doesn't like the thought of making commitments, and can often come off as insensitive and reserved. Lu Feng tends to use logic; even when he tries try to meet others halfway something akin to empathy and emotional sensitivity, it rarely seems to quite come out right, if anything is even said at all.

Yet it should be noted that Lu Feng isn't all bad. He may not be your typical ray of sunshine, but he's creative and practical, knowing how to put novel ideas to good use – especially in dire situations. Additionally, Lu Feng is flexible, and though it comes with a certain unpredictability, Feng is still able to store his spontaneity for a rainy day, releasing their energy just when it is needed most.

On the other hand, his stubborn nature, difficulty to comprehend others' emotions, attitude that one should focus on the moment, can lead to unnecessary and unhelpful boundary-pushing. He has a tendency to escalate conflict and danger just to see where it goes, something that can have disastrous consequences for everyone around if he were to lose control of the situation. He is notoriously difficult to get to know, and is by all means a true introvert, keeping his personal matters to himself, and often just preferring silence to small talk.



P R E F E R E N C E S ⚔

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L I K E S
† Sake † Good Swordplay † Gambling † Toru † Pushing Boundaries † Winning † Wolves † Falcons † Star Gazing † Animals (especially small, cute ones but it's a secret) † Cranes † Birds in General † The Color Red † Versatility † Easy to move in Clothes † Light Weapons † Throwing Knives † Swords † Martial Arts † Sparring † Spider Lilies †

D I S L I K E S
† Stupidity † People † Opening up to people † Talking about his past † Bad Swordsmanship † Wasting Time † Getting Embarrassed † Commitment † Politics † Religions † Spiders † Having his personal space invaded (without giving his permission) † Pushy People † Annoying People † People touching/messing up his hair †

D R E A M S
† He doesn't have any dreams in particular at the moment.

F E A R S
† Spiders.
† Letting people get close to him.
† Betrayal.
† Large bodies of water.

S E X U A L I T Y
Homosexual




H I S T O R Y ⚔



Lu Feng was born a stormy winter night, with the winds raging outside and the thunder ripping through the skies. As he had been conceived through forbidden love, a union between a woman from the water tribe and a man from the earth tribe, her parents feared neither mother nor child would make it through the childbirth safely. To some extent their worries were justified, because even though Lu Feng made it safely into the world and was born a healthy child, his mother Lu Mei didn't survive the childbirth. It most likely wasn't as much his fault, as it was the fault of an illness she had already been suffering from before the pregnancy. Yet his grandparents blamed it on him nonetheless. They wanted nothing to do with the child. They saw him as a sign of misfortune, a symbol for bad luck. For a while, they even considered drowning him in the river.

Yet Katarina, as the healer who helped bring him into the world was named, would have none of it. Although old, she was a kind soul, and if they wouldn't give the little baby boy a fair chance in life, the old lady would take it upon herself. She raised him as though he were her own, and although strict, she was also kind and loving when he needed it. They lived quite comfortably in a small house at the outskirts of the village. Lu Feng's recalls these days in the distant past fondly. They weren't without their complications, yet it was nothing compared to what would come later.

As time passed, however, it became more and more apparent that Feng did not belong the the people of the rivers and seas. His intense, yellow gaze tended to unnerve the other children, and his abilities frightened adults and children alike. Born with neither the water nor ground element, Lu Feng's abilities were a strange combination. They were strange, peculiar, if not even bizarre. The ability to grow and manipulate crystal was unlike anything the water tribe had ever witnessed before. Due to this he had a hard time fitting in with the other children, and was never truly able to find a friend. The few times it looked like he would make one, their parents tended to get in the way. Bearing the stigma of otherness and misfortune, their parents didn't want their children anywhere near him.

As long as he had Katarina, the one person he could always turn to no matter the situation – it was bearable. Lu Feng would bravely face the pain and humiliation, as long as she was there to treat those wound when he got home – physical or otherwise. Yet Katarina was old, and the day she would pass on would inevadably come. Eventually it did. It was the beginning of Lu Feng's eleventh summer when she left the world of the living.

Lu Feng was alone and terrified. With Katarina gone, there was no one left to care for the child – and none wished to take the responsibility of the cursed child upon themselves. At least, until a certain traveling merchant came around and offered to take him in. Of course, the man had a good reason to take such a huge risk. He had heard of the boys peculiar abilities, and whilst others only saw a freak of nature, the merchant saw a living gold mine. Naive and desperate as he was, Lu Feng took up on the offer. For three years to come, Feng would suffer more than he had done in all of the previous years put together. He was fourteen summers old, when he finally broke free from his shackles.

For a year or so, Lu Feng roamed around aimlessly; doing what he had to survive. Resorting to pity methods such as thievery, scams and even sometimes prositution, it doesn't take a genius to guess that he would often found himself in dire situations. At one point it had even gone so far, that if he hadn't crossed paths with Toru, Lu Feng would most likely not have made it. After the incident they somehow ended up traveling together... and before they knew it, they'd been traveling together for six whole years, developing a deep friendship somewhere along the way.




A P P E A R A N C E ⚔


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H A I R ✧ C O L O R
Black

E Y E ✧ C O L O R
Yellow

T A T T O O S ✧ M A R K I N G S
† A large dragon tattoo on his back, covering a number of hideous scars.
† His arms and legs are also marred with scars.

H E I G H T
179 cm

D E S C R I P T I O N S
Lu Feng is a handsome young man, with long black hair that falls to his waist when not tied up. Due to his slender form, long hair and somewhat delicate features, Toru has a tendency to refer to him as pretty. This doesn't really go well with Lu Feng's pride, and is perhaps another reason the nickname 'Lulu' gets so much on his nerves.

Lu Feng's eyes are a beautiful golden yellow shade, and his eye lashes are long and dark. His face could be referred to as sculpted, with high cheek bones, full lips, a sharp jaw lines and flawless, milky skin. At least regarding his face. His arms, legs and back in particular, are marred with countless, for the most part rather hideous scars. He usually keeps these covered up by his clothes, and doesn't particularly like people touching or commenting on them.

Although he does claim not to be fond of his feminine appearance, Lu Feng is absolutely adamant about keeping his hair long. Whilst it is understandable since his hair is of very good quality and it does suit him, it doesn't exactly help his case.

The colors he usually wears are black, red, a tinge of white and gold.



P O W E R S A B I L I T I E S ⚔


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Water and Earth

A B I L I T Y
Lu Feng was born the lovechild of a water tribe woman and an earth tribe man. Even if he was born with both the water and the ground element, however, his abilities turned out to be quite different.

Lu Feng possesses the ability to create, shape and manipulate crystals and crystalline materials: homogenous solids formed by a repeating, three-dimensional pattern of atoms, ions, or molecules and having fixed distances between constituent parts. Thanks to this, Lu Feng has learned to fight using a combination of impaling crystals, walls for defense, and tricks. He is even capable of surrounding himself in barriers composed solely of crystals and crystalline substances, ultimately granting the himself both offensive and defensive abilities. Lu Feng can turn crystals into tools, objects, weapons and other items, create semi-living constructs and/or create structures/buildings of varying permanence.

Because Lu Feng adores the color red, his crystals tend to take on a red shade. Hence one of his aliases are 'The Crimson Wolf'. If he wanted to, however, he would be capable of changing them into any color he desired.

R E S T R I C T I O N S
† The distance from where he can manipulate and the amount of matter he can compose is limited. Whilst he is surprisingly skilled with his powers, considering the controversy of it, Lu Feng still has a lot to learn and discover about them. He has never had a teacher to show him the way, and everything he knows is self thought.
† Crystals can be shattered by certain frequencies, so anyone capable of manipulating sound would have a huge advantage over him.
† Lu Feng cannot produce crystals out of nothing. He can build upon and expand on already existing components, but he can't conjure them out of thin air. As such, in order to be capable of producing crystals, some form of liquid always needs to be present.


S K I L L S ⚔


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⚔ The Rogue ⚔
† Acrobatics (Proficent)
† Bluffing (Expert)
† Climbing (Proficient)
† Stealth (Master)
† Sleight of Hand (Expert)
† Sense Motive (Expert)
† Gambling (Familiar)

† The Warrior †
† Swordplay (Master)
† Crystalbending (Proficent)

† The Ranger †
† Falconry (Proficent)
† Hunting (Proficent)
† Riding (Proficient)
† Cooking (Beginner)

† The Scholar †
† Penmanship (Proficent)
† Knowledge - Local (Familiar)
† Knowledge - Geography (Beginner)

W E A K E S T ✧ S K I L L
He is a complete catastrophe when it comes to cooking.
Lu Feng can't swim.

S T R O N G E S T ✧ S K I L L
Lu Feng is very agile and stealthy. Since he isn't incredibly physically strong, he relies speed and wit rather than raw power.



E Q U I P M E N T ⚔


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W E A P O N S
† Kunai | 8
† Dagger | 1
† Throwing Knives | 8
† Steele Long Sword - The Crimson Dragon | 1

A R M O R
† Light Leather Armor

I N V E N T O R Y
† A golden pendant with a wolf head inscribed onto the surface.
† A leather money pouch.
† A water pouch.
† A Tinderbox.
† A hand drawn map of Imos.
† Four small paper rolls.
† Quill and Ink.
† A pouch filled with crystals.
† A silver spoon.

So begins...

Lu Feng's Story

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Darkness. Silence. Distress. The sky was tinted black, and as far as he could see, a blood red sea was stretching far into the distance of every direction. He was standing in the middle of it all, with blood up to his waist, and though he didn’t seem to move at all, it felt as though he were falling. Falling. Falling where? He didn't know, but it made him feel sick so he wanted it to stop. He tried to run, but like water the red substance held him back, and he realized that he would have to wade through the sea. In which direction was he even going? He couldn't tell, everywhere looked the same. Images flashed before his eyes; pale, gaunt faces with hollow eyes. Bony hands were reaching for him from the darkness, pawing at his face and arms, clawing at his back and chest. He tried to run yet stumbled over his own feet and fell.

Fell into the sea of blood.

More images of faces flashed before his eyes. Children, their faces twisted into cruel expressions of amusement. They were laughing at him, taunting him.

”If you’re one of us you should have no problem bending the water out of the way so that you don’t drown!”
”You can’t be water tribe and not be able to swim!”
”Throw the freak into the river! Throw the freak into the river!”

An invisible hand grasped hold of his hair, pushing him face first into the water, holding him down so that no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t get his head back above the surface. The laughter was drowned out by the sound of his erratic heartbeats, the taste of metal beginning to fill his mouth, forcing its way down his throat. He was beginning to feel light headed. Surely he would die. Surely he would drown in this sea of blood. He struggled harder, tried to reach the surface. The wraiths were closing in on him, their sharp teeth-


Lu Feng woke with a start, his eyes wide with terror and his heart hammering wildly in his chest. Beads of sweat had gathered on his forehead and his clothes were soaked, his breath coming out in sharp gasps. It took him a moment to gather his thoughts and realize that he was in fact riding, his slender fingers tightly entwined with the mares mane. She didn’t seem to mind, and continued to peacefully trot alongside the huge, coldblooded stallion, on which an equally large man was seated. He was regarding Lu Feng with a look of concern, pricking his peculiar animal ears. On Toru’s shoulder, Lu Feng’s falcon Hunter had made himself comfortable, puffing up his feathers as he cleaned himself carefully. He was about as vain as his owner, so they made a good team.

”W-why the fuck didn’t you wake me up?!” Lu Feng exclaimed, his voice riddled with anger and perhaps a note of fear; the aftermath of his nightmare.

”Because we’ve been traveling for almost three days straight and you’ve refused to sleep every single time we stopped to do so. I thought it would do you well to get some rest, even if it was on horseback,” the other replied calmly, a surprisingly gentle smile gracing his rather rough features.

”Well, it didn’t do me well so don’t let it happen again,” the raven haired male retorted coldly, refusing to even look at his traveling companion when he did so.

”What’s wrong with you?” Toru’s smile had faltered, replaced by a frown but also a look of concern, ”you’ve been acting like this ever since you fell into river.”

”It has nothing to do with the river,” it was an outright lie, and not even a particularly good one. Yet to Toru it was also a cue that Lu Feng didn’t wish to discuss the topic further, so he let it go.

For a moment, there was silence. It wasn’t awkward or anything – just a moment for both of them to gather their thoughts. Then, after a while Lu Feng spoke, his expression having softened slightly. ”Where are we heading next?” he asked, casting the giant a sideways glance.

”Lakeshore’s the closest town,” said Toru, before realizing what that meant for Lu Feng. The younger male tensed, a look of utter dismay settling across his delicate features.

”Lulu, I’m sure they won’t reco-”

”I don’t fucking care what you’re sure of, you stupid giant tiger! I’m not going anywhere near that godforsaken hellhole!” he was like a viper spitting venom, all worked up again.

Toru sighed, ”Lulu, you’re being childish. It’s not like I would let anyone harm you, nor do I think you would be unable to defend yourself. Whatever has happened in the past is in the past. We’re just going to stay there for a short while, stocking up our food supplies and perhaps trading or selling a few items, you know?”

Toru’s attempt to convince Lu Feng failed miserably, and he got nothing but a sulky youth as a way of reply.

”Fine,” said the white tiger, a warm smile spreading across his face, ”Let’s make a deal. We set up camp outside of Lakeshore where you wait until I’ve finished business in town, okay? And then we leave as soon as possible. Sound good?”

Lu Feng looked at him reluctantly. Then nodded his head. He could live with that.

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Despite all the drama elsewhere, the mood in the tavern was pleasant. A warm and inviting fire was crackling in its fireplace, casting dancing illuminations of yellow and orange upon the walls, furniture and people. Music and laughter sounded where men had gathered for the evening; drinking, conversing and gambling. To Toru's right a young chap with dark hair was chatting up the youthful barmaid; to his right a group of three men and a rather gruff looking woman seemed to be caught up in an intense game of cards. It surely wasn't the fanciest of bars, but it had the kind of lively atmosphere Toru loved. It showed in the way he smiled as he gave his companion an unintentionally hard 'pat' on the back.

"Drink up, lad. There ain't nothing like a good drink after a long ride!" as if to emphasize his words, the giant took a few large gulps of his mead before setting down his cup with a thud. Due to the force of his actions, a small amount of it managed to splash onto the table – yet Toru payed it no mind. Instead he gave the cloaked figure next to him a hearty grin; earning a slight glare in response.

"You shouldn't be so noisy, old man. We don't want everyone's attention, do we?" his companion hissed quietly, cautiously taking a sip from their own, considerably smaller cup.

A loud chuckle rumbled in the giant's chest as he took another large gulp of his mead. "Don't ya' worry, kiddo. See, everyone's loud here, ain't they? So we'll stand out more if we cower like cornered field mice, ya' know? Just relax, Lulu."

ImageBoth were cloaked, though only Lu Feng had pulled his hood down far enough to shroud their eyes from view. He did under no circumstances wish to be recognized by anyone – even if the probability was awfully low. Even so, it was bad enough that he'd let himself be convinced to follow his friend into Lakeshore. It was easy for Toru to tell him to calm down, but in a place Lu Feng had so many horrible memories tied to – this was definitely easier said than done. He was already a jumpy person without the added stress of facing his childhood terrors. Toru too, was hooded, but that for the sole reason of keeping his peculiar animal ears a secret. It wouldn't do to cause a commotion, after all. Especially not if they were planning to make some business in this town.

"That's a stupid claim, even coming from you," Lu Feng countered wryly, "just finish up so we can go get some sleep. We've got a lot to do tomorrow..." the black haired youth trailed off as a conversation a bit further away caught his attention.

"Have you heard?" said one of the dark haired youth to the barmaid, "there are rumors three people were killed tonight," as though he were trying to make the situation sound even more dramatic than it already was. Before he continued, the boy leaned closer to the barmaid and lowered his voice – though Lu Feng could still make out what he was saying by reading his lips, "by an assassin."

The barmaid of course looked horrified, clasping her freckled hands over her pink lips as she gazed at the boy with her blue doe eyes. "Really?" she asked, a silver of doubt in her voice. "That's horrible! Oh goodness, how shall I dare leave-" whatever she said next completely bypassed Lu Feng, as he'd already lost interest in what they were saying. So now they've got assassins running havoc, eh? I suppose hellholes will always be hellholes, no matter how many years pass. His lips curled into a slight, bitter smile. Somehow, he found the situation rather amusing.

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Reshar watched the woman from roofs as he his practices of traveling from tree to tree back in Shadowfen. He recalled a list of noble women on the list that he had looked at. They had brief descriptions next to the names. It was the description that gave the woman's identity away.

'If I remember this one's name is Embla deSoleh.' he thought to himself. She seemed rather flushed from the excitement of the town as well as being in "this" man's arms. She was at age where marriage either has or should be taking place. Could this man be hers. He had a fair face and his body seemed slightly sturdy as well. Reshar was forced to slow down as the two stopped and seemed to be getting agitated. He inched closer and scanned the area for a good location to hide, and possibly strike from the shadows should the opportunity present itself.

Which it always did.

Reshar listened in and found that the guy was attempting to convince her to leave the town until it was safe and she seemed to have some love and responsibility to her family. The man continued trying to persuade her talking about their future family together. She seemed so torn, tears began to build up in the corner of her eyes. Reshar didn't really care one way or the other. If they got out of town they would escape into the woods which was Reshar's favorite hunting ground. But if they split up then she would be easy pickings. The problem was if anyone else came to join them.

The argument was going nowhere and the longer Reshar waited the worse it would get. He readied the dart and blowgun once more and dipped it into appropriate vial and then grabbed a second dart and placed it in a different vial. He then took aim and exhaled sharply into the blowgun and sent the first dart flying.

"Ouch," the young man exclaimed as he reached to the back of his neck and felt something sticking out. He pulled it just as he heard Embla let out a 'Ow', herself. He pulled the dart out of his neck with little concern for what it was until he found something similar in her neck too. "Arl yuul alllight?" he mumbled as he tongue stopped working. He then saw Embla grasping her throat with terrified eyes as she seemed to have trouble breathing. Just then the man slumped down unable to move his body or talk as he watch his love suffocating before his very eyes.

All this was missed by Reshar, for his job was done and he had rushed the job more than usual due to the huge request that was given to him.

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Reshar watched the woman from roofs as he his practices of traveling from tree to tree back in Shadowfen. He recalled a list of noble women on the list that he had looked at. They had brief descriptions next to the names. It was the description that gave the woman's identity away.

'If I remember this one's name is Embla deSoleh.' he thought to himself. She seemed rather flushed from the excitement of the town as well as being in "this" man's arms. She was at age where marriage either has or should be taking place. Could this man be hers. He had a fair face and his body seemed slightly sturdy as well. Reshar was forced to slow down as the two stopped and seemed to be getting agitated. He inched closer and scanned the area for a good location to hide, and possibly strike from the shadows should the opportunity present itself.

Which it always did.

Reshar listened in and found that the guy was attempting to convince her to leave the town until it was safe and she seemed to have some love and responsibility to her family. The man continued trying to persuade her talking about their future family together. She seemed so torn, tears began to build up in the corner of her eyes. Reshar didn't really care one way or the other. If they got out of town they would escape into the woods which was Reshar's favorite hunting ground. But if they split up then she would be easy pickings. The problem was if anyone else came to join them.

The argument was going nowhere and the longer Reshar waited the worse it would get. He readied the dart and blowgun once more and dipped it into appropriate vial and then grabbed a second dart and placed it in a different vial. He then took aim and exhaled sharply into the blowgun and sent the first dart flying.

"Ouch," the young man exclaimed as he reached to the back of his neck and felt something sticking out. He pulled it just as he heard Embla let out a 'Ow', herself. He pulled the dart out of his neck with little concern for what it was until he found something similar in her neck too. "Arl yuul alllight?" he mumbled as he tongue stopped working. He then saw Embla grasping her throat with terrified eyes as she seemed to have trouble breathing. Just then the man slumped down unable to move his body or talk as he watch his love suffocating before his very eyes.

All this was missed by Reshar, for his job was done and he had rushed the job more than usual due to the huge request that was given to him. He was told to do it as fast as possible. Reshar didn't argue. He showed results. The city was in too much of a fuss. The forests were littered with lights and people stomping around. He realized to his chagrin that he was going to have to try to lay low he quickly pulled a small bottle and pulled off the cork and sniffed it and instantly pulled his nose away before he got too close.

'That will do'he said as he closed the bottle and he slid to the back of the house. When he was comfortable with the safety he dropped back to the ground and rolled to distribute the weight. He got up and opened the bottle and made his way to the nearest tavern. He had left his coat on the roof and took only the bottle he had with him before. He started to drink it and made sure to drip it down his front. He came out into the street swaying and tumbling and muttering loudly, complaining that everyone was too loud. When people passed by they smelt the alcohol on him and veered off because they had bigger things to worry about other than a drunk. But instead of going into the tavern Reshar went to the back street and "collapsed" against the wall and let the strong drink try to takes its hold on him. Relunctantly it was hard for Reshar to get drunk, but he had watched drunkards and learned to imitate them as he just let himself lay on the ground and as he let his mind relax, he told himself that he must sleep.

And there he lay for who knows how long.

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Image "There he is, don't let him get away!"

What the fuck is up with these people?! I swear, they-" whatever thoughts passed through Lu Feng's mind were left unfinished as he just barely managed to dodge an arrow, diving into a narrow ally. "Shit," he gasped, stopping for a brief moment to regain his breath, his hand tightly pressed to his side, blood already beginning to seep through the cloth of his clothes. To say that he was both confused and irritated would be an understatement. Everything had seemed to be going fine up until about fifteen minutes ago. Sure, Toru had- despite Lu Feng's protests- got himself drunk, but once he'd managed to convince the giant that it was time for bed, he wasn't really concerned for his friends recovery. Toru recovered rather quickly from these kinds of things, after all. What irritated Lu Feng was that he'd just been able to fall asleep, when the moronic city guards suddenly barged into his inn room, demanding the youth's cooperation.

Which he would of course not do.

The entire thing quickly escalated into a fight, in which Lu Feng wasted no time escaping as soon as possible. Sadly, that wasn't enough to shake off his pursuers, which brings us to his current situation; gasping for air behind a stack of empty wine barrels. He drew one last breath, then straightened up and dove further in between the houses. The air was heavy with the scent of rain. Lu Feng prayed that it wouldn't start anytime soon. Depending on the guards skills in water manipulation, that would limit his chances of escape enormously. Especially since he refused to use his own powers, hoping to keep his identity secret.

It didn't help that Lu Feng was beginning to feel dizzy, the wound in his side sending waves of pain rippling through his body. If only he hadn't let himself get stabbed! Gritting his teeth, the black haired youth forced himself to continue down the street. He couldn't let them catch up on him now, but he was also aware of the fact that he didn't have much energy left. "Fuck," he gasped as the world swam before his eyes. He was beginning to become unfocused. Perhaps that was why he didn't notice the blue clad guard sneaking up behind him. All he felt something wet and cold wrap around his ankles, only to then freeze. Down to the ground he plummeted, a loud thud and slings of curses sounding through the night. As he tried to turn around and get back on his feet, all his gaze met was the triumphant grin of the guard who'd managed to take him down.

It looked like he was saying something spiteful, but Lu Feng couldn't make out the individual words. The world swam before his eyes, his head feeling as though it were about to explode. "G-go... to ...hell," he gasped out, attempting to hoist himself back up. His body wouldn't carry his weight, faltering beneath him as he dove into the black sea of unconsciousness.

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Na'ari soon came upon a house in his riding, close to the shore, and knew if he would have any luck finding an exile, a remote house near the lake would be the perfect place to find them, so first he'd search there. He approached the door, but hesitated in knocking, if someone else answered it would be embarrassing for him as a Right Hand. So, thinking on his feet, he knocked on the door and said, "Belistrad. If you're in there, give me a reply knock." Then, if Na'ari received no reply, then he'll know he's at the wrong house, and thus, he waited.

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Zianro rubbed his temples. He had heard rumors of what the guards were doing and that several aristocrats were in shock about the whole thing. "This is the last thing I wanted. A place that's afraid...whoever did this wanted my people to be afraid. Not me, my people. Whoever did this they're going to pay, and they'll pay heavy. Then I'll calm the people's fears."

He was approached by a guard. "Sir, we've caught one plausible suspect. A water exile. We see no reason to further the search any furt-"

"Seek out more anyway. Any foreigner who even looks suspicious, detain." Zianro stated. He silently vowed in his mind that he would not be made a fool of.

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ImageIt was cold, it was dark and at first, Lu Feng had no idea what was going on. A soft groan escaped the black haired youth’s lips as his eyes fluttered open. His throat felt as though it were on fire and the wound in his side hurt terribly. In fact, his entire body felt awfully sore. He coughed rawly, trying to hoist himself into a sitting position to make it easier to breath, yet found it rather difficult as his hands were tightly bound at his front. Instead he felt a pair of bony hands grab him under his shoulders and sit him up — something which startled Lu Feng. He hadn’t noticed the other person until then, yet once he thought about it, it made sense. It was probably the same person who’d tended to and bandaged his wounds. He tried to turn his head to get a better look at the man, yet instead suddenly felt something press against his lips. As he opened his mouth to protest, he could feel cool water sipper down his throat. Lu Feng swallowed eagerly, for his throat felt awfully dry. Yet Lu Feng was perhaps too greedy, as he soon found himself coughing heftily. The water bottle was withdrawn as those bony hands pounded his back. His airways were freed, but not without causing half of the water he’d had in his mouth to splatter all over his clothes.

”Got to drink carefully, boy. Don’t want you to die before you’ve even been given a trial,” the elderly man said with a small smile. For the first time since he’d woken up, Lu Feng managed to get a good look at him. He was fairly average in height, with a bald head and a gaunt but kind face. His eyes, a beautiful blue hue, matched the strange tattoos on his head, forehead and the back of his hands perfectly. It seemed like Lu Feng was being tended to by a village priest and healer.

A slight frown creased his forehead. ”T-tria…” suddenly all the memories from earlier came flowing back. Guards. They’d been hunting for whatever reason. He’d been stabbed. He fell…he fainted? So it seemed. Lu Feng’s entire body tensed and despite the pain it caused, he tried to move away from the man, ultimately bumping into the cold stone wall. Since he was already close to the corner of the cell, that had been the only possible outcome — yet Lu Feng had still been too groggy and upset to notice. He scowled discontentedly, glaring daggers at the priest as the old man tried to reach out a helping hand towards him.

”Don’t touch me!” Lu Feng warned venomously, causing the slightly surprised elder to withdraw his hand. ”What is this?! Why am I here?! Let me go. I haven’t done anything so you have no reason to keep me here. Ask-” and there he cut himself off. Where is Toru, even? Did they just go after me, or did they detain him also? Stupid tiger, always absent when he’s needed the most.

”You’ve got to calm down, child. Working yourself up over all this isn’t good for your health,” the old man answered mildly, smiling at him just slightly. It annoyed Lu Feng that he seemed to completely ignore his questions. ”You’ll be interrogated in a while. For now, try to rest for a bit. Your body needs it,” said the priest as he gathered his belongings and got up. He waited briefly for Lu Feng to say something, yet the exile kept his mouth clamped, gazing sulkily at the wall. Being treated like a prisoner certainly was not his cup of tea. In fact, he could feel a small level of panic rise within him. This dungeon cell reminded him of- stop it, moron. Dwelling on the past won’t get you anywhere.

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Na'ari thought about it and gave a small shrug. "I know not if he has a new prisoner or not. And I doubt he plays favorited. I would have to be in town to figure out this sort of news. I was away hunting bandits mind you." He stated, gulping another swallow of tea. "All I know right now is his flirting with a local noble's daughter. But what's this theory of yours, since I know you got one inside you?"

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Zianro knew he had to go have a look at the man they caught, however, he ordered his guards to examine every unknown individual in the city, foreigner or no. He walked into the cell holding the man and his eyes turned wide. "Lu Feng." He said in a small gasp, he knew this exile's reputation. "The blood manipulator. There is no way in all of Imos you're the perpetrator I want, yet, as I remember, you were exiled for your ability, Crimson Wolf. Why did you dare to come back here at the wrong place at the wrong time? Why did the guards, upon recognizing you thought you'd serve as a scapegoat for my wrath if they found nothing? Are you even aware of what's going on?"

Zianro's patience was at the edge at this moment. None of his talks with Vinicius helped. He needed the one trump card he knew was somewhere in his lands no thanks to Zaheed. If he could find her, he could convince Zotar to join his cause for universal peace, and find a way to calm the Earth Tribe and to possibly stop Zaheed from destroying them and causing an imbalance amongst Imos. "Why did you come back, Wolf?"

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ImageThe creaking sound caused by the opening of the cell alerted Lu Feng to Zianro’s arrival. He glanced up, his eyes narrowed into a slight frown. Seeing the leader of the water tribe caused his stomach to turn. A heap of bad memories welled up inside him, yet he pushed it all back. He couldn’t allow himself to show weakness in a situation as important as this one. Lu Feng had no idea what this all was about, but he had the feeling if he said something wrong, he may lose his had in the process. It wasn’t exactly a risk he was willing to take. Or was it? He wasn’t sure. Overcome by a sense of hopelessness, he wasn’t sure what to do or think.

"The blood manipulator. There is no way in all of Imos you're the perpetrator I want, yet, as I remember, you were exiled for your ability, Crimson Wolf.”

The crystal manipulator, Lu Feng corrected the man in his head, yet kept his thoughts to himself. If Ziarno didn’t know what his abilities were, he may as well keep it that way. Should a battle between them ever arise, he’d have an advantage over the town chief.

”Why did you dare to come back here at the wrong place at the wrong time? Why did the guards, upon recognizing you thought you'd serve as a scapegoat for my wrath if they found nothing? Are you even aware of what's going on?”

”How the hell am I supposed to know?” Lu Feng replied wryly, shooting the water tribe leader a glare. Sighing, he tried to stifle a yawn, feeling extra grumpy due to how tired he was. If they hadn’t disturbed his sleep to begin with, this wouldn’t have been a problem. ”It’s not my problem you’re guards are so eager to please, they’ll detain anyone without proof,” his voice was bitter and filled with resentment, ”I always did hate the sheepish behavior of the water tribe people…” he knew he wasn't answering any of Ziarno's questions. Quite frankly, he felt like most of them were none of his business. Yet he supposed one was a question he could answer.

Lu Feng's lips curled into a slight smile. "You've got your hands full with an assassin, haven't you?"

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Zianro scoffed at the statement about the sheepishness of the tribe. "You and me both." he thought as he frowned at the Crimson Wolf's next question, and he motioned him to keep quiet. "Look, no one is sure of anything, yet as far as that goes. From what I hear there have been three deaths in one night so that's highly suspicious. I doubt it would be you, however you broke the rules of exile Lu Feng. You shouldn't have come back. I'll bend the trial a little bit so you can get out of this with a fine for breaking exile custom. But this comes with a price."

He looked at the man before sighing and continuing. "You are to not get caught in here again, and I want you to make sure that there isn't any other... Suspicious individuals. That'll be all for now." He concluded as he walked out of the cell and into the throne room where he'd try to discuss this awkward matter with his advisers. But he realized Adviser DeSoleh was missing, and therefore the assembly would never start.

"Guards, stop rounding up any foreigners, but keep the city walls under heavy watch. If something attempts to leave her the unconventional way, detain them." He instructed as he grabbed a soldier patrolling the area of the DeSolehs. "Why is Adviser DeSoleh absent?"

"His eldest daughter Embla my Lord, is dead." The guard replied and Zianro stayed his annoyed wrath at those words. His thoughts turned immediately to the young woman Eirene. He was unsure why he thought on her, but of course, why not? Eirene was a mysterious woman to him, yet he liked mysteries at times. However, he needed to focus for now. If she decided to visit that was her own accord.

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"Look, no one is sure of anything, yet as far as that goes. From what I hear there have been three deaths in one night so that's highly suspicious. I doubt it would be you, however you broke the rules of exile Lu Feng. You shouldn't have come back. I'll bend the trial a little bit so you can get out of this with a fine for breaking exile custom. But this comes with a price."

Wait, what? Confusion was evident on Lu Feng's features as he tried to make sense of the other males words. Yet all he got out of it in the end was a bitter chuckle and a remorseful sigh. So that was what they were referring to him as now, eh? It didn't matter if he'd been officially exiled or not, apparently. The water tribe had just proceeded to doing whatever they wanted anyway. As usual, then. I swear, these morons are the worst. As far as Lu Feng had been aware, he'd left on his own accord. Well, not really, but he certainly hadn't been exiled. For god's sake, he was only eleven at the time! Perhaps the other male had just gotten it wrong... or he'd done it on purpose in hopes of indebting Lu Feng somehow. Either way, the crystal bender was a lot more cautious of him now than he had already been.

He was just about to protest about Zianro's incorrect claim when the water tribe leader spoke again, saying that was all before leaving. Lu Feng was annoyed. Lu Feng was always annoyed, but now more so than usual. "That's just great," he muttered sourly, trying once more to get back up on his feet. A jolt of pain travled from his side, up his spine and along his arms. He hissed, biting his bottom lip to prevent anything louder from escaping him. A pale hand traveled to the location of the wound, pressing against it lightly only to draw another hiss from the youth. It seemed the sudden movement had torn at the wound.

Lu Feng's breaths were sharp an uneven and his body felt hot. His head felt heavy, his heart hammering in his chest. "Fuck..." I don't have time with this. Toru...Toru, where the bloody hell are you?! Leaving me here to rot in a damn dungeon... he shut his eyes, feeling sick to the very core of his stomach. Why... why had he agreed to visiting Lakeshore?

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The two guards outside of Bellistrad's cell were suddenly alarmed when the door began to get brighter and glow a dull orange. The brighter the door became the hotter the guards got. They pointed their spears at the cell door and got on the opposite side of the hallway, which was their mistake. The cell door suddenly exploded outwards with jets of blue fire exiting out the edges. The large slab of iron smashed the two guards and knocked them out,pinning their bodies against the wall. Smoke poured out of the doorway as Bellistrad walked out of the once confining room.

Stretching his arms and shoulders before continuing down the hall,leaving the Water Tribes-men where they were. He was not one for stealth anyway. The halls were moist and dark which made navigation difficult if one did not know the way around, but after a half hour of walking Bellistrad found what he was looking for. A single door at the end of the hall with another two guards in front of it. This room must have an important prisoner, which meant it was probably Zotar. Bellistrad did not bother sneaking around the guards, which he soon regretted. He walked right into their field of view and shot a couple pillars of fire in their direction, but these two guards were no push-overs. They were well trained, and rolled out of Bellistrad's attack.

They responded to Bellistrad's fire with water held in canteens on their waists just like Na'ari. The whips and small waves pushed Bellistrad back until he was nearly against a wall. Now exhausted from dodging the water Bellistrad had to charge his chakras in order to keep up and turn the attack back on them. Blowing a large torrent of flame out of his mouth, the fire poured across the ground and rose up as it reached the men, pushing them as water would against the back wall and knocking them unconscious.

As the two warriors slid to the ground Bellistrad went up to the door they had been guarding and charged his fist with flame before punching the lock through and out the other side. Pushing the door open slowly Bellistrad got his first look into the dark cell. Unlike his cell there was no bucket of water to quench the heat of a fire bender. Instead it was a bare room with a single dark haired male inhabiting it. The male was not who Bellistrad was looking for but he indeed did look important in some way.

Feeling the need to help even those damned to prison Bellistrad used thin flames to cut through the man's bonds and helped him up. "I don't know who you are but if you want to get out of here you follow me and stay quiet." Without waiting for a response Bellistrad left the cell and went down a new corridor. Bellistrad decided to go to the highest floor, and using his heat sensing abilities, went to the warmest corner of the dungeon where the staircase leading both up and down was located. Bellistrad jumped up the stairs two at a time and ran smack into a couple of guards.

He dived in between the two and knocked them both to the ground with a burst of flame from his fists. Running as fast as he could up the rest of the stairs he rushed into what seemed like a large hall with a handful of soldiers and a couple of nobles. Waving at the nobles Bellistrad dodged around the guards and out a door which only led to a balcony overlooking the lake. Cursing, Bellistrad saw no choice. He dived off into the lake and hit it feet first.

A half hour later Bellistrad climbed out of the lake onto a private dock in the city drenched from head to foot. He didn't even know if that prisoner was still following, and if he was Bellistrad did not care. His body was in pain from the water working against his fire-tuned body. Luckily it seemed that no one was nearby, so he thought it safe to warm himself with some fire here and there. He was lucky to be alive after that venture, and all he had achieved was freeing one prisoner he didn't even know. He would have to go to Airedale and get some rest and relaxation before he tried to get to Zotar again.