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Na'ari Aurelis

"What is your Command, My Lord?"

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

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Full Name: Na'ari Aurelis

Titles: The Slumbering Rapid

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Sexual Preference: Asexual (Heteromantic)

Tribe: Water

Position in the Tribe: Former lieutenant of Zianro, Now The Water Lord's Right Hand

Negative Traits: Slightly Antisocial: By that, sometimes he will either not wish to speak to someone unless he gets to know them by several conversations or chance encounters, or he's simply unwilling to speak to the person he's talking to at all and simply responding with a grunt. Around Friends though he's a great social person.

Rage: True to his known title, the Slumbering Rapid Means his Rage slowly builds up in a battle until he is a raging person of a man, and has several moments of berserker rage, thus marking Na'ari as a berserker in the field of battle.

Lonely: He's had the worst lot all his life. He was orphaned at an early age, so one of the Water Temples brought him up. Ever since, he's been living a nearly solitary life. The world slowly seemed out to get him, hence his fighting spirit.

Vengeful: He follows a silent creed reserved for only his most hated of enemies. "No one Attacks me without Punishment"

Positive Traits:

Compassionate: Anyone who is in need of some form of help in Na'ari's eyes instantly is approached by him. It stems from the need to try and not have people share in the despair he feels, and ultimately because he fears about his Soul at times, not wanting to die and go to any place dark.

Witty: Around friends, and most oftentimes enemies, he'd make sarcastic remarks to taunt back at the enemy, or make his fellow allies laugh their behinds off. This is his usual way of letting off steam, and ward off depression. He often tries flirting using this wit, but more often then not, fails miserably.

Tactical: Even when he's in the heat of the fight, he is able to think clearly when he's not fully berserk. He will identify an objective and try to execute it as best as possible.

Fears:

Death: More specifically what happens after death. The unknown world strikes fear in the heart of This warrior of Water. That's why he wishes to do more good in the world so he can go to someplace good instead of dark. At every battle he says a small prayer to whatever God he thinks is watching on that particular day.

Claustrophobic: He cannot stay in enclosed areas too long. He would feel incredibly uncomfortable.

History: Born to a poor family struggling to survive, he lived in a farm several days outside of Lakeshore. War is war as one day the Fire Tribe tried to do a raid on their lands. Na'ari, then 4 years old, who was tending to a herd of sheep, was orphaned in minutes. A band of Water Warriors drove the raiders off and took young Na'ari to a water temple where Orphans are usually raised and taken care of. He could still hear his mother's cries out to him, as the house burned with his parents in it. He lived in the Temple until he was seven, as he then was adopted by a Captain of a band of warriors who needed a worthy apprentice. Na'ari fit the bill of health.

In the years that followed he was taught the ways of the sword and of his magic, which he was adept in using it to form a devastating wave technique meant to clear a row of ten soldiers. He then joined in the army officially at age fourteen, where he met the already famously known Wandering River Dragon, Zianro Azura. Most strangely enough, the normally quiet young man opened up to Zianro, the two becoming fast friends and drinking buddies.

Zianro made Na'ari a promise to make him an officer in his band of warriors if he wished to be. Na'ari accepted and very soon, at age 16 he was captaining A portion of Zianro's men into battle, where in one particular battle, he was ambushed by, reportedly, 200 men to his 50 man unit. Na'ari fought tooth and nail with his men to survive the night that followed. When morning came, 12 of his men were dead, but the enemy forces were defeated, many of them slain by Na'ari's Blade. This earned him his Moniker, Slumbering Rapid.

Zianro was almost delighted at the news he promoted him to Senior lieutenant of the entire force under his command. When Na'ari was 19, Zianro took the mantle of Water Lord, and appointed him to be his Right Hand. Unknowingly, Na'ari's skills landed him in a highly positioned spot, Glory and Power were his to take. However, He wishes to simply try and keep doing his job, whilst trying to keep Zianro from going power hungry in pursuing his dreams.

Likes:
Women (though has never pursued them)

Friends

Drink

His Sword

Fighting

Dislikes:

Despair

Sorrow

People suffering from the war

Death

Dreams/Goals:

To have a Pure Soul

Settling Down and raising a Family.

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Grey Blue

Tattoos/Markings: His Battle scars, especially his first scar across his nose.

Height: 6"3

Brief Appearance Description: Standing Four Inches taller then the Average Water Tribe Member, Na'ari almost looks imposing to some people who meet him the first time. When he's wearing his armor doesn't help this fact at all. His body beats the scars of battle as he was brought up in it at a young age. He has short black hair with his bangs usually hanging from his face.

Carrying: His Armor

Draconil- A Large, five foot claymore, heat treated by Na'ari himself using his water abilities.

Strength/Abilities:

Swordsmanship

Water Wave-his strongest water Attack. Uses sparingly.

Water Whip- a distraction type of water magic used to stun opponents

Weakness:

Berserker Rage- if he goes to deep, he won't recognize friend from foe.

His fears- they'd possibly slow him down if in a tight fight.

Other:

So begins...

Na'ari Aurelis's Story

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Today felt as boring as any other day. Zianro decided to get some morning air and walk around the city a bit before the advisors woke up and prepared for any other form of political nonsense he had to take care of. He loved the look of Lakeshore in the morning. Everything was serene, peaceful to him. The open air felt like a great relief then the stuffy old palace.

Even the City Guard were inclined to agree, as he'd probably want to be the first to know his Right Hand was on his way back from hunting several soldiers who turned to banditry on the trade routes, and the first to greet him for sure. Zianro then suddenly saw a young woman approaching him. Eirene deSoleh, that was what her name was. Zianro pondered a bit and nodded when she talked of her father. Advisor deSoleh spoke often of his daughter, in both the possibility of betrothal, and that she was quite odd for a member of the tribe. "Pleasure is all mine that one of my advisors hid such a lovely little thing." He responded to the greeting as he listened carefully to her request.

"The convicted? Well, usually their dragged out and executed in the square at times then their bodies are taken to the sea. Those that die in prison are well, disposed of carefully to avoid the spread of disease." He responded. He found it odd she wished to examine such a corpse. Then, out of the corner of his eyes at the gates, he thought he saw a familiar shape enter in it, armored and carrying a detained bandit at the back of his horse. The six foot three inches of the horse's owner dismounted and began speaking to the city guard.

"So then, Milady. If you wish to examine a corpse, I'll have to ensure they're not only disease free, but they're not hacked up into bloody chunks." He said the last part loudly. The tall man looked over at Zianro and just did a peeved wave of his hand. "Oh no, now I've done it. I made Na'ari mad." He chuckled to himself at the thought.

"Anyway Eirene. We can further discuss this at the palace? We can discuss your studies there and what you wish to know whilst visiting the prisons." Zianro said this offer. He wished to get to know this scholar woman more. He didn't know why, maybe it was because of her strange appearance for a Water Tribe member.

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The Man called Na'ari meanwhile had a guard drag the man he brought to the prisons. The Right Hand was in a sour mood. Some of the bandits got away which means they'll reorganize. Zianro's small taunt whilst trying to possibly woo his next female companion did not help things either. But Na'ari paid no heed of it. "Alright boys! Breakfast drinks are on me! Let's go!" With that, some off duty guards followed Na'ari to the nearest tavern for breakfast.

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Zianro smirked silently. "On the contrary, I think this will put some flavor in a possibly dull day. The daily political bickering of the advisors gets greatly tedious at times." He stated, gesturing her to follow him as he headed towards the prisons.

They were located under an adjacent building in the palace, and Zianro walked towards said building knowing the more healthier corpses fit for examination would be there. "So, Miss Eirene, or do you wish Lady deSoleh? My question is, why do you study corpses. Rather macabre and strange don't you think?" He asked as he walked into the building and looked at several bodies. "Hm, well, you can tell which ones are more healthier I presume, since they're closer to the exit it means they're not infected with anything life threatening. Though, more often then not, my Right hand often throws his bounties in pieces."

He rubbed his head in slight worry. "At times I wonder what the bandits do to file him up so."

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"So, then the leader is caught, whilst his subordinates run with their tails between their legs!" Na'ari says to the off duty city guards. "I'm telling you, banditry shows there's bad apples in the mercenaries at times." He drank from a tankard and breathed. "Ah, now I return to Zianro with the report, what am I to tell him? 'They will return in six weeks reorganized and pissed off.'?"

"Aw come on Na'ari, I think your overworked. Ask for a vacation!" Shouted one guard.

"Yeah, like go to the Air Tribal lands for a time, I hear the silver haired lasses are very great."

Na'ari rolled his eyes. "I can't take vacations damn it." He said with a chuckle. "Who'd be here to pick up any messes those mercenaries or advisors make?" This was a sarcastic, trick question. One many are familiar with. It is a question that is a precursor to him getting a bit worked up.

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Zianro gave a shrug to Eirene. "Well, of course people fear ghosts. I'll be frank to be a bit guilty of being haunted by my ancestors." He hated to admit that, but He felt it needed to be said. "But there has to be a natural explanation that borders spiritual. It's like dreams. Impossible dreams, like world peace and such things. Do you have dreams Milady?"

A guard then runs into the room and whispers in his ear as Zianro gives a sigh. "Tell the big guy I'll be with him in a little bit. In the meantime escort his prisoner into the dungeons, intact. We don't want him taking an arm off if he gets miffed." He stated as he turned to the pale woman. "My Right Hand wishes to give me his report on his recent campaign against a few rogue bandits. If you wish to follow me, you may but you may find him boring."

The Wandering River Dragon then turned and headed outside the dungeons, unsure if he'd be followed or not and saw the familiar tall, armored and tough figure that was his young friend. "Na'ari Aurelis! You silly lad. What have you been up to?"

"My Lord, you seem jovial today. My Report is in need to be given about the status of the ring of bandits you sent me against. There were stragglers so there may be a possibility they may become a problem again." The tall man stated, shifting a shoulder slightly to accommodate the weight of his large sword, Draconil.

"It cannot be helped then. Gives you an excuse to keep fighting. I don't know what will happen if you ended up a mercenary again." Zianro said with a chuckle.

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To hear that their leader believed in ghosts took Eirene by surprise, she had always imagined that all warriors avoided such things. Wouldn't that scare them away from wanting to kill people in order to protect themselves from being haunted by the souls of those they had slain? Either way it was an interesting thought he had, about ghost being like dreams. Not that it convinced Eirene that ghosts was something that existed, she couldn't allow herself to think such thoughts since that would lead her to fear her own research in the end. Being too scared of the consequences instead of driven to find the answers.

As she stood and pondered over the things he had said about dreams, what kind of dreams she had a guard entered. She just glanced at them shortly as they talked about things she probably shouldn't listen to. So she didn't, instead she focused her attention on the body in front of her, restraining herself from touching it. Because she wasn't sure if she was allowed to do it, or if it was right of her to even wanting to do it.

"My Right Hand wishes to give me his report on his recent campaign against a few rogue bandits. If you wish to follow me, you may but you may find him boring."

Once again the man had struck her by surprise, that he now offered her to meet that Right Hand and listen to what he had to say felt like an incredible honor. So she lowered her head with a smile, "That would be an honor, Lord Azura."

As he left the room she followed him from a distance, not wanting to bother him. And sure, hearing about some bandits wasn't her prioritize and probably not something she would felt like doing if this was any other day or hour. But her curiosity on what kind of man that Na'ari was, rather than the report alone, made her come along.

When the two men started to talk to each other she observed the new one closely, simply because it was the reason for her to go there. Even if she had been interested in the topic she didn't exactly know what she could say that would be relevant either, and neither was it appropriate for someone like her to invite herself in the conversation and intrude. So she just stood and observed it from a small distance.

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"You probably wouldn't have to worry as I think smart about some things and wouldn't abandon home for the world." Na'ari stated as he thought he saw someone at the entrance of the dungeon. "Giving tours of the dungeons to ladies now? The standards must've fallen from you Zian."

"What? Oh! I'm sorry. That's Lord deSoleh's daughter. She's here on an academic purpose." He turned to Eirene as he said that. "My lady, if you like the specimen you were examining earlier, I'll arrange it to be taken to wherever you want it. But come, come, I think you want to introduce yourself properly to my friend here."

"What would she possibly want to study down there?" Na'ari asked, not knowing the evil smirk Zianro slowly formed on his lips.

"The dead. More specifically the corpses." Zianro stated and watched the reaction Na'ari would have. The Right Hand suddenly gagged in his mouth. He felt like he would be sick to his stomach for a few moments and shake a little at the thought of it.

"C-corpses? That's I-interesting. N-not the b-best thing in the world to be studying though, looking at the dead for too long is creepy." Na'ari stated.

"Be afraid Na'ari, my dear young and innocent friend. When you get a few more years into your body you'll get used to it." Zianro stated.

"I'm only twenty!" Na'ari slightly hissed his reply as he saw the woman actually approach. "Uh, hi. I'm Na'ari." He swallowed a bit nervously after his statement.

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As Eirene observed the two males the first thing that struck her was that they seemed close, they were at least enjoying each other’s company since they were joking around even though it was fairly important things they were discussing. Or she guessed that something like bandits were important business. Either way, it sure was intriguing to just watch how they acted in each other’s presence. As it proceeded Eirene started to wonder if this was how all warriors acted around each other, since this was not how she had imagined it at all - somehow her preconceptions had formed this image of them being stern and angry all the time.

"My lady, if you like the specimen you were examining earlier, I'll arrange it to be taken to wherever you want it. But come, come, I think you want to introduce yourself properly to my friend here."

At first she blinked by surprise, she had not thought that she would be invited to join the conversation. But when she was, she smiled quietly and lowered her head in a nod before she slowly approached the two men. As she did she got to watch how the one that had been proclaimed as brutal seemed to lose all the color in his face as her research was mentioned. It amused her slightly, that someone that towered so highly above her and did such things got so scared over such small niceties. But the comment about it being creepy did bother her, it felt like an insult, even though she knew that people thought that already. But hearing someone say it in front of her felt worse.

"Uh, hi. I'm Na'ari."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Na'ari, as Lord Azura said I'm Lord deSoleh's youngest daughter. My name is Eirene and I'm a scholar, I study death," She couldn't help herself even though she knew that this probably wasn't something she should say towards the man. But it was why she did say it, partly because of the insult and because she would like to see if he would act the same way when she mentioned it as he had done when their leader told him about her research. When she had said that she turned around towards Zianro instead and smiled slightly, "Yes, if it's possible I do have a chamber where I keep my research and it would be terrific if I could get a sample there. It and I won't be bothering other people there who find it disturbing. It's located in the basement of my house."

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Zianro smirked at the two conversing and then he saw a guard nodding in his direction. "Na'ari," he said to a now pale right hand. "I want you to help some of your men with the transport of the corse to the place in question of her research. Think you can handle that for a while whilst I get to these meetings?"

"I-is that an order?" Na'ari asked.

"It is." Zianro replied as he walked away from the two. Na'ari only sighed. He left him alone with a woman that could scare him. This situation felt terrific.

"Alright Milady. I shall be your escort it seems as lord Zianro has a liking to your research." The tall man stated, getting his emotions under control again. "Just point me in the direction of where we should go and we'll go."

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Character Portrait: Cailu Elre Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Kalagisa Character Portrait: Eirene Character Portrait: Na'ari Aurelis

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“I think that would best. Treating her in my natural environment would ensure the best results.”

Cailu nodded, yes it was for the best if Ara went with them. If she wasn’t here he could prove to her that he was capable of handling the tribe on his own. Perhaps everything had gotten better when she returned, yes he saw everything in a positive light. He had done good, chosen the best option all by himself. He finally felt grown up, before he had just been a child following orders.

“I assume that means we have a deal. You will give us the food in exchange for supplies and healing your cousin? I promise that I will personally ensure that everyone in the tribe treats her with the utmost respect a guests deserves.”

“You should treat her with respect, she’s the former leader’s daughter and highly appreciated by our tribe. So it’s not only me that will be concerned with it all,” It was not until he said it that he realized how harsh the sentence was. If he hadn’t stopped himself he could had blurted out a threat and it had been extremely close that he had done it, if he had said it he could imagine how it all would have ended. In catastrophe.

“I was planning on spending the night camping with my warriors, but we can leave as soon as tomorrow. Or whenever its convenient for your cousin. I like seeing the world outside of Northpass, so I wouldn't mind a little delay if you need more time to prepare.”

“Oh, we do have some empty rooms in here and I could probably ask our local tavern if they could lend you the rooms they offer as well, you don’t need to set camp outside. You’ve shown that you are here as friends and not foes so you are more than welcome to explore Airedale and what we have to offer. When you want to dine just say that you are visitors of Ara and myself, you don’t have to worry about paying for anything. It’s the least we can do when you show such hospitality as taking Ara with you and treating her.”



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To be left alone with Na’ari felt complicated, sure she was happy that she would receive her testing object but the man himself seemed to whish he was at any other place in the world right now. Not that she felt offended by it, but it was a bit mood swaying to have such a person around her. She couldn’t really enjoy herself as much as she would if it was someone with a more open mind about it.

"Alright Milady. I shall be your escort it seems as lord Zianro has a liking to your research. Just point me in the direction of where we should go and we'll go."

Eirene eyed the tall man up and down again, she wanted to tell him that there was no need for him to act so childish – sighing at the fact that he received such an order. He was acting rather spoiled, or perhaps a bit rude. Something in between the both of those two things, but she didn’t say anything about it just put on a small smile before she gestured with her hand in which direction they would be heading.
“I’ll show you the way so you know where to go,” As she spoke Eirene had already started to walk. And she continued to walk under silence, even though she appreciated being accompanied by someone there was not much she could say to the man since he wasn’t exactly interested in anything she had to say anything about.

When they had made their way over to the other side of the city, still facing the sea a mansion could be seen raise above the smaller houses. Her family did have the reputation about having the ugly personality trait that made them want to brag, which most of them actually did. And their house was the same, a show piece to make everyone around see how supreme they were. Eirene herself found it ridiculous. But still, her family’s wealth did grant her the opportunity to do what she wanted to do. And since she was the youngest daughter she was spoiled, it was not her obligation to continue their family linage, there were others that had already done that. She had nieces.

“I store my research in the basement as I mentioned, you will find the door to the staircase on the eastern outer wall. Follow that staircase and you will find the room I use to explore the afterlife.” If Eirene had gotten another upbringing, or perhaps just a bit more courage about talking back she would give him some sort of snarky comment as revenge for his bad mood but she didn’t say it even though she wanted. Instead she just continued to give him that small smile that couldn’t even be counted as a smile, “I assume you are not interested in seeing what lies behind that door so you can just show the others where to bring the example I’ve been granted.”

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Na'ari followed silently, feeling slightly bad he might've called a researchers work creepy. He always felt like that. He lacked charm, he was an orphaned farm boy turned mercenary for a chunk of his life and Zianro thrusted him into this luxurious post. He never knew why. Maybe he needed a friend to keep him sane, which he somehow felt Zianro would become if left alone in the big building for too long.

He saw Eirene's house and he nearly gawked. "Whoa, bigger then normal houses." He muttered. he then heard her talk about where the specimen is to be brought, he motioned for the other guys to take the sample in. When she said afterlife though, Na'ari didn't cringe. "I thought you were looking into how death works. Not what happens after...though that's what makes me uncomfortable. What happens after the soul leaves."

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Character Portrait: Cailu Elre Character Portrait: Ara Cilivren Character Portrait: Kalagisa Character Portrait: Eirene Character Portrait: Na'ari Aurelis

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"I thought you were looking into how death works. Not what happens after...though that's what makes me uncomfortable. What happens after the soul leaves."

”Oh my,” Eirene had not noticed what words she had used as she spoke the sentence. But even if she had thought about it, she had probably used that word anyway, since she hadn’t understood that it would confuse the man, “I’m sorry if I confused you, that was not my intention. I do research what’s the meaning of death and how it work but what happens after it is something that intrigues me as well.”

But the man’s explanation of his fear made a lot of sense, since she at first thought he feared death itself but killed anyway. But now apparently it was the thought of what you would meet after you’ve died that was the thing that made him dislike the though. That was probably not something the soldiers thought about when killing someone, it was not their problem since it wasn’t them who died. When she thought about it Eirene started to wonder how many of the soldiers actually feared death just as Na’ari.

“Even though it makes you uncomfortable, don’t it make you wonder? What actually happens I mean. It’s like life’s last and biggest mystery, since you can’t find out or know until it happens to you. But even though I don’t think I will ever find out until I die, I can’t help but think about it. Trying to make theories about it,” Eirene placed her hand over her mouth and got quiet when she realized that she had started talking about it again. And this time with someone who didn’t favor the topic. So she lowered her head apologetically, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to talk about it again I just got a bit ahead of myself.”



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When the next day arrived Cailu was up even before the sun had risen, making sure that everything was done and prepared for. He knew Ara was awake as well since sounds could be heard from her room, not footsteps since she rarely walked around. But small sounds like the scraping of the chair, he guessed she was trying to get used to the idea of not being able to sit and watch Airedale through her window anymore.

When Cailu thought about it as well, Ara not being there anymore he couldn’t help but feel the sharp pain in his chest. It was as if he stabbed himself in the heart since it was him who decided to shove her away to an unknown place, he knew now how much he would miss her company. They had never been away from each other for so long amounts of time, they belonged together. That was how it was, it was always hard to leave her by herself when he had to go and talk to other cities or villages, but he always knew that she was sitting on the chair by the window waiting for his and Anastasias return. Now it was her that would go away, it was hard accepting the thought that when he would open the door to her chamber she wouldn’t be there. It would just be an empty chair facing the window, but no Ara.

Clouded by regret and sorrow Cailu went outside, taking some deep breathes of fresh air. He stayed outside until the group of Shapeshifters approached, they sure stood out in the village with their hair colors. You could detect them from far away as they approached so Cailu walked towards to meet them halfway.

“We brought the supplies. Just direct my tribesmen on where to put them, and tell them where the food supplies are so they can pack them up. After that, we're ready when your cousin is. Also, they made a sling out of wood and leaves for her to use for her own comfort. The warriors will have no issue carrying her throughout the journey.”

“There is no need for your soldiers to pack or unpack all by themselves,” As Cailu spoke a male guard approached the group silently, “This is Mondo, he and a lady guard named Fi will accompany you to ensure my cousins safety. Mondo will show your men where we keep our stash’s and help.”

When Cailu was done speaking the male guard gestured where the party should be heading and continued to lead them there. But just before he left, one that was observant would notice the dark stare he sent towards Cailu. If you were really observant you would notice the dark stares of everyone around, even if they were just short ones. But they were there, everyone knew what he had done and mostly everyone despised Cailu for making such a decision. Not that they liked him from the beginning either, but this just fueled the fire.

But Cailu ignored them, he was used to them already, “I don’t think you will need that sling though, Ara can be rather prou--,” just as Cailu was about to end the sentence he stopped himself. Since the person in question had appeared beside him, holding her hand up like she always did when he was supposed to shut his mouth. And like always he did. Even though he was a tall man, it looked like he shrunk beside her, because he was not even close to radiate the same authority as her. Beside her, he just looked like a boy, a child hesitating on what he was to do. What he was allowed to do.

Even though Ara had been present when Kala had first approached Cailu, she had never took the time to watch her closely. So now when she for the first time stood in front of the woman, facing her completely, she eyed her up and down. She even observed the fox beside the woman. But it was not in an unfriendly way, it was because she needed to know what kind of people she was supposed to deal with.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Ara Cilivren, the only daughter of our former leader and our current ones cousin. I look forward to accompany you, and let me get this one thing strait. I’m not proud,” As she spoke Ara kept a friendly smile upon her face the whole time. Until the proud part, because at that moment she gave Cailu a harsh glare and he avoided looking at it as some shy child. “But he is right, I can’t accept such kindness. I will travel by horse and I think that will work fine.”

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"So, the uncomfortable route then? Ah, alright then, but I believe seastone chains will be more fitting on you, as that ice must be a bit too much, feel any fingers?" Zianro asked before smirking. "A few days of reflection on the past few days for you will be interesting. Oh, and one more thing, I might turn you into a temporary slave if you continue that screaming. Well, ta. I will let you know if your red head survived your brother." The Wandering River Dragon smiled before sauntering out of Vinicius's cell.

Thoughts crept in his mind, if he could find the red headed woman, she would be useful for leverage on the deposed Fire Lord, or in Zianro's mind the more reasonable of the two brothers. He kept having a funny feeling if Zianro left Zaheed alone with his plans with the earth tribe, the moment he'd be done he'd focus on him again.

"I'll need to plan accordingly...."

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Na'ari listened to the bright haired woman silently, rubbing his neck slightly sheepish of admitting his fear. "It makes me wonder if there's a heaven." Na'ari said softly. "It's where I think my birth parents are. They died in a raid long ago." He smiled ruefully as she apologized.

"Don't apologize, it's just old scars of my childhood." He said as he directed the men carrying the corpse down into the basement, only for one full minute later have the men walk back up without it with pale faces.

"Well it isn't the palace morgue, so of course it's going to look messy you sissies! Now go get a drink I'll join you later." The Right Hand ordered the men as they walked off. "Well, I'm sure my Lord Zianro would love to hear from you after his awkward call to his duties. It's been a pleasure meeting you."

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As the man suddenly mentioned his parents, or birth parents as he mentioned them as, Eirene somehow felt flattered. Perhaps it was something that he told everyone but even so Eirene felt like it was a privilege to get to hear about it. She felt, included, important. There were many feelings inside of her, but most of them were positive other than the sympathy she felt for him for losing his parents. She couldn't imagine how it would feel to be young when it happened and lose both of them at the same time, she had been an adult at least when her mother died.

As he continued to talk the other soldiers come back, she didn't notice anything different but apparently he did since he mocked them as they walked past them. But to call her place messy, she would feel insulted if it wasn't so that he was right. She had not really prioritized to clean the room like ever. But to have grown men react over it felt somehow odd, but it never struck her that perhaps it was the parchments with drawing or documentation that scared them off. Because she found it all normal.

"Well, I'm sure my Lord Zianro would love to hear from you after his awkward call to his duties. It's been a pleasure meeting you."

Eirene nodded slowly, "It was a pleasure meeting you as well. You know where to find me, I spend most of my day down there. Well, goodbye and have a great day." With that she curtsied and went away to the door down to the basement. She followed the stairs down into the obscure light from a few candles. The little light inside the room flickered over the drawings that adorned the wall, it was everything from the human body's anatomy to ideas she had about what could be the cause of death. The shelf’s was just as overcrowded as the walls, it was everything from empty arks to others that was filled to the last tiny bit of space. And now, the dead body lied there in the middle of the room on the table she usually used to collect all her things on as she walked around the room and philosophe.

In a few quick steps she was beside it, looking even more closely on it now as she was alone. Finally she would be able to discover what was inside that skin of humans, as she started to prepare the excitement just grew until it had filled every inch of her.

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Giving a small smile after watching the woman run to her studies, Na'ari headed off back to the palace, where he'd know he'll be needed. He didn't want to stop for a drink he wanted to discuss the next orders Zianro was to give him.

When he reached there he was met with a bored Zianro on his throne. "Ah, there you are. I'm certain you're here because you want another crack at that ring of bandits." Na'ari nodded his head fervently. "There's a good Right Hand. I expect nothing less from you my friend. But some Intel has been covertly sent to me, concerning two little headaches. Keep an eye out for any Earth Kingdom traveler you meet, but do not use any water from plants. I intend to make that statement law as we need good soil for crops. Keep a canteen on you."

Na'ari only nodded. "And the second?" He asked as Zianro smirked a very knowledgable smirk.

"A woman from the fire tribe should be exiled to here in due time, or already has. Find her and bring her to me. In chains or willingly. The choice is yours in that front. I'll want her for a bargaining chip. Start this task tomorrow Na'ari." Na'ari nodded his head as he left the throne room, hoping to get the bar as soon as possible.

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Character Portrait: Lord Vinicius Character Portrait: Sholeh Kanaka Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Bellistrad Indorial Character Portrait: Na'ari Aurelis Character Portrait: Reshar Xendir

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"Seize any suspicious characters, in case this 'serpent' epidemic is nothing more then a murderer on the loose. If it is, I want those responsible not only in chains, but with legs and arms broken. If it is a foreigner's then I will be even more angred. Oh, and wear your shin guards." Zianro said to some of the guards who walked out immediately to inform the soldiers. He had heard of what had happened, and he had to send for the healers to try and save lives before it was too late.

"You damned fool!" He said to himself. "If it is the work of the other tribes what can I do?! I had offered them love and peace, and one of them dares reward it with murder in the night, to wipe us out?! Wait..." Zianro stopped his ranting and half realized several things as he stormed towards the dungeons. He knew he had to see one man and one man alone for suspicions like this.

Upon reaching Vinicius's cell he simply used his own set of keys to unlock the door and walk in, slamming the door on his way in. He looked at an ice cold bucket of water and used his magic to wake up the prisoner. "Wake up Zotar. We are going to talk, more like I'm going to talk and you answer me when I'm done." Zianro stated as he sat on his bucket. "Something is out in my city this very night attacking my citizens. If I find this is a ploy of some kind by some loyalists of yours to try and rescue you and challenge Zaheed I will be very mad. Because I want to help you, really I do. But your hatred for other tribes has got to stop first and realize Imos needs all tribes. Otherwise, I cannot speak for your freedom. I could even make you a slave with a new name. Or I could torture you again and again."

Zianro then smiled a most chilling smile, a smile that also matched the dragon part of his title. "He banished the girl you know. The one you were with. To my lands of all places. Looks like the new King, yes King not Lord, wants all loose ends tied. If Zaheed has his way everything that our forefathers envisioned for us will fade away like moths in a flame."

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Na'ari was riding through the Water lands in silent patrol, seeking out the Exile his lord was telling him about. Though, he was unsure of where to start, or how to find her. Long had he pondered on how to find her or whom to turn to. He knew of one other exile who was actually a friendly type of person, so maybe it wasn't a bad idea to find and pay him a visit if he was in town.

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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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A knock on the houses door alerted Bellistrad to the presence of someone at the door. It seemed that the girl exile had fallen asleep again before he had ever gotten the chance to talk to her. Bell left the tea still hot next to her bed as he left to deal with the stranger outside. He walked up to the door and channeled his energies into his eyes. With great practice Bellistrad had perfect the heat sense ability to allow him to even see heat as colors, and using his intense control over his energies he could see who was on the other side of the door.

He recognized the man as Zianro's right hand, Na'ari Aurelis. He had helped him from time to time by talking with him and giving him spiritual guidance, as well as gained favor with Zianro through him so his fire-bending abilities remained a secret to the public. The man was one of the few Bellistrad truly trusted to let him pass through that door unscathed. Opening the door Bellistrad bowed low to show his respect for Na'ari. "Hello old friend, what brings you here tonight? I hope it has nothing to do with the fire tribe, I am tired of hearing about my old people recently."

Bellistrad moved out of the doorway to let Na'ari inside, moving to the floor mats set around a short table with his hookah and the tea kettle on it. Pooring Na'ari some tea Bellistrad sat in a relaxed position and took a few tokes of his marijuana before offering the hookah's tube to Na'ari if he wished to partake in the smoking."Tell me this, has Zianro done anything rash recently? I hope his dealing with Zaheed did not go as sour as mine. Whatever they have or had planned I want to get to the bottom of it." He also wanted something to blackmail Zaheed with to get him off Zaheed's bounty list.

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Na'ari waited for a moment and just when he thought it would be no one at the door to respond, Bellistrad answered and bade him to come in. This the warrior did as politely as possible and followed the Fire Exile to his sitting room. Often had he come here seeking some form of spiritual guidance. He found it interesting at best but it didn't really help him much to quell his fears of what happened after death.

He sat down and took the cup of tea as offered. He then looked at the hookah and out of respect, took a small puff to make sure he was still level headed to make coherent responses. It was then the Exile posed his question. "Zianro? Anything rash? Not from what I know, aside from flirting with a woman who studies dead bodies. As for any dealing with Zaheed I am not sure. But Zianro gave me a strange request, something to do with possibly another exile from your nation. However, whom I don't know. It would seem possible he has a political enemy of Zaheed, but I'm not a big thinker of politics. I'm just the enforcer of the law, and have to swing my sword at every banit on the road." Na'ari heaved a sigh, he the pondered over why Belistrad asked him such a question.

"Also, whatever you're thinking I'd try to avoid. I have a feeling Zaheed is a hard man to negotiate with. I'd advise you stay low until Zaheed is off your scent." He stated, "Anyway, I thought you'd enlighten me if there had been any recent events in terms of new exiles."

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Bellistrad sat sucking on the hookah tube for a moment or two as he processed what Na'ari was telling him. Some things were obvious immediately, such as the fact that Zainro was keeping information about Zaheed's plans a secret from even his most trusted friend Na'ari. This meant whatever was going on in the Fire Tribe was big and involved Zainro in some way. Then Na'ari mentioned something that left Bell feeling cold, he mentioned another fire exile. A few things clicked into place at this point and it showed on Bell's face. He stood up fast and stared into space as his brain put it all together.

If Na'ari knew about the exile than only Zainro would be able to tell him that, since he was in on Zaheed's plans. But the thing is, Zainro would not care about the fire exile unless he could use her as a pawn in whatever game he was playing. He was not the kind f man to be malicious and consorting but he also would never miss an opprotunity to further his goals. What did this girl mean to Zainro?

"Na'ari, before I tell you what I know, I want you to answer this one question and then listen to what I say and believe it. Promise me this." He waits for Na'ari to say his promise before he speaks. "Now think hard on this, has Zainro got a new favorite prisoner in his dungeons? Someone with fire abilities that need to be suppressed perhaps?" If Zainro has another fire bender in his jails it would more than likely be Zotar, considering the information. Zaheed might have already set his plan in motion and Bellistrad was too blind by fear of Zaheed to see it.

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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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What Na'ari had said was enough to convince Bellistrad that Zotar was in Lakeshore, a captive of Zianro. That meant that Zaheed was in total control of the Firetribe and that Zianro had participated. There was probably a deal for peace struck secretly between the two. He sighed and moved around Na'ari to the bedroom door at his back. "I understand now, Na'ari. And as I promised, I will let you know about the exile." Bellistrad opened the door and revealed the sleeping woman in the other room. Bellistrad got in front of the open doorway and crouched into a fire bending stance."If you want her, than you have to go through me. I know Zianro wants her for some sort of bargain. Are you with me or your king?" Bellistrad collected blue flames into his hands and burst the flames hotter and larger to encompass his entire forearms, then sent the flames with a wave of his hands in a wave towards Na'ari, at an angle that would mostly miss him anyway.

The attack was more of a light show than an attack meant to harm, Bellistrad mostly wanted to scare Na'ari into a fight. A smirk on his face proved it, he was just playing with him. It was all part of Bellistrad's plan to get to Zotar and perhaps get him free. It would however include first getting thrown into the Lakeshore jails.

"Fight me for your honor Na'ari! Win the exile for your lord!" The move was so far out of character for Bellistrad that he even had trouble not laughing while he as goading Na'ari to fight. But he had to have fun with it as well, he had always wanted to fight Na'ari or even Zianro just to get to know them and their ways of Water. This was his chance to learn those ways, and even risk his life along with both the woman exile and Zotar in the process. A risky business looking out for the tribes well being, but Bellistrad thought he was up for the task.

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Na'ari ducked backwards in shock from Belistrad's sudden assault. He landed straight on is back an his eyes widened. "Have you lost your mind?!" He yelled out. He genuinely could not understand what was going on. He gripped his sword's handle tight as he glowered. He just wanted information not a fight. Plus he couldn't tell if the woman Belistrad was protecting was the one he was looking for.

"Enough! Cut it out right now! You crazy loon, what's your problem?!" He shouted as he opened his canteen and threw a whip around his opponents feet to knock him off balance as that he could put the weight of his armored boot on top of him to pin him. "I just came for info! I wasn't even prepared for a fight you got that?! I swear to God, if it wasn't for the fact there was a woman present I'd knock you out!"

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Zianro smiled. "It is an honor you are considerate. Most find me quite the boring to have a nice lunch with conversations with me." He stated. "I'll make sure the cook will be informed I'll have a guest for lunch so that the necessary arrangements are made. I'll have someone send for your brother so that he can gain his father's position as adviser. I'd love to get to know his character." With that, he sat on his throne with a content smile on his face. He half wondered what on earth Na'ari was doing at that exact moment in time.

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Na'ari's words did not register for Bellistrad, he was only focusing on the moves Na'ari made. The water bender opened a canteen of water at his hip and strung it out in a long whip, which wrapped around Bell's ankles and tripped him to the ground. Na'ari quickly pinned him down with his boot to hold him in place. The entire beauty of the water style fascinated Bellistrad and actually made him smile despite having just been pinned to the floor."Well,Na'ari, I must congratulate you on your work apprehending me. You better take me to prison now." His voice was sarcastic as he held up his hands and waited for Na'ari to shackle him. Closing his eyes, Bellistrad opened his eighth chakra and went into a sleep like trance, his mind leaving his body to enter the ether for a time. Bellistrad kept his mind in a comforting place during his trance, for he knew where he woke up might not be as pleasant.

When Bellistrad came to a few hours later, his arms were shackled behind him where he hang; with his shirt missing, along with his shoes and belt. The room in which he hung from the wall was dark and cramped. Every muscle in his body ached and was shivering in the cold moist air. Bellistrad brought up his energy and warmed his body to stop the shivering, and even went as far as to blow a small flame into the air that formed into a floating globe of flame illuminating the cell. Immediately a bucket of ice water was dumped onto his head and over his body. The sudden cold made him scream out in pain, the water giving his system a shock to his energy fields. He convulsed for several minutes before hanging limp from the chains, his light put out.

Now more determined to break out, Bellistrad gathered his will and recharged his chakra system, his hands bursting into blue flames extra hot with his intense willpower. Bellistrad's battle cry was long and loud as his energy got hotter and hotter until the chains melted and broke free. Falling to the wet floor of the cell, Bell hit the ground hard and crumpled down on his hands and knees. He made sure nothing was out of place before standing and going towards the steel prison door. He was ready to break out Zotar... and maybe hurt some water benders if need be.

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Character Portrait: Sholeh Kanaka Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Bellistrad Indorial Character Portrait: Eirene Character Portrait: Na'ari Aurelis

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"Ah, a pleasure to make your acquaintance Lord DeSoleh. Please come closer and have a seat. I've invited you here for lunch to discuss certain developments that may interest you." Zianro stated as he got comfortable and waited for the servants to do so. "So I must first, as I have done before, is that you accept my condolences for the loss of a member of your family."

He then rubbed his hands together in musing. "I also must announce that due to your loss, your father has somehow seen that he is unfit to continue his position as the DeSoleh family adviser seat in my court. He resigned this morning. This is why your sister has suggested a proper replacement. You, Eden."

He extended his hand to the eldest sibling of the family. "I openly invite you to take your father's position as adviser. Should you accept it."

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Na'ari was pacing near a tavern in town, wondering what the heck was going on. Belistrad acted strange and he suspected Zianro of some form of foul play. He decided to stick the exile in one of the dungeons away from the Royal dungeons and observe his movements. If Zianro lied to Na'ari about something he had a right to know about it. "What the hell is going on...?"

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The first thing Eden did as soon as him and his sister left the palace was obviously scold her for not acting like a lady of noble birth should. In his opinion she should had learnt that by now and if she continued this act of hers she would just embarrass her family. His family. Eden didn't want that, to be known for something other than being great in every way possible. Which was the image the deSoleh family strived after.

The second thing he had done was go home to tell his wife and kids of the glad news that brightened their presence in these dark times. The expression on his wife's face had been just like he had imagined, she looked so happy that he himself hadn't been able to conceal his true emotions. Of course their children hadn't understood what it all meant but they looked glad anyway while Eden had swung Yvette around the room in his arms. How horrible it might sound but it was as if they all had forgotten about the loss of Embla. They were all too busy being happy for Eden's success. It wasn't until after the happiness had settled down that Eden once more came to think of it, his thoughts got once more clouded by dark thoughts. Which this time was mostly directed towards himself for being so happy about something so terrible.

With these thoughts swirling around his mind he left his house, he couldn't stand himself at the moment. He even despised himself slightly for it. And when being in a bad mood there was one place he always returned to, mainly because it was one of his oldest friends that owned it but also because he did have an habit to drink away his problems.

Inside the inn, which was crowded as always, he placed himself at his usual table and it didn't take long before his friend came to greet him. They talked a little about this and that at first, avoiding the heavy topics even though they both knew what had happened. But it was like neither of them actually wanted to approach it, so they both felt like it was for the best to just leave it be.

"Guess who's going to take place in the palace for the deSoleh family now," It was after a few drinks that the sentence just happened to pop out of Eden's mouth and even though he in a sober state would probably slice himself for pieces for it he now didn't even care. He just felt like bragging about his new position, without even mentioning Embla or his father.

"You?"

"Damn right! I am! I'm the new adviser to our great leader, me, Eden deSoleh! I'm going to be the greatest adviser alive!" While talking Eden was violently gesticulating, he wasn't acting like his usual self at all. If Eden had a drinking problem? Yeah. But he would never admit it, he just pointed out others flaws while refusing to look at his own.

"How did you get that position? I thought your father was going to cling to it until the day he died? He isn't dead right?" In a mumble the owner mostly added to himself, "At least that's what you've been complaining about for the last couple of years."

Eden just shrugged, he hadn't been told the reason. He just knew that his father had resigned and to be precise at first he was too happy to even think about it and now he was too drunk to even care about it. "Who cares? I just know that it was my freaky little sister who by some unknown reason is all buddy-buddy with Azura now. I don't know how she did it and I don’t think I want to know either, if I knew I would probably be too ashamed to even leave my house."

For the first time in that conversation the owner showed some sort of surprisement, "You mean to tell me that Eirene has been able to even meet the leader?"

Once again Eden just shrugged, not amused by the direction the conversation was taking. He wanted to talk about himself and only himself. "Yes, I don't know how. Who cares?"

"Well, I guess she took the news about her only sister pretty bad? How is she doing?"

Eden was losing patient with the man and let out a loud sigh, "No, she seems fine. I don't know! Ask yourself! She's probably in that disgusting basement of hers doing her 'research' like always."

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"Goodness me you haven't been fed in awhile. Maybe some food is what you'll need to get a coherent response from you." Zianro stated as he left the cell again and ordered his guards to make sure plenty of food was given to his prisoner. It would not do him good if Zotar wasn't alive and healthy to take on Zaheed if he decided to leave his company,with the girl.

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Na'ari walked into the bar, since he had returned to townhe had found that there was a tense chill in the air. He didn't know what to think of it. So he ordered a drink and watched the area, wondering if something was going to turn up. It did in the form of Eden DeSoleh entering, beaming at first and then he began to order drinks. It seemed he endured some loss then gain in his productive life. His eyebrows twitched as he heard him mention Zianro and then his sister.

The conversation he was having seemed to be turning away from what he wanted so he listened in. He felt his hand twitched at how drunk that Eden was at saying his assumption of Eirene. Had he not been Eirene's brother, Na'ari would've killed him, but that would stain him as the Lord's Right Hand. But he had a feeling that wasn't the only reason his hand twitched. No. Na'ari felt there was another individual in the bar, one who might be dangerous...foreign even. His mind went on the alert.

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Reshar was having quite a good time in the bar. It had gotten quite lively as it seems a brother of the young woman he murdered seemed to be trying to celebrate his rise in the political world. Reshar was pleased that his food arrived just in time for the "show". He listened in and was rather interested in this sister and her "experiments".

'Eirene', Reshar thought to himself as he kept his eyes mostly fixed on his food as he pretended to still be suffering from a hangover from the night before. Of course his constitution held strong, and he downed some alcohol as if that would wash away his pain. It was weird how drunkards continued to drink regardless of their ailments. Reshar continued to scan the crowd as he swayed slightly and slumped forward. There were more people coming in and it was annoying to have to keep track of all of them. There are two kinds of people in bars. Talkative and silent. Reshar took note of both types in the tavern and began to cross reference his experiences and scanned the crowd casually as called out for another ale.

"Another ale here please, I'm starting to remember my headache again!" he sounded annoyed and obnoxious which was standard he used this time to look at everyone's reaction to see if anything seemed out of place, and of course he through in a slight drunken sway in the performance as well.

Reshar watched the owner's face scrunch slightly before he got up to grab a bottle. Apparently he enjoyed talking about Eirene for some reason but the promise of coin was always the greatest of words to businessmen.

'Basement' he thought. 'I wonder if i should take a look before I go,' he thought as he went back to his food.'Disgusting experiments' could be anything and putting my curiousities above the mission is not my way. Though his thoughts were along those lines he was curious about this Eirene, who seemed to fascinate the owner and others in the tavern. He recalled the name and her discription. She had not been out last night, but the additional information on her was quite scarce, just rumors and such.

Reshar finished his food and slid his plate away as he finished off his first ale just as the second one was placed on the table. He held on to the bottle and pretended to glare at everyone as he explored their reactions to him once more as he mulled over the thought of searching for this woman while he rested his head on the table and let his eyes drift from face to face randomly as he pulled his drink closer as if to protect it from thieves.

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People came and left the tavern while Cailu still was seated in his dark corner, hiding from the outer world. Sulking like he usually did. Even though he didn't have anything to actually be depressed about at the moment he was still sitting there looking as if his world was falling apart while drawing circles with his fingers on the table. But even though he knew it was his own fault he couldn't help but dislike it all, if it wasn't for the fact that Felicity had shown up and slapped his mind back to reality he would probably be on his way to Northpass by now.

He was deep in thoughts when the strange man approached him and even though Cailu did notice the movements in the corner of his eye he didn't care enough to look properly. In his head he just assumed the man was searching for somewhere to sit, Cailu didn't care. But when the chair's legs could be heard scraping against the floor Cailu looked up at the stranger for the first time, furrowing his eyebrows when he noticed that it was a foreigner. Like always in Airedale it wasn't hard to tell the locals from the rest, they lacked the white hair. At least the younger ones.

"Hey there. Sorry to bother you but you seem like you need some help. My name is Bellistrad Indorial, spiritual guide of Imos. Might I ask your name and occupation.?"

The name sounded familiar, but Cailu couldn't really remember why. He just had a feeling that Ara probably knew who this man was, he had a faint memory of her mentioning the name. So he just guessed that it was something that made the man stand out from the crowd apart from the hair.

It took a while for Cailu to answer the man, he just sat there quietly while watching him. He was hoping for the man to go away and leave him be again, but since that wasn't happening he just mumbled out the answer, "I'm Cailu Elre..." He didn't think it was worth mentioning his occupation, even though the man was foreigner and hadn't seen the Air tribe's leader's face before Cailu just assumed he had at least heard the name.



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The conversation continued to go on once the owner returned to the table when everyone that begged to be served had gotten what they wanted. It wasn't much of importance that got mentioned, it was mainly Eden who was once again bragging about his new position once more. But this time even louder, as if he wanted the whole inn to hear it. Which obviously was the case. He wanted the whole wide world to hear his announcement. That he stood above the rest. When drunk all of Eden's bad traits he hid so well while being sober got exposed, it was as if he turned into someone completely different.

As time went by nothing turned for the better, it in fact got worse. It got to that point that not even Eden's oldest friend could defend his behavior and tried to calm the man down while putting his hand on Eden's shoulder while trying to convince him that he had probably had enough to drink. That only led to Eden getting even more annoyed and without lifting the cup itself he splashed what was left in the owner's face.

"Don't dare to speak like that to me! Never tell me what I can or cannot do, I decide when I've had enough!" By now when speaking Eden's voice had gotten low and languorous, he couldn't speak correctly anymore.

The owner didn't say anything more after Eden's outburst, he just wiped his face in silence while Eden continued to talk about this and that. Eden didn't even acknowledge the fact that his friend had stopped answering him. He was happy just talking to himself. After a while of more talk about himself Eden sluggishly placed his hand over his mouth while looking as if he was trying to figure out the mysteries of the world. He was thinking hard, not because he was usually stupid but because he at this point had forgotten everything because of the daze in his head.

"I heard a rather strange tale yesterday when I was searching for Embla with the others..." Eden began but seemed to sink down into deep thoughts again, thinking so hard that he got more wrinkles all over his face. "My younger brother... Uh... I don't remember which of them... They look so damn alike... He told me this strange thing... Uh... What was it... Oh yeah! Apparently our family home got visited by some palace guard yesterday morning, they were accompanied by Eirene. You won't believe what they had with them! According to... Uh... Ee- Whoever it was of them, he said that they carried a body with them. And when they left they didn't carry it with them anymore. Can you believe it?"

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Na'ari pondered over Eden's words and slipped a coin towards the bartender. "Make sure he gets cut off and a decent escort home. We wouldn't want him to make an embarrassment of himself before he starts his first day as adviser." He whispered in the bartender's ear. It would be kind of hard to miss Na'ari Aurelis in a crowd. He was tall for a water tribesman. He just didn't want any ears listening in on Eden's drunk ramblings. As the Right Hand, he had to shield Zianro of slander, and assassins if need be. He would have to keep his eyes open, there were many people at this inn.

And he didn't like the way some of them looked if it looked like anyone listened in. He had to watch very carefully on who behaved suspiciously about Eden's ramblings. Danger is easily afoot.

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Reshar looked through the man talking to the bartender and focused when he started to speak and read his lips before taking a bite of his food and looking around again.

'Security?' Reshar thought to himself. The odds of him being in here were probably thirty percent. Making his rounds and such. 'This tribe is rather cautious,' he bemused in his mind as he took another bite. 'Atleast after a crisis. Had they been like this from the beginning it would have been quite harder to get it accomplished'.

It amused Reshar slightly that this man (Na'ari), bothered having this guy protected. Reshar got up uneasily after finishing his food and drink and staggered towards the door.

"Well thanks for yo-your hosssspitality," Reshar slurred. "I'm going to go looook f-for my friend because heee... did NOT show up for our little escape from the ladies of the house, last night. He was supposed to split the bill too" He stumbled out the door and paused and made a theatric about deciding which way to go. Reshar knew where the house was already, but perhaps he would take a peek at this basement. He was drunk after all. Nothing odd about a drunk getting lost or even being curious about a story he heard in a bar. At least his cover should hold up still. After the peek he'd leave lakeshore and and then make his move on the next targets for the next tribe.

Reshar turned in the opposite direction so he wouldn't arouse suspicion and he'd just make his way back to the "basement" casually, as he looked around for something he could use as a weapon along the way.

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There was always such a strange satisfaction filling Deborah's body when someone reacted like she wanted them to do when she provoked them. A warm feeling that filled her stomach and spread, close to the feeling of butterflies because of the tension in the situation. She couldn't put her finger on why it was like that, if she got nervous because they prepared to talk back or if it just was the thrill of the moment that made it feel like that. Either way she enjoyed it to such an extent that it did border on too much.

“If someone expresses gratitude towards you it is at the very least polite to acknowledge them. Were you never brought up with manners?”

The last comment just made Deborah laugh, a cold mocking one. She found it hilarious, that the tiny lady complained about her manners of all things. But sure, she was right, Deborah couldn't care less about such trivial things. With a mocking grin she bent forward towards the woman, like she tried to get on the same level as her but it was in fact just a demonstration of the fact that she indeed towered over the other one, "Well, can't you ask your gods why I wasn't brought up with manners? Or why not ask them why I had to raise myself? They are 'gods' right, they should be able to answer those questions." With a cold voice she added after straightening her back again, "Well, I suppose I forgot to teach myself manners, so terrible of me."

Once again the woman was talking but somehow Deborah didn't feel as if the woman spoke to her, but neither anyone around them since it seemed as if she actually answered someone but no one had said anything. This did make Deborah slightly confused which could be seen in her face, as always she was like an open book to read. Her eyebrows that was already furrowed because of anger changed direction slightly while she eyed the woman from the tip of her feet’s to the horns on her outfit. It indeed was a strange woman, probably not from around here - she didn't exactly look like anyone from Murtovaara. But Deborah couldn't say where she came from either since she had no experience from outside of the city, she had never felt like traveling and neither had she had the money needed in her possession earlier.

After Deborah had realized that the woman was actually talking to herself she got a bad taste in her mouth, she hesitated for a short moment. She saw the woman as crazy and the thought of crazy people did make her a bit uncertain. They had a tendency to be unpredictable and she didn't fancy it too much. For a short moment she did think about leaving before it got ugly but her pride stopped her, both her heart and head told her that even though the woman was crazy she didn't need to fear her. Deborah knew that she was strong, she knew that if it turned for the worse she could take down the woman even without her special abilities.



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In the middle of his rampage he felt how he was lifted up from the chair and in rage his rampages just got worse. He cursed the men that dragged him out of the tavern and he cursed towards his oldest friend as well, but it was always like that. The man was used by now, he knew that tomorrow morning he would find Eden at his doorstep apologizing for his behavior. Everyone that was a regular knew that it always was like this with the oldest deSoleh son.

When he had gotten dragged out from the place he wouldn't try to get inside again, instead he would wobble home instead. His wife knew about it as well and she would wait up for him to return so she could help him get into the bed. It was the usual procedure. I was somewhat of a must, no one felt the need to change it. The owner and friend of Eden made a lot of money on his drinking problem while his wife knew that he would return home at almost the same time at night since they would close the door for him at almost the same time every day when it happened.

So while he started to make his way to his own house he didn't notice the other drunkard that left the tavern and headed sort of the same direction. To tell the truth he was too busy focusing on where he put his feet’s because it felt as if he was walking on a ship in the middle of a storm, everything just swayed around him.

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'By the Goddess, this is a joke, right?', Reshar thought thimself as he realized the person that he planned on avoiding was following him. Going back to the information in his head; this man, Eden deSoleh, did live in this direction. Good news is his cover waqsn't blown. Bad news the man had someone walking a distance behind making sure Eden didn't hurt himself. Physically or Politically.

Reshar wasn't worried about the wobbling Eden. Reshar's mind was more focused on the sober individual that was being annoyingly observant. After a few moments of wobbling went by Reshar let out sigh.

'That meat was good too,' Reshar thought. Without another second he dashed awkwardly to an 'alley' between houses and got to his knees and with his back turned to Eden and the other person, Reshar shoved two fingers down his throat and withing seconds caused himself to puke up his breakfast. Reshar let his gag reflex take over as he did it again and puked more out giving Eden and his chaperone a chance to walk passed him

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“The Gods are not wish granters, they keep the balance of the worlds, not the people.”

Deborah had never understood why people choose to believe in such things as gods or some sort of magical force controlling the world and what happened. Why would people put their faith and wellbeing in things that couldn't be proven to exist? It puzzled her but not in a good way, it annoyed her. She found those sort of people extremely frustrating, priests and priestess of all types. They all just preached about the same things - making people believe in foolish nonsense to get some sort of control over them. Or their money.

Without Deborah even giving the woman an answer she once more snapped and complained about someone or something calling her little one, Deborah found her crazy talk extremely unpleasant. So her upper lip twitched once more but this time in disgustment, revealing the teeth's for s split second while she wrinkled her nose. If the woman’s appearance and crazy talk wasn't enough there was another thing that Deborah had noticed. While she had stood here talking with a woman a single raven was circulating above them, she knew that people kept birds as pets but she found it rather creepy anyway. Not the crow itself but the fact that it was still up in the air just flying round and round.

“I demand your apologizes for insulting not me, but my gods who had so graciously given you their gratitude. I refuse to leave you alone until I have received a genuine apology.”

Once again Deborah just responded with a cold laughter, "Apologize to you gods? Kid, I am not apologizing to anyone. Not you or your gods. And clearly there is nothing you can do to force me to do it either. I advise that you stop with your foolishness because people that makes me angry usually end up blind. Do you want to become blind, child?" As she spoke you could notice how the space between her tightly grasped fingers started to glow more and more, a bright sharp light shine through them. It wasn't that Deborah lost focus and let her emotions take over, it was all a demonstrations of her power.



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As he made his way towards his house he heard the sound of someone else throwing up and it did make his own stomach make backflips, he felt how everything he had drunk under the evening was coming up again. It was an unpleasant feeling but somehow he was able to keep it down and just continue his wobble.

It didn't take long before he reached his own doorstep, with a weak hand he pounded on it to capture his wife's attention and like always he did. After a few seconds she opened it for him and helped him inside. Eden's own house was not nearly as fancy as the family house where most of his siblings that wasn't married yet still lived but he liked it anyway since it was his own. But of course he lived close to the mansion, his father and deceased mother wanted to keep their family members close to them.

Once inside his wife helped hem upstairs to where their chamber lied, once there she helped him get out of the clothes and wobble to the bed. Once his head hit the cushion he fell asleep immediately. She however continued to stay up for a while to just clean up after him, but soon she lied beside him as well.

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Whilst Eden was having a proper escort by the guard home, Na'ari kept his distance to keep an eye on a man he spotted leaving right after the conversation. He was drunk, or actually looked the part, Na'ari couldn't tell. But he knew this much. This man saw or heard too much from Eden. That made him all the more suspicious of the character. He walked for a time, but then noticed Eden and his escort passing by as well. Na'ari regardless watched the man as he puked on the streets.

That's when he had an idea to try and trip the man up if he wasn't all he says there was. He quietly walked towards the man, keeping calm and acting like he had a destination in mind. However, his hand was trained to his sword. If this man was dangerous he'd make sure to be ready on the defensive. He then saw that the direction he was heading to was the DeSoleh household.

"Curiosity can kill cats you know drunkard. Perhaps you should spare yourself a breaking and entering charge by leaving those poor people alone. They suffered enough." He said, calling the man out. Probably not the best move but Na'ari had a job to do and aimed to do it, regardless if he had permission from Zianro or not. He was also thinking of Eirene's safety if a drunk managed to enter her home. He slowly drew Draconil calmly, just to make sure he had the weapon in hand. "So how about I take you away from this part of town, unless you want an ejection from the town altogether?"

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"Curiosity can kill cats you know drunkard. Perhaps you should spare yourself a breaking and entering charge by leaving those poor people alone. They suffered enough." came a slightly new and familar voice from behind Reshar. It was that one guy from the tavern.

Reshar was a little let down that their paranoia didn't allow him to get to this wondrous basement, but in a sense it was what he wanted. Or at least what those who gave him the order wanted. Reshar's eyes widened in both real surprise as well as exaggerated, as he finished wiping the bit of spit and puke that probably remained on his lips on his sleeve. His job cared not for appearance, or honor. It was about discipline.

"So how about I take you away from this part of town, unless you want an ejection from the town altogether?" Reshar allowed his body to shake slightly as he propped himself up against the wall as if he was shaking in fear.

"Whash wrung wish thu people here?" He slurred his outrage. "Drarring a shord on shomeone jush becaushe they are curioush?" Reshar pointed his finger at [Na'ari] yet about a meter to the left of the actual person. Reshar was supposed to be drunk after all. "Y-you know what? Forget it! I was tired of this crazy place anywaysh. Firsht my friend doeshn't show up for a drink and now thish! D-don't think i'm shcared or a-anything" He threw his hands down in [Na'ari]'s direction as if saying he was done with it all. "Just point me to the exit so I can leave this crazy place."

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Na'ari sighed and ordered several guards to escort the drunkard out of the city, he didn't want to bother with him as he had another question to deal and get an answer for. He had to talk to Zianro. He walked back to the palace where The Water lord was now by himself on the throne.

"Ah, there you are old boy, say did you arrest people?" Zianro asked him, sounding like he learned of certain details.

"I only went to gather information about the girl and my informant made a harsh accusation...to you. He said you captured The Fire Lord so that Zaheed would become the Fire King. Tell me that isn't true.." Na'ari gave a reply as he gripped his blade.

Zianro stared at His friend and sighed. "Dear dear Na'ari, that informant of yours escaped. And if he has this accusation and hands it off to someone else the safety of the Water Tribe is Compromised!" Zianro drew his swords and rose from his throne. "You betrayed me! Indirectly!" Zianro shouted as the two warriors clashed with swords, not using their water magic. No, this was a battle of honor between two experienced soldiers.

"Did you not do the same thing by doing this accusation?! If it is true we are in deep trouble!" Na'ari retorted as he swung Draconil at a horizontal angle but The water Lord Blocked and bound him with water. "What is this?!?"

"You know too much Na'ari and your accidental bumble with your 'informant' has compromised the safety of the Water tribe as a whole." Zianro rubbed his face angrily trying to think of what more to say. "You're to take a vacation. To the Air Tribe. Away from me for the next month!" Zianro pushed Na'ari away. He had something more sinister in mind for his Right Hand's foolish bumble.

"I'll use my friend...as a scapegoat for my next plan. I'm sorry for putting it on you Na'ari. But my vision of peace on all four tribes must be maintained." Zianro thought as he walked to visit Zotar yet again and to try and nurse the Former Lord back to health. At least that was part of his plan.

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Na'ari was walking out of the Palace in shock, why did Zianro do this to him? He didn't do anything wrong. He felt confused, but he knew he had someone to possibly blame for it. Belistrad is going to answer a lot for the newfound friction made between the friends. But he was forced to go to the air tribe. How can he do anything there?

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Bellistrad listened to Cailu's whimpy responce and scoffed at him. His eyes flashed disappointment at Cailu, but he nodded and accepted his plan. "I have never met such a weakling of a leader, so out of balance with his own tribe that he would be afraid of their disapproval. But I cannot blame you, I understand what you must be feeling." Just the fact he was an exile showed proof that he did indeed feel something similar to Cailu, a disconnection with one's home. "I will go to the Water Tribe in a couple days time after my work here is finished. If you are sure you are not up to the task than I will have to accept your substitute. As long as the end result is in our favor." Bellistrad turned and packed his hookah away, slipping his pack back over his shoudlers and turned to leave.

Pausing at the doorway, Bellistrad speaks to Cailu without turning."One more thing. Before all this is over, you will have to make a choice. I pray you understand which one will be the right one before the end." With that Bell left. His meaning behind these words was simple, if Cailu got involved in this dispute he would either choose to let other's fight against Zaheed alone, or risk his life and stand up against him.

That choice would be Cailu's, and Bellistrad would not interfere with his free will. As Bellistrad exited the forsaken home the sun was already starting to edge towards the top of the sky. He had some shopping to do, and now that he was even on a more tight schedule he had to do these things fast. His first stop was the apothecary in town. Inside was a man he had known since near the time he had left the Fire Tribe. They embraced, exchanged greetings and recent happenings, and a few stories. Bellistrad kept the last few weeks under wraps from him, not wanting him to panic.

When they had both smoked and ate and made merriment Bellistrad purchased another few pounds of marijuana from him, as well as some other materials that he would need. As expected Bellistrad was able to purchase some special items from him as well, such as home made flash bombs the size of a man's fist and crystals that would help Bellistrad channel his energies. Yellow, unlike what most people believed, was the color of the specific chakra in a persons body that handles Fire energy. Bellistrad bought a pendant that was long enough to hang down to the center of his torso right over his stomach where the Willpower Chakra was located, he would use this crystal for advanced Fire Magic that he could not perform on his own.

After making his purchases Bellistrad rushed to his hideout as the sun was just beginning to set. He took out one of the crystals he had bought, an amethyst, and laid down on his back with the crystal resting on his forehead. The amethyst made astral projecting easier for him, and he left his body resting as he left it. He went to Cailu once more wherever he was at the time and began stimulating Cailu's second lowest chakra. This chakra was orange in color, and was located at the naval. This chakra, called the Sacral Chakra, deals with relationships and interactive emotions, as well as sexual energies. With this open Cailu will be able to pick up on people's emotions again and gain confidence around others with time.

Returning to his body Bellistrad saw that the sun had just set all the way, and only a faint red glow hung around the horizon. He decided to leave his new things at the hideout and go out to the tavern once more for a meal and relaxation. He gets there quickly and orders a vegetarian meal and some of the same chamomile tea, taking a seat near the gamblers and partook in a dice game in which he lost a couple of coins but thought the fun worth the cost.

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Zianro was busy, he had people take better care of Zotar and make him healthy again, but douse him in ice water every other day to keep his fire turned off. He then saw some form of bird fly in and give him a message.

"Hm...the leaders of Airedale are arriving. I can't wait for their visit. I wonder what they wish to talk to me about." He said to himself as he drank from his glass of wine, chuckling in his mind.

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Na'ari was tiredly heading into the Air Tribe lands. He was tired, tired from walking for several days. He was trying to reflect why he and Zianro were fighting and why he was sent off. It was either because Zianro finally got tired of him, or he just wanted Na'ari to take a vacation. But usually Na'ari had a horse.

He sighed as he then wandered to a tree near the road and leaned on it, falling asleep for the first time in awhile, he didn't know he needed sleep, but he was so confused about everything. He didn't want to be replaced. But he did accuse Zianro of something. No one accuses the Water lord of everything.

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Bellistrad had rested enough, and was ready for action. But he knew that both the Fire Tribe and the Water Tribe would be looking for him, so he decided to cover his usual garb with an extra long, shaggy brown cloak that trailed behind him as he road on his dark horse. Beneath the cloak Bellistrad wore sapphire dyed leather bracers and ankle guards which he kept in case of major battle, and even had his original Fire Tribe carbon steel sword, old in design but reliable. Bellistrad never really was adept with sword play but it would make a good defensive option. Finally he had a dirty brown shawl over his face to hide his appearance.

The road to the Water Tribe was normally empty that time of year, but Bellistrad was not so lucky and ran into the one person he did not want to see, Na'ari. He spotted the guard captain long before he reached him, and there was little chance he would recognize Bellistrad. Not wanting to stop riding in fear he would be late to his meeting, he road as fast as he could past Na'ari and threw a Fire Tribe coin at him as he passed by. Hopefully Na'ari would wake from his rest and give chase to Bellistrad, as he wanted as many witnesses to Zianro's confession as possible.

Alone or being pursued, Bellistrad drove his horse to near exhaustion, pouring some energy into his stead in order to keep it from passing out or dying on the road. After many long hours of riding Bellistrad finally saw the front gates of the Water Tribe. The guards there got in front of the gates and tried to stop his progress, but Bellistrad moved his shawl and exhaled a spear of fire that made the guards duck out of the way as the front gate was blasted open by flames. Bellistrad road into the city at high speed to the surprise of the townsfolk who screamed and exited the horses path. Bellistrad dismounted the horse and let it finally rest as he sent heat to his legs in order to help relieve his pain from riding for so long.

He replaced his shawl over his mouth and ducked into a nearby ally way as a squad of soldiers took over the horse and searched for him. Bell had to calm himself, and so he took in some of the suns energy through his exposed hands while he hid in the ally. Little did he know, Cailu and his charge were already nearing the palace and more than likely heard all the commotion. He was only hoping they were already with Zianro and that he could arrive in the middle of their discussions. Moving from his hiding place as water benders moved around the city, Bellistrad rushed to the front of the palace.

This was a mistake, as his loud arrival had forced a platoon of soldiers to be stationed at the front doors of the palace which were sealed shut. Bellistrad activated his chakras and charged as much energy into his throat as he could, inhaling his full lung capacity and exhaling blue and white flames of extreme temperature. The flames formed into a shape 4 yards in front of Bell, becoming a giant blue and white flaming animated lions head with a small stream of flame still coming from Bell's mouth to connect it to his aura. The lion stared down the platoon of soldiers and roared loud enough to shatter nearby windows on houses before shooting into the front doors of the Water Tribe Palace.

The building shook and rocked with the powerful explosion as melted mortar and stone was expelled from the entrance. The platoon of soldiers were incinerated, a sad price that Bellistrad was willing to take in order to save the lives of thousands more. The flames subsided as Bellistrad collapsed to his knees, his aura and chakra system stretched from how much energy had flowed through him in that moment. It took him a minute to get back up and walk into the palace. He was noticeably limping into the structure that had been blown apart by the lion's head, and his posture was that of a man on his limits. But his strong will and spiritual resilience allowed him to continue, at least until his mission was done.

Servants and soldiers had long fled from the palace after the explosion, so Bellistrad met no one until he reached the throne room, where sat Zianro and Cailu along with a girl he had never seen before, most likely Ara. Bellistrad let the hood of his cloak fall back as he took off his shawl exposing who he was. His eyes were no longer the kind pleasant ones that had helped so many souls, now they were determined and angry."Hail the Legendary River Dragon, Zianro Azura. King of the Water Tribe, and betrayer of my people!" Bellistrad stared at Zianro and no one else, he barely acknowledged even those he had begged to come here in support of his claim. He did not dare move, not only because of his exhaustion but because he knew Zianro was looking for a chance to strike him down before he could let slip his accusations. It was a game of cat and mouse at this point, and Bellistrad aimed to win.

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Zianro turned to listen to the silver haired woman, told to be the true leader of the Air tribe. She asked how relations were with the fire tribe. "Tense, but calm. This is a lull in between our age old quarrel." He replied he then heard belistrad add something and he glared angrily.

"Then you are the fool, fire spitter, to believe that I think that Zaheed will keep his word. I am counting on him to slip up and attack me. But I do not have his pathetic little brother, he's not even a leader worthy to kidnap." He said. Then he heard Belistrad make a tense threat and he glared even more.

"Leave my house now. Unless you want me to kill all the prisoners I have, Bellistrad. I was going to give you a fair chance but veiled threats, a terror attack as your entrance has endangered my plans. Imos will be brought to peace but not by a man who thinks himself no better then anyone else. But for fun's sake, I'll let you have a fun chance. If you can positively identify Zotar and take him from here, if he is here, then I will release him to your care."

Zianro smirked a dark smirk. "If not, someone will die. I won't say who or when. But know this, what you've done will only increase my justification of wiping every fire user off the face of the earth. You may have doomed your tribe Bellistrad. As for the Air tribe, since they've been rudely pulled into this argument, they can imprison my incompetent friend Na'ari for his failure of dealing with you. Fair exchange if you ask me. A life for a life and also an apology gift to bringing an unfortunate scene to such a lovely leader. I even have him stuck in Airedale now. Poor fool. I'm going to have to find a new right hand when this meeting is over."

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Na'ari woke up and walked slowly, sensing something drop as he looked down. It was a fire coin. Bellistrad must've seen him. He must be in Airedale. Or he could've ran off back to Lakeshore, Na'ari looked around sharply trying to figure it out but then a group of bandits began to appear from the bushes around him. Gripping his sword, Na'ari attacked them.

It wasn't much of a fight, but Na'ari was given several injuries for fighting them off. An arrow was in his shoulder, there was a non fatal cut to his torso, and his legs were bruised from a club strike. He limped to the road, feeling both tired, and unknowing if he'd make it out of this one, and passed out. Surprisingly, the last thing on his mind before losing consciousness was The conversation he had with Eirene about the afterlife.

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Zianro's words burned through Bellistrad unlike any flame had before. Even though this man's goal was the same as Bellistrad's, their ideals were far from similar. The "fun" that Zianro spoke of actually brought a laugh and a little understanding out of Bellistrad, short but obviously genuine. He did not find humor in the situation but Zianro's antics made a little stress relieve needed.
"You drive a hard bargain for the fate of the world, old friend. I accept the challenge, and I expect you to keep your word." He turned towards Cailu and Ara, holding out his hand as if waiting for them to take it and produced a small blue flame in the palm of his hand.

The small flame pulsed with a heartbeat like rhythm. Bellistrad let his hand drop and allowed the flame to drift over towards where the two Air benders stood, the flame settling just over Cailu's shoulder. Unseen by everyone was the small stream of plasma that connected Bellistrad's palm to the blue flame, and in the palm of his hand was a small bright blue diamond shaped flame that seemed like it was a part of his flesh. "If this flame goes out, than I am dead before my search is over and Zianro has cheated me. It will live off of your energy, not mine, but it is my will keeping it alight. I will not be able to sense anything while I search so I will be defenseless. Do what you think is best." Bellistrad pulls his sword out of the floor and re-sheaths it before handing it off to one of the few soldiers remaining nearby and removes his cloak, revealing his blue tunic and black pants once again, as well as his blue hair which was messier than usual because of his actions that day.

Sinking down into a cross-legged sitting position Bellistrad inhales and closes his eyes, aligning his chakra's in his body starting from the lowest and going up to the highest, his eighth chakra. His soul leaves his body which seems to be asleep in his sitting position, and a small smile forms on his bodies face for a moment. His soul expands its consciousness out to encompass the entire village, including the skies above and the tunnels below. He felt every person and living thing as a small amount of light and heat, but lost sense of himself in the process.

This was a dangerous thing for him to do, for he could accidentally forget who he was and attach himself to another living thing instead. He had to be careful to always keep himself in the back of his thoughts as he searched the identity of everyone around him, looking for the only other Fire bender within his field of awareness. It was a hard task, feeling the emotions of everyone in the village at once. He could hardly make sense of it all, especially since these were not his people. Fire Benders had a different way of thinking than any other tribe, they made everything a challenge and Bellistrad was no different but neither was Zotar.

It took well over 15 minutes for Bellistrad to even feel Zotar separately, and he could not even tell if it was in fact him but it was a dark lonely and defeated soul. The kind that only a Firebender in restraint could be. While this may just be another prisoner of war, Bellistrad felt kinship from this soul, and knew it might be his best chance. Bellistrad's soul moved to this new feeling in the underground of Lakeshore, and opened his spiritual eyes. He saw a man broken, left alone and betrayed. He also saw a possible future that could reverse all that had happened to him. It was not a certain thing that this soul was Zotar, it was not the same one Bellistrad had known all those years ago. It was changed by incarceration, and Bellistrad wanted to help it even if this was not Zotar.

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Character Portrait: Lord Vinicius Character Portrait: Cailu Elre Character Portrait: Ara Cilivren Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Bellistrad Indorial Character Portrait: General Zaheed Thanos Character Portrait: Eirene Character Portrait: Na'ari Aurelis Character Portrait: Deborah Sigrún Character Portrait: Reshar Xendir Character Portrait: Mekaisto Orieska

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General King Zaheed


King Zaheed stared intently at his hand, as he had been doing to many parts of his body over the course of the last few weeks because things have turned to abnormalities. Muscles that surged down the whole right arm had enlarged and swelled up five times the regular size. The same as went for his hand with fingernails ascending out like a short sword blade from the long menacing fingers. Yet on his left, his arm remained the same. And as for his torso, it grew at an unhuman state of volume as his back formed him to hunch over with the spine poking through flesh. He had also morphed taller, his legs heightening as if he were a giant, but he looked more than that of one, instead, he looked like a monster.

Zaheed was the clear example of what happens when a man hungers for more. He care not for balance, all he desired was to devour. After he was heated and saved by Deborah when he misused his powers, he felt that he revealed to his mage a weakness in himself. That day Zaheed told himself never again, because now he was ready to show all of Imos who he truly was. For once, he was going to stop the games and strip off his mask.

Zaheed discovered something in his time of finding powers of a god, as he were absorbing heat, he started to sense another essence deep inside a vessel body, he found power, the magic all of Imos bear. So he did what anyone would expect Zaheed to do, he robbed them of their gifts, leaving victims powerless. Though he would not be able to bend other elements, he would be able to feast upon the very extract of magic. Their magic energy would course through his veins, making him stronger and more deadly, yet the question Zaheed lacks to be concerned about is, how much more power can he absorb before his body refuses to take anymore. Are there limits to his madness?

Zaheed heard something fall behind his causing a great disturbance to him, thus he turned around to have seen his raven friend, Icarus. The bird had flown in such a hurry he lost his stability, but it was for Icarus had urgent news.

“Zaheed! Zaheed!” he squawked, a noise only Zaheed could understand, and only was it Icarus permitted to call on the King by just his first name. “I-Its about Bellistrad!”

“What did he do, run away?” Zaheed questioned, stepping closer to Icarus, to which then the bird backed up, noticing what Zaheed had become. But instead of asking questions about Zaheed’s body, Icarus decided to stay relevant.

“Much more than that, I’ve been spying on him just as you ordered, and Bellistrad seeks to free your brother… And he got the air tribe involved.”
There was a pause, Icarus was afraid what may happen next. But Zaheed only laughed. “So the boy wishes to help out little brother. I doubt he be successful, but perhaps it would have been better that I had killed him. Yes, that is what I should of done.” Zaheed snatched the bird by its neck. “I will have you know I commanded he find the shape shifting tribe for you!”

“Zaheed, I know! I know! You wished to find some way to undue the curse, so you hoped on finding the ones who form animals, perhaps to find a way to break the spell. You wanted me as a man once again, I know. Could you comprehend how dearly I covet my old life?”

Zaheed held the bird up higher, tightening his grip. “My friend, your words portray you as a weakling. I shall make the weak strong!"

“W-what are you doing!” Icarus squirmed as he felt something surge through his soul, he felt something he had not felt in years- magic. Zaheed transferred his magic to the body of the bird once man. And as this power grew inside of Icarus, so did his physical being. The black wings swoop out in large stature, as his beak sprouted through greater lengths in a point. Icarus looked as twisted as Zaheed, yet Zaheed saw Icarus as a worthy opponent against his enemies and a pleasant and menacing sight to be displayed against his bulging shoulder.

“I will stain Imos with my existence! So you said Bellistrad wants to free Zotar? Heh, well I better let baby brother know what it means to truly be in control. We attack the earth tribe at nightfall! Zotar will blindly love me for it.”

Just as Zaheed had ordered it, soldiers surrounded around the earth tribe at nightfall, though in secret. Archers were prepared and ready to fire their flaming arrows against the tribe dominantly surrounded and constructed of trees. Since Zaheed had been king, the military of the fire tribe has advance, though even when he was a general, the fire tribe had always been known for its great stance military wise. But Zaheed has drafted all boys of the tribe of age seven, the amount of training without rest has proven to be brutal but effective, but yet his men were ready as they will ever be.

Zaheed stood slightly in front of his men, though he wore not armor, for his body had emerged too large to fit any longer. Besides, his body was not the only thing growing bigger, it was also his pride, his belief that his body had sunk image to that of a god, thus no longer did he need things of mortals, such as armor or even weapons. Instead Zaheed wore a pair of trousers and a deep dark crimson cloak with its hood lurking over his black locks. Against his shoulder perched his grisly pet bird.

Zaheed brought Deborah along with him, he wanted to show to her his greatness, that he was not weak and what vision he promised when he first met her was coming true. “Are you prepared to witness reality molded by my hands, Deborah?” He looked down at her, for his height reached above all others. It was a surprise to everyone else of what creature Zaheed had turned into. “Experience it, be immersed in my eminence, all of Imos will be.” Zaheed suddenly with great force sung his arm up signaling for the archers to fire, and then it started. A wave of flames soared against the great black sky, reaching for Shadow in a fiery fiendish embrace. And when the first arrow struck into the bark of the tree village, all hell fell upon the nation as it burst into flames.

“Slay those who decline their salvation, and deliver it to those who surrender through their capture as slaves!” Zaheed commanded his men as the arrows flew over them. “Today I shall deliver the children of fire into warriors strung to the call of glory!” As soon as the arrows fell onto ground, infantry fled Shadowfen, and Icarus jumped off of his master’s shoulder and launched into the night to screech battle cries, to intensify the earth tribe’s fear. Zaheed also entered seeking the head of the leader, with power and pride blinding his eyes. He wanted to be worshiped, but above that, he wanted to be feared, so much so, he spared a few so that they may cry to the other nations in message of the horror Zaheed has wrecked upon them and that he will not stop here.

“Ah… I never sought out fire so beautiful, not until it was forged in my name,” He spoke to Deborah. Zaheed stood before the Shadowfen’s grand tree which held the leader’s home, but now burned in an inferno. It was the aftermath of the battle, the earth tribe was destroyed, though not extinct, no Zaheed surely would put his new slaves to work in an army against the rest of the tribes of Imos. “I wonder what nation I will burst into flames next, perhaps the air tribe, yes.” He acted so causal when it came to destroying tribes, because he did not see it as destruction, he saw it as a game of conquering. “Will the fire tribe praise for joy, their god has arrived? No, not just this tribe, but all of Imos will see my godhood. Yes, I put death to the old myths of divinities by pronouncing it illegal. How does that sound, Deborah? The lawbreakers be beaten into submission of my worship.”

He saw himself as a god, and would force others to as well, but little did he know, or more like, accept the many flaws that hindered him. Such as flaws in his physical body- unbalanced, heavy, and in will of recklessness, and no one mustn't forget the flaws in that sinister mind of his for there was no strategy only a hunger for pride and power.




Lord Vinicius



There he stood, wrist stretched and bounded by chains as they were from day one. He was being fed, but only to the very subsistence in order to keep him as Zianro toy, or so Zotar felt. Another cruel joke Zotar witness Zianro play was the candle. Whether or not Zotar was a fire bender, he was a human, and all people need some type of heat to forbid them from death. So Zianro's men put a candle inches away from Zotar's reach so that he could have only poor ounces of the warm, but also enough to mock him, enough to give him a false sense of hope.

But Zotar did keep in thought, how much longer does he have to live, before Zianro gets bored? He was surprised he has been able to survive this far, but when does the day that ends his misery- when does that day come? Will it ever come? It was as if the thoughts Zotar did conceive were either concerns and worries mixed in with confusion and questions. He knew he was never going to surrender, Zotar was too stubborn for that, even in his weakest moments, he was not going to surrender to Zianro. Instead, he hungered for an escape as he did from the first second he was imprisoned, but now, he had only believed that escape would come out of death. And he would take it if he could.

Though it was not until this moment that forced a change of mind. Something came over Zotar, no it was like he came over it. Zotar felt his veins be filled and his body consume an energy so long ago he had felt. It was heat, real heat, no mockery, no tease, no joke, this was real. But did Zotar believe that at first, that he was feeling something more than grief, that he was alive? Of course not, it was unimaginable. So, as soon as he felt the first thread of heat, he told himself it was a dream. Sure he will go along with it, but he trusted he would wake up to suffering all over again.

Zotar felt the heat in his veins, but he concentrated all the power to the shackles latched to his wrist. And by that, he was able to demolish the metal by melting it. And as soon as the cuffs were off, Zotar felt the wrist, he rubbed his finger on the bone, for the shackles hugged on so tightly, the skin and flesh were crushed beneath the metal. Zotar stepped to the candle, he stomped his foot against the wax, feeling the flame burn into his heel, and he loved every second of it. He dipped his fingers into the hot wax, toying with it, but though he told himself again, it was only a dream.

Zotar looked to corner of his eyes, a light, like footsteps. Maybe the dream was trying to tell him something, so he followed it. He pressed his hands against the wooden door meant to lock him in, but he burned through it, to chase the light. Zotar knew he had to hurry, he did not know how much time he had left before guards smell the smoke from the door.

The light let him through tunnels and out of the dungeon. He was on the surface, but that had not yet hit reality to him, still in thought this was a dream. Zotar was also not observant of his surroundings, other than not be caught, for he was not sticking around to admire anything, instead his mind focused on the light. Even when he made to Zianro's palace, he did not try to bring up such a thought, to him, that would be insane, freedom does not just show up one day, or does it?

The light let him to a person, this was when Zotar started to believe this was real. He stepped closer to what appeared to be a blue haired young man. All Zotar's eyes were stationed on was him, for the light follow this one person and no one else. Zotar doubted the stranger would recognize Zotar, for the once strong healthy lord, now closely resembled a skeleton with a thin mask of skin. Zotar's hair grew longer, so did his beard, and because of the stress and worry, he looked slightly older. There was one part about him however that could identify him as a former ruler of the fire tribe, it was the brand marks from the day he wore the traditional arm guards of lords generations before.

However, as soon as Zotar stepped close enough to the man, Zotar touched his shoulder. He wanted to know if this person was real, or was it just a hallucination? If he was not dreaming because a dream would not possible go on this long and make a bit of sense, then Zotar questioned if he was delusional. But as soon as Zotar laid his fingers on a stranger, feeling that this was a real person. A person that was not Zianro or one of his heartless guardsmen, someone that was not going to hurt him.

Zotar immediately then wrapped his arms tightly around the man, never wanting to let go, determined to never be alone again and to never let solitude bite against spine and into his mind. It was an embrace that expressed the amount of desolation Zotar were strangled and suffocated with. Sure the face was familiar, he did not know who this was, he did not know this was Bellistrad Indorial the exile he wished arrested, nor did care. An abundance of emotion flooded Zotar, it was something he could not let dwell inside, so Zotar wept in joy with his head buried deeply inside of Bellistrad's shoulder. Zotar was known to be a man who acted on emotion, but not like this. He never cried in public, even when his father died, he knew he had to be strong for his people, especially when he found out he was going to be lord.

But now nothing else mattered to him right now, but this moment, that he was actually in contact with someone. He ached for many things he lost when trapped inside of his cell, one of those things being utterly the ability to know you are not alone. He felt the heat of another soul, and it was enough to bring him to tears and his voice into sobbing.

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Character Portrait: Na'ari Aurelis Character Portrait: Reshar Xendir Character Portrait: Mekaisto Orieska

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There was something that had always been intrinsically comforting about the fact that a forest was always buzzing with life. The fact that everything was alive, and that even the inanimate and the dead played a vital role in existence and nothing was not essential. The idea that a forest contained everything that it should and all went where it should be created the greatest sense of belonging. Even as the small girl treaded along a well-worn path, she didn’t feel out of place, the hum of the forest floated along the breeze in bars and measures filled with the nostalgia of being played for millenniums.

The girl ran a hand softly across the moss-covered bark of a tree as she continued on her way. Deer trails were not the most reliable source of travel, but the experience of being away from human touch brought the brown haired girl closer to her gods than any ritual could possibly achieve. In the back of her mind a soft melody was being sung, it was quiet and whispered along with the forest around her. Her gods were pleased for the moment, their voices twinkles and rumbles that danced the edges of her conscious, itching for greater horizons and the leg room to stretch.

She hummed along to the faint melody, barely able to discern its tune from her surroundings. Even with her closeness to the gods, their arts and culture were still barely within reach of Meka. The tune was unmistakable though, something that the voice had been singing since it first made its presence known all those years ago. The voice had been unnaturally compliant since leaving Murtovaara, and Meka could understand why. Dark and mottled bruising still ran up and down both her forearms where the tall woman’s fist had connected. The bruises were dark and were barely yellowing around the outsides of them despite being days old. She had other bruises from skidding across the ground, though those weren’t nearly as severe as the ones on her arms. She had multiple gashes along her skin too, but she luckily had anti-infection remedies at the ready to stop them from turning into anything dangerous. The worst of her cuts appeared right above her eyebrow, it had gone unnoticed at the fight, but as the blood began to burn into her right eye she had to put it as her priority injury. The haphazard stitching done in the reflection of a puddle had not been her best work.

“If you weren’t so reckless and just let it go none of this would have even happened.” The voice suddenly snapped after days of unanswered and whispered lullabies in the back of her head. The short temper that had been lost since leaving the city suddenly gushed forward, with the force of a broken dam, that caught her so off-guard she lost her footing and nearly fell.

“Why do you scold me for defending you? I am more loyal to my gods than any we have met, I should think you’d be proud that I defended you.”
Meka huffed as she stepped over an outcropping tree root. She pressed her staff into the ground for support as she moved along the path. The voice didn’t respond to her, it fell back into the soft melodious song that had been ebbing her mind for the days she had travelled.

She distracted herself by looking towards the ground, searching the undergrowth for something useful to add to her collection. The path was mostly bare of anything helpful, a patch of lemon balm grew in a wide expanse between the gap of two trees and she bent to pluck the plants from the ground. She had used the rest of her dried lemon balm in a tea for a fevered old woman; she needed to replenish her stock. The brown haired girl rummaged her satchel and produced an empty glass vile. She carefully pressed the leaves into the container making sure not to crush them with practiced fingers.

“Mekaisto, I was circling the area and there is a collapsed man on the main road not far from here.” Meka looked up as her raven perched itself on a branch level with her height. Its dark eyes were cloudy with a blindness that came with aging animals, and his feathers looked sparser then usual. Although Crow would not die until she did, as the rules of her tribe’s bond with nature, time still took its toll on her bird. It did not complain, but time was wearing away at her soul animal, and he was trapped in life until her own time came.

“Lead the way Crow.” The raggedy raven squawked and took flight in the direction of the main road. Mekaisto picked up her pace, barely able to follow the small form of the bird through the tree line until she found herself out on the large main road that lead to Airendale. Further up she could see a figure lying on the ground, the man Crow had seen, and ran forward to assess his condition. The worst of his injuries appeared to be an arrow in his shoulder, Meka considered the man luckily that when he collapsed he hadn’t fallen the wrong way and pushed the arrow deeper.

“Little One, the forest is not whispering.” Meka knew that the voice was right, that there was something else out there, but saving the injured man would have to come first. She pulled a well kept surgical knife from a pouch in the satchel, running it along the fabric around the arrow. It wasn’t deep in his shoulder, it could be pulled out and cleaned without risking serious damage to the man laying in front of her. The girl adjusted herself so she was sitting cross-legged and peered her eyes at the arrow.

“I know, I noticed the moment the forest went quiet.” She reached back for the knife, hoping the man would not wake for this moment as she pulled a jar of alcohol from the flask strapped to her hip. She poured it around the shaft of the arrow and knife before pressing it against his skin. Making the wound larger was essential to the proper removal of an arrow. She squinted her eyes, concentrating on the careful incision as she gently wobbled the arrow, testing the looseness of the arrowhead. Arrows never came out of a body easily, and she was forced to hold the wound open with two fingers and she slowly pulled it from his shoulder, feeling the tension as flesh snagged at the arrow’s barbed edges.

The stitching went smoothly though, her fingers steady and moved quickly with practice from spending years sewing wounds closed.

Mekaisto felt herself let out the breath she had been holding as she cut off the last stitch from the spool and leaned back until she was laying with her back against the road. Her antlers pushed forward so the entirety of her wolf pelt covered her face and she flexed her sore fingers. She was trying to think of something to cover the wound with, something to prevent infection, and was reluctant to use her comfrey salve since its healing properties ran the risk of sealing an infection in the wound. She sighed, bringing her hands to rub her eyes over the wolf pelt.

“Comfrey is no good… What do I use? Barberry… no. Goldenseal…” Meka sat back up so quickly her vision blanked for a moment and the world spun. Her antlers slid on her head and landed beside her as she dug into her bag and pulled out a dark colored container. She barely had any of her goldenseal oil left, but it would have to make do.

She carefully dressed the wound, “You know Crow, this guy was looking pretty bad, but I think he’s going to be ok.”

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Character Portrait: Lord Vinicius Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Bellistrad Indorial Character Portrait: Na'ari Aurelis Character Portrait: Mekaisto Orieska

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"You think to kill me by endangering your own life Vinicius?" Zianro asked as he simply chuckled and summoned a wall of water to extinguish the flame. "I did not lie, yet I did not tell the whole truth. You see before you Zotar. Not Lord Vinicius of the Fire Tribe. A man who's hatred has caused for his brother to usurp his power Bellistrad. Take him and leave, for in the end, no matter how hard you try, you will never uncloud his eyes from his hate, and hope for true peace on all Imos." Zianro stated as he sat on his throne again, bitter at being exposed as part of the General now King's sinister plans for Imos.

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Na'ari felt someone, something take him and begin to mend his wounds. His conciousness was elsewhere in his mind as he began to experience a harsh dream, he heard the screams of thousands of people as he saw a great tree burning before his eyes. He saw people burning, people running from their homes in terror from the flame. He felt his worst fears. Death had come.

His eyes snapped open and gasped as he sat up, panting. "The Fire tribe! What have they done? What has Zianro done?!" he thought fervently as he thought he then saw someone next to him as he backed up a bit in slight fear. "Who are you, and where am I? What happened? How long was I out?!" The usually silent Former Right hand of Zianro questioned rapidly as he looked around, seeing he was still on the road to Airedale. Then why did his visions make him see Shadowfen in flames?

But if that vision proves true, what major tribe city is next? He had to warn the leaders of Airedale and possibly help defend the city from the perpetrators of Shadowfen's possible destruction.

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Character Portrait: Lord Vinicius Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Bellistrad Indorial Character Portrait: General Zaheed Thanos Character Portrait: Eirene Character Portrait: Na'ari Aurelis Character Portrait: Deborah Sigrún Character Portrait: Mekaisto Orieska

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Bell immediately jumped at Zotar as he began to threaten Zianro. He got in between Zianro and Zotar as the fireball was released, and though it missed Bellistrad, Zianro was able to stop it. Bell listened to Zianro and shook his head in disapproval of the water king. The man had dug his own trench with those words, closing off as many doors as he opened. Bell turned his back on Zianro and put his hand on Zotar's shoulder to turn him away as well and started to lead him out of the room. "Zianro, I am sorry you would be so caulous as to deny that this is possible. Where is the hopeful young leader I once knew? I pray that before this is all over I get to see him again." With that Bell ushered Zotar out of the palace of the water tribe and stopped short as he realized there was a platoon of water benders outside the palace doors, or what was left of them, examining the damage with dropped jaws.

Bell had almost forgotten that he had blown apart the entire front of the palace in order to gain entrance to see Zianro in the first place. As the soldiers stood in awe of the utter destruction, Bell walked Zotar down past them and they all let them pass by moving out of their way. They were either too scared of Bellistrad to dare make a move against him, or too confused to question his presence. As they neared the village gates, Bell found his horse in the nearest open stable and set Zotar on it with some difficulty. Bell took the reigns and started walking down the road now leaving the villages.

"Well now, I suppose we should find a place to rest and get you healed both physically and spiritually. We wont have much time until this all spills over and you need to be prepared." At that exact moment a strong wave of emotional disparity comes over Bellistrad. His horse is in as much distress as he is in that moment, as a flood of terror pain and death rolls over him. Turning to the side, Bellistrad pukes on the edge of the road and expels a groan afterwards. He had never felt anything like it before, and it could only mean one thing.

The war had escalated and an entire culture was now reduced to little more than dust and memory. "Correction, we have no time."

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Meka was startled backwards when the collapsed man suddenly jolted awake. She had been crouching over the wound on his stomach, deciding if it actually needed stitching or not when he came back to consciousness. She had fallen onto her rear end with a soft thud, stuck in a tense wide-eyed shock as she processed that her patient had awoken before she had finished treating his wounds. He seemed panicked and disoriented, as if he had just been woken out of a violently vivid nightmare. The man resembled a cornered animal, something Mekaisto had experienced with patients all the time. She let out a soft sigh as he fired questions off at her and instead of answering she pressed a cool hand to his forehead, his skin was burning up and she didn’t know if it was from a rush of blood into his face from panic or if he was fevered from his injuries.

“Shhhh, you’re injured and I just finished stitching shoulder. Too much movement and you’ll pop the stitches out.”
Meka applied pressure to the man’s forehead in an effort to get him to lay back down, pushing his head back towards the ground. The last thing this man needed was to injure himself further, she had never had a patient die on her and although this man not in critical condition it wasn’t part of her plans to let that happen now.

“My name is Mekaisto, and I have been travelling for quite a long time. We are just outside of Airedale and by the looks of it you were mugged. I had just started patching up your injuries when you woke up and judging by your condition now you couldn’t have been out for more than eight hours.” She ran her eyes across the man, he didn’t show any signs of dehydration, but the skin on his face was just beginning in pink from being exposed to the sun for a long period of time.

“Little One, something is disrupting the balance. Everything is silent, we must get away.” The voice seemed uneasy. She could feel its restlessness and it took the small woman a considerable amount of concentration to control the flighty and rapid skipping of her heart rate. She tried to distract herself with the bruising that littered his legs, tracing her fingers gently across the discolored skin as she judged the extent of the damage.

“You know I will not leave a patient until I have finished treating them. I will leave once I am done.” Her lips pressed into a frown as she moved her attention up to the wound on his abdomen. It was just a graze, nothing that went too deep and not nearly severe enough to have damaged any internal organs. The cut would be a quick fix, it didn’t look like she would have to stitch it at all, but she had used all of her fresh parsley on her own bruising. “Crow can you find me some parsley? I’m all out.”

“I’ll be back before you know it.” Her raven cooed to her, stretching his bony wings before taking off from the perch on her shoulder and into the unnervingly quiet forest. She turned her attention back to the man in front of her, really looking at him for the first time. He was dressed like a solider, from what he could only tell was the water tribe. He seemed out of place so close to the Air Tribe, but Mekaisto was sure that she wouldn’t want to get involved with whatever it was he was doing. She gripped the vile of goldenseal oil and yanked the fabric of his shirt up without so much as asking as she applied the substance to the cut with delicate movements.

“You know, you’re lucky I came around. You would have either bled to death or died of some sort of infection if it had been any longer…” She looked up to meet his eyes, the small smile on her lips reached her eyes as she continued. “You’re welcome.

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Na'ari felt the cold hand press against his forehead as he was pushed back down to a laying down position. He listened to her introduce herself as she calmly explained everything. There was also what seemed to be a very old Raven next to her that she talked to. "Shapeshifter, huh??" he thought as he watched her examine his wound on his torso and then his bruised legs.

"Fel, not gonna walk comfortably anytime soon.." He mumbled as he looked at her when she began to explain she was helping him. He looked at her in a silent thank you which she seemed to acknowledge with a smile. It was then he realized the forest was quiet. Shadowfen, his vision!! "The Air tribe! Must try to warn-Ah!!" He shouted out loud. His bruised legs were racked with pain as he tried to get up, or move them.

"Well that's not gonna work.... Curse any God who instilled this pain on me and a thousand apologies to any and all of them." He rambled to himself out loud, not paying attention to his healer and rescuer. He looked at her and realized his blinder. "Sorry.... I didn't mean to offend... My name is Na'ari Aurelis Rig-.....Ex-right hand of the Water Lord."

He knew all too well that Zianro may have replaced him. Who is probably his most wild guess.

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"Fel, not gonna walk comfortably anytime soon.." Meka hummed in agreement and she moved back down to the man’s discolored legs. The bruising was still fresh, but it was already settling into the nasty discoloration that her arms were in after taking the punch from the tall woman. The bruising definitely reached all the way to his bone. Once Crow returned with the parsley she could start treatment on that though, but there was nothing to she could do for his immediate pain.

“Most of my pain relief treatments need to be ingested as a tea…”
She said, working through her knowledge of herbs aloud. There were many topical options for pain relief, but that was more along the lines of cramping and arthritis. Since she was going to be using parsley to ebb the gross discoloring and reduce the swelling Meka wouldn’t be able to apply another topical treatment. Judging by the state of his legs Na’ari was not wrong when he said he was going to have trouble walking, but if she could get the both of them to Airedale then she looked at least gain access to fire and a stove to make him a brew of pain relieving tea. It was just the effort of getting him there what would be the problem.

"The Air tribe! Must try to warn-Ah!!" Mekaisto was startled by the man’s sudden outburst and she moved to support and lower him back to the ground as he tried to stand. “Do not push yourself. Once my raven returns I’ll help you to Airedale and get you something to relieve the pain of your wounds.”

“Oh I’ll show you what a real curse is.” The voice spat animatedly as Na’ari cursed the gods. Meka’s whole body felt heavy as the voice continued on about conjuring misfortune of godly proportions upon her patient. The voice in the back of Meka’s head in the last few months had become extremely disagreeable and defensive against the people she had encountered and it seemed this man was no exception. When she was alone it was quiet, when she encountered others it nitpicked their personalities and appearances. She didn’t understand the sudden angry outlook and pessimism it had taken on Imos, it was a drastic change from the supportive figure the voice had been for her growing up. It even annoyed the young woman that the voice had taken on this air of pessimism.

“Don’t you dare curse my patient. Your apology is well received by the gods.” She spoke that latter statement with a worn-out smile. Always challenging the voice had become almost tiring, and Meka feared that she was creating a rift between her and her gods by constantly opposing the voice’s opinion. However; once she spoke against the voice the stirring inside her mind settled.

Crow returned just as Na’ari was introducing himself. She found it interesting that he and the tall woman both seemed to have in depth knowledge of their respective governments despite both facing turmoil. She removed herself from her thoughts of this man’s personal issues and reached for the herbs pinched between her raven’s beak. The parsley needed to be crushed, so instead of dwelling in her thoughts the young woman went to crushing the parsley.

“Usually, I don’t bandage crushed parsley onto bruises, but since we have to leave we’ll have to make do.” She moved to his legs and pressed on the crushed herbs carefully, wrapping his legs with practiced efficiency.

“You can use my staff and my shoulders for support until we make it to Airedale.” She said before offering him a hand.

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Zianro was drafting a formal announcement to speak of the attack by Bellistrad, and making what he said about Na'ari official. That Na'ari was stripped of being his right hand and that he'd announce his replacement. He pondered who as he wrote. He then thought of one person. He knew Na'ari kept a tab on him for him as a final favor, but he decided he was the best candidate, and it would get him far closer to Eirene. He'd appoint Eden DeSoleh as his new Right hand. And then he would make his permission The Air tribe to keep Na'ari prisoner official.

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Na'ari meanwhile was given a scolding for his getting up so fast without treatment. But to Na'ari he at least knew one thing, bruised as they were, his legs were fortunately not broken. After a while the Raven returned with parsley and she treated his bruising with it. It took the pain away partially. He then took Mekaisto's hand.

"I won't forget your kindness for helping me. I got waylaid unexpectedly, and well, you saw the result of it." He said as he got up carefully. He felt pathetic, he couldn't use his footwork to use draconil, which he sheathed in its scabbard and let the shapeshifter guide him to the city of Airedale. He hoped he'd appeal to asylum from Zianro's further wrath against him by appealing to the leaders about a possible oncoming danger. He had heard many things about Cailu and his Cousin Ara. He hoped they'd listen to a poor beaten Water Exile, which he was most likely bound to be by now. All for doing what he was told.

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"I won't forget your kindness for helping me. I got waylaid unexpectedly, and well, you saw the result of it." Meka hummed in response as they began a slow advancement towards the city of Airedale. Many of her own injuries had been caused by her stubbornness, like not backing down when that woman had insulted her. The small girl thanked her gods that she had never been mugged during her travels like this poor man. Though she supposed that travelling off the main roads helped with her avoiding any confrontation of the kind.

They walked in silence for most of the way. Meka concentrating on trying to match a pace that Na’ari set for them so she didn’t push him too hard. As they moved she focused on the severity of his limp as he stepped, trying to judge how much of the bruising actually reached the bone and the potential for hairline fractures. Granted, having him walking wasn’t the smartest choice, but she had seen how frantic he had been to get to Airedale. Trying to stop him would have resulted in him attempting to get there by himself, and he would probably end up more hurt than when he started. Plus, the silence of the forest was unnerving, she didn’t want to even step on foot into the surrounding nature for the first time in a long time.

“This land has taken a significant casualty.” The voice was small in the back of her mind, but its words were laced with an unmistakable anger. The Gods were deeply ingrained in the balance of Imos, and disruptions in that balance were not left alone. No doubt whoever had silenced that forest would face the fury of the gods eventually. She shifted her weight a little so his arm slung further over her shoulders, judging from the way he was limping and the new amount of weight she was supporting it would have gotten easier for him to walk.

As the city came into view Meka spoke up for the first time. “Once we get to the city I know an innkeeper that will lend us a room for free. I’ll let you go once I properly take care of some of your wounds.”
She whistled softly and Crow opened his wings taking off ahead of them in the direction she remembered the inn being located. Her raven was very distinct looking and she was sure that by the time they arrived a room and a hot kettle of water would be ready for them.

They walked slowly to inn, the attention she normally drew from her loud appearance was even larger with an injured man limping beside her. “I saved the owner of the inn we are going to the last time I was in Airedale. Amputees don’t usually survive because of the infection that set in, but I’m very good at what I do so the owner said to come by if I ever needed anything.”

As they got to the inn the owner was standing outside with Crow on his shoulder. The round man had a large smile and waved them over with one good arm. He welcomed them graciously and ushered them into a free room without any hesitation. He hovered around Mekaisto as she rummaged through her satchel for her tea leaves to make Na’ari something to ebb his pain.

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Na'ari walked slowly. It wasn't because he wanted to, it was as much as his legs were currently allowing him to do as possible. He was grateful that Mekaisto didn't let him fall or anything like that. He was surprisingly not nervous around her, maybe it was because he was hurt and she helped him back on his feet, at least temporarily until she got him to the city

They reached the city and Na'ari could tell it was different. He probably looked just as strange to them as they were to him, with their silvery hair and other things about them. But he was naturally drawn to those things, they had a certain beauty, and charm to them. But no doubt if Zianro branded him an exile and probable traitor, the air tribe would arrest him on the spot as they never want trouble from anyone.

They reached an inn and he was taken to a room immediately, he went onto the bed with a plop. He could only lie there and watch her make something as thoughts swirled in his head. He sighed as he knew he might never see Lakeshore again. However, to be honest with himself, he had no real attachment there other then his Loyalty to Zianro which was broken by Zianro. Na'ari was a man caught in whatever the water lord sunk himself into and is feeling the brunt of it.

Now that he thought about it further, the fact he was beaten up so conveniently near Airedale was strange to him too. Unless those mercenaries knew he was coming there. "Zianro must've wanted me worked over so that the air tribe can detain me more easily...is he that selfish now?? Will the Air Tribe leaders order me imprisoned when they find out?" his thoughts continued to swirl in the pits of his mind. He finally decided to ask and figure out all those answers later.

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The cousins had hurried back to their own village, startled and upset by what they had experienced. And they were clearly more confused afterwards than they were before they had joined the stranger on his quest in Lakeshore. They couldn't understand what had just happened, everything had moved so fast. Once they were safe in their own village, hiding in their mansion they had tried to figure it out together. Discussed it with their advisors. But nothing. The only thing they had figured out was the fact that the late fire lord indeed had been kidnapped by the Water tribe but why was not something they could understand. And Ara didn't want to understand. In her opinion they had already meddled too much in other's businesses.

"What should we do with this man he has exiled to our county? He asked us to put him in jail," It was Cailu that brought up the question. They were enjoying their supper after a long day of discussions and arguing, everyone was worked up by this mess. Almost everyone agreed with Ara on the subject, that they should hadn't meddled in the subject. It only seemed to bring them more trouble.

"He didn't ask us to put him in jail, he said that we could do that as some sort of compensation for all the trouble your friend brought us. So we're not going to put him in jail before we get a legit reason to do that, if the Water lord sends an messenger and letting us know what this right hand of his has done wrong and I believe it's something he should be put in jail for we will do it. We don't have cell's enough to waste them on innocent men some other tribe don't want to be associated with anymore."

Her answer was true, Airdale didn't have a proper jail like Murtovaara and Lakeshore. Their village was a lot smaller as well, their way of dealing with criminals was simply to banish them from their land. They had too much to deal with when it came to their own population that was on the verge of dying out. And Cailu only nodded at the sharp answer, because he knew that as well. He knew that they should be focusing on their own people instead, trying to survive the winter that soon would cover the land.

"But should we just ignore him? We have no idea why his leader asked us to put him in jail, perhaps we should ask?"

Ara looked over at Cailu with disbelief at first, she couldn't understand how he could focus on something so nonexistent when they had much bigger troubles ahead of them. But in the end she just nodded towards him, "Fine. But this will be your responsibility. You find him and bring him here so I can question him, while you do that I will handle everything else. Like always. You can start your search tomorrow, it won't be that hard for you I think."

Cailu didn't say anymore after that, he just nodded quietly. He agreed with his cousin, finding the water exile would probably not be that hard, he just had to look after a man with some sort of blue eyes among those that didn't look like a fellow tribe member.

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The next morning Cailu started his search, it was more difficult than he had imagined it to be. He didn't have anything to go on more than the eye color and the knowledge that it should be someone who didn't carry the snow white hair like his fellow tribe members. But he didn't know what hair color it should be. He didn't even know what the man's name was! He didn't know anything at all.

So the search went on for hours, at least it felt like it. He just walked around the land and asked every stranger he saw who they could be, but most of them ended up only being mercenaries that were passing through. Which wasn't that strange since it was what Airedale mostly survived on, those that traveled from city to city, they were lucky being in the middle of the land for that. Unlucky when it came to the war since it sometimes was taking place right outside their little village.

But after many attempts to find the man Cailu finally got a hint, someone had seen an injured man arrive the day before in the company of a woman. She had been supporting him according to the tale. It wasn't much to work on but still a little, it could just be another traveler that had gotten unlucky on his way but after all the failed attempts Cailu was ready to grasp every little opportunity. Because he couldn't fail on a mission like this, that would be humiliating.

So he followed the woman’s direction, the way she had pointed out that she had seen the two walk. As he made his way through the village he stopped occasionally to ask after directions, or ask if someone had seen the two yesterday and as he got new directions he followed them. In the end he found himself in front of one of the inns Airedale provided, he wasn't that surprised. If they didn't stay at an inn, where would they stay?

Once inside he just spoke shortly to the owner, asking the man about who was staying there. Asking for the couple and even if the man had hesitated when it came to answer the question he did since the request came from their leader herself. And not the fake one but the one that was appreciated by the tribe. and even if the man didn't know who the man that had accompanied the lady was it still was some sort of an hint, or just another one to cross from the list of suspects.

In front of the door he had been told would contain the two he lightly knocked to get their attention before calling out, "I'm Cailu Elre, a representative of the tribe leader, we're searching for a man from the water tribe. Could you please open the door so I can talk to you two?"

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Na'ari heard the knocking of the door, he was drinking his tea and he nearly fell over in shock, forcing himself to swallow the rest of the concoction to help alleviate his legs. "Cailu here?! Either he's wanting to chain me up or he wants to know why I am here... I can't endanger Mekaisto." he slowly got up, the pain in his legs subsided from the tea, but it was not all gone. He slowly walked till he reached the door and opened it.

"You wanted me, you have me Cailu. I ask you leave the woman alone, she is a solitary medicine woman who found me on the road after I was waylaid." He said sternly, and with a purpose, as if he was still Zianro's right hand. But he knew he wasn't anymore, after the duel he had with him that seemed so long ago, the words still ringing in his mind. He didn't have to brand him an exile, to make him one. Na'ari had no friends, save for Zianro, the moment he lost it was enough for the tall Water exile. "Take me in if you wish, my life matters not."

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The first thing Cailu noticed was the blue eyes, it wasn't a guarantee but it was a good sign. And it was a man, a tall one. Cailu had never seen this right hand guy before but at least he could hope that this was the one. The only things he had to go on was correct at least, but he could as well be from some other place and still have blue eyes. That was something Cailu was aware of. But it was the right man, the man admitted it. And more than just that.

"Take me in if you wish, my life matters not."

Cailu's brows furrowed, he got confused at first since he hadn't even mentioned anything about such a topic. He had just pointed out that Ara wanted to meet and speak with the man. But apparently he thought that they wanted to take him to jail, why did everyone think that this little village even had a jail? They didn't. And if that was what was going to happen clearly someone else but Cailu would be the one that went to fetch the man, he had more important things to do. No, he didn't. He just stood beside Ara and watched over her.

"So you are the water lord's right hand man? Or was I mean... Uhm... I'm not here to take you to jail... It's true that Zianro Azura wants us to do that but our leader just wants to meet and speak with you... She wants to know why she was asked to do such a thing...." It seemed he had gotten better on this talking thing, even if he still thought it was rather tough. Or he didn't like it, he actually preferred to just stand on the side and listen to the other's while they handled the conversation.

"So... Would you be so kind and just follow me and meet with our leader?"

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Zianro had just overseen part of the repairs on his entryway when he saw Zotar walk towards him. He threw off any weapons he had and knelt down. "And to what do I owe this visit? Come to stir up more trouble. Or else do, has the fool finally opened his eyes, mind, and heart to the reality of the situation?" Zianro eyed the fire tribesman carefully, wondering his intentions.

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Na'ari sighed. "I would follow you if I could but my legs are bruised from being waylaid. So you'll have to lend me your shoulder or else tell your leader to come to me, but I'll give you my arm regardless since I have a feeling it's the former." The former right hand stated as he put his hand on the man's shoulder shoulder and walked gingerly outside the room. His legs still smarted from the bruises given to him but he hoped it was going to subside eventually.

But what did the leader of the air tribe want with him? Didn't they know of his exile? Well, in his mind it was obviously a small chunk of that info. He still couldn't make up his mind if he was really going to stay in air lands, away from people or just continue wandering all of Imos when his legs got better. He had a feeling this meeting would answer that decision really fast.

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In the end Deborah wasn't sure what was going on, someone rushed in telling them the airhead from days ago had escaped his cell and started a riot. Once that was said she was grimacing again, wondering what was up with the security in this place. Wasn't they even prepared to keep their own people in their jail? If that guy was able to escape and start a riot how many hadn't done it before him? No, the fire nation somehow seemed less powerful and mighty suddenly.

But who was she to blame them? She just followed the king around and did whatever he asked of her. So if he wanted her to walk right into the riot and blind the people temporarily that was what she did without even questioning it. She was just sort of happy that she finally was allowed to do something instead of just standing at the side and watching everyone demonstrate what they could do. But after her part that was mostly what she did, stood around in a corner while watching the men get slaughtered without even flinching. She almost thought to herself that this was more boring to watch than the massacre at Shadowfen.

"Well done, I want you to come with me to Airedale. If there is anyone I trust to fight with me, right at my side, it be you." She doubted that she would be fighting. She would probably just be allowed to stand around and watch like always. "Besides, I would not want to lose you. And while your keeping me safe, I promise to keep you safe."

She was watching his hand on her shoulder while nodding slowly, wondering how he could think that it was safer for her to be at the battlefield with him than in Murtovaara. When she gave it a second thought she suddenly understood that he was probably right, the only reason why she was accepted and allowed to walk around in the castle was because the king was there and he accepted her. But when he was gone there was no guarantee she would be accepted anymore. So he was probably right when he said that she would be safer around him.

"I will try not to let you down again."



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When the man told him that he wouldn't be able to walk by himself and needed a shoulder to lean on Cailu allowed him to use his. He had no reason not to help the man, Ara wanted to speak with him and that was why Cailu had been asked to go and fetch him. He doubted that Ara actually would go here to meet the man, would any tribe leader do something like that? No, probably not. And according to Cailu Ara was the nicest of them. But he didn't know anyone of the other's either so that wasn't that strange.

It took a little while to take them from the inn to the mansion since the other one was hurt, but in the end they was in front of the building. Cailu still helped the man by leading him inside, wondering if he needed to get the man upstairs also or if Ara would be waiting somewhere else, the answer to his thoughts were one of the few servants they had who stood right inside the main door and directed him towards the throne room. The choice of location was a bit odd, they never used it, but Cailu wouldn't question Ara's choice.

The moment Ara saw the supposedly right hand man to the Water tribes leader, or former right hand man, she was a bit taken aback. She had expected something else. Something a little less... fragile. But he looked beaten up, perhaps he had a whole different aura around him when he wasn't like that. But she just smiled towards the man while she leaned back, "Hello. I suspect that you are the late right hand man of Zianro Azura? I've summoned you here because I need answers. A while ago I and my own right hand man, Cailu, who was the one to go and find you, went to Lakeshore to talk with Azura. We had heard some really unsettling rumors that now have been proven correct, it ended with him asking us or me to put you in jail. I'm not going to put you in jail, we didn't even get a reason to why were supposed to do something like that. So what did you do, are we supposed to send you away from our lands because you can be considered a threat?"

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Zianro listened to what Zotar has to say. The way he went to his knees finally made him smile. He slowly clapped his hands joyfully. "Well done, well done! You've finally unclouded your eyes from the hate of your forefathers. As for Airedale, I shall get my soldiers moving within the hour to match your brother's might. Soon, we will see the dreams we wanted to see a reality." Zianro walked to Zotar as he spoke, "So rise Zotar, true Leader of the Fire tribe, and together, we will make Zaheed pay and we shall make him see his own blood." Clearly he was unaware of Zaheed's recent events.

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Na'ari's mouth nearly dropped at the sight Of Ara's beauty, he knew he had to answer as soon as possible, for time is short. He let go of Cailu's shoulder and made his best effort to stand on his own and show he was a warrior, not a wounded man. "I am Na'ari Aurelis, former right hand of the Water Lord. I was a victim of a conspiracy involving your unsettling rumors. Zianro thought I was a threat to whatever he was planning and removed me from the equation by exiling me. I wish nothing more then to live in relative peace, whether it be here or anywhere else on Imos". Na'ari tried to read her face, trying to figure out if she was concerned about him, or something else. "But it seems there is something else on your mind other then dealing with a wounded man such as myself, can I be of service in some way?"

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Both Cailu and Ara exchanged unsettled glances towards each other while they listened to the man's words, Cailu still had no idea what had happened while he had been gone but he could understand that whatever it was must been big. There was no time to ask her either, but somehow she had found out that the things this Bellistrad had told them about was real. And apparently this man he went to search for knew that as well, which was why he had been exiled from his tribe. If that was something Zianro was capable of doing just to protect the conspiracy Cailu could only praise the gods nothing had happened to them for interfering.

"But it seems there is something else on your mind other then dealing with a wounded man such as myself, can I be of service in some way?"

The question startled Ara that indeed had started to drift off inside her head, thinking about what she should do if the exiled fire king would return with the Water tribes army, was she supposed to take care of them? And how long before the second army arrived, would the Water tribe even be here in time or would their little village already be burnt to the ground? She didn't fear for her tribesmen, she knew that none would be able to capture them. At least she thought so, because who could capture air? She knew that she would be able to pass through any prison cell door as simple as any other. But it was true that not everyone was as skilled as her when it came to such things. Which was why she wouldn't let anyone be captured in the first place.

But there was a second thing that troubled her mind. Something hidden underneath the surface, something the Fire tribe indeed would discover if they won the battle. It made her start to chew on her lip, it made her so extremely nervous, what they could come up with if they got the stones in their possession. That thought troubled her a lot, but she had no clue on how she was supposed to protect the stones, send Cailu away with them before the battle? No. She couldn't do that, they needed him. Give them back to the people who deserved them? It could work, perhaps that would give them an advantage as well. But she didn't know. Which was why she just smiled at the man after he addressed her, trying to push away the thoughts.

"Well, you got me. I wasn't paying attention because before you arrived I got visited by someone that called himself the late king of the Fire nation, Zotar Thanos was apparently his name. He told me what had happened to him and came here with a warning, apparently the current king are planning to invade my land and I have no idea what to do." Even though she spoke with a calm voice, smiling through it all, the eyes hinted of the panic behind them. Saying it out loud make the whole situation seem worse, like it was real, like it really would happen. And it wasn't only Ara that showed signs of panic. The moment she told them those things Cailu flinched, staring at her, skin turning even paler. Or perhaps greener, he felt sick, like he was about to throw up right there. To hear that the war had finally reached them was not something anyone of them wanted to hear.

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Na'ari listened to Ara and noted Cailu's reaction. If Zotar was here, then obviously he managed to escape, and Zaheed did indeed raze Shadowfen, with Airedale the next target. Na'ari had a choice to make. He knew the only army that could stand up to Zaheed was the Water Army, and Zotar probably knew that too, hence his absence. Na'ari stared at the blade on his back and shifted a bit. His legs were still sore but he had to stand tall.

"I can take this pain if it means telling the Air leader she is not alone in her fight..." Na'ari thought in his own mind. He raised his hand and placed it over his heart in a dedicated manner. "You are not alone in this then. I may have been exiled from the water lands, but Imos is still my home. I will gladly lend you my sword and services to you, Ara Cilivren. Lend you my full strength if need be, even my very life." He strained his last words, feeling the dull ache of his bruised legs. "On my honor, I will help you defend all of Airedale."

"Hopefully she says yes, my legs aren't feeling too great! Owch!!" he thought desperately. He had to keep standing until asked or told otherwise, such was his thoughts of politeness.

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Soldiers fled into Lakeshore, they were fearful enough to do what Zaheed had commanded him, but not brave enough to run. And though retreating may seem like cowardice, it would be better than playing part in the slaughter that was now present in Airedale. Before Zaheed sent his soldiers out to march, he ordered rogues to dispatch into the city and eliminate as many high ranking officers and to lift the city gates once they approached.

The team proved to be successful for by the time Zaheed and his army approached Airedale, it was opened to Zaheed's destruction. "Now, do not except this battle to be like Shdowfen, you are dealing with air benders here. They can be trickier in situations as such. But if you hold up to order and efficiency in the battlefield, then we gain not only another victory but conquer domain over another tribe. Soon, Imos will bow to one leader. Show no mercy, execute all who prove capable to be a hindrance in the future. And as for the weak ones, enslave them, I'll make them strong for a greater purpose, for my purpose. Do not forget who you are fighting for, do not make me your enemies. Follow your orders, and I give you my word, you will not suffer what Airedale is soon going to face," Zaheed told his speech before the battle.

With the troops inside of the city, Airedale took a slaughtering, the fire tribe had much bigger numbers than them, and this battle had been expected and practiced for after Shadowfen fell. But while the city was being scorched by flames and drowned by terror, Zaheed made his way to the throne room, hoping that he would find and kill the tribe's leader. Zaheed always believed the best way to truly break a tribe's heart and soul was to drive and destroy their homeland, but also to put an end to the one who once led and governed them.

Deborah accompanied him with Bellistrad's unconscious self carried, but also surrounded by soldiers leading and slaves in chains as Zaheed absorbed their energy. He was retaining his abnormal shape, though Deborah did in the past told him that he would not need those powers, Zaheed, in the end, went with his own intentions, as he always did. "I had planned this day for weeks now, I was expecting at least some type of fight," he talked to Deborah as they were on their way to the throne room, was if he were having simple conversation, as if there were not a skirmish before him. "Air benders, heh, guess there's a reason why the fire tribe never affiliated with them, what's there to affiliate with?"

Suddenly Zaheed's pet, Icarus swept down to inform his master, "Zaheed! Zotar and Zaheed are here, they brought the entire water tribe army!" Zaheed stopped in his tracks, heart-pounding much faster, because his goal just got much harder to achieve. No matter how ridiculous Zotar and Zianro teaming up sounded to Zaheed, he stuck with the plan- get to the throne room, take down the air tribe leader then deal with Zianro and Zotar.

Zaheed made it inside the throne room, "Deborah, trust me, I want you to hide within this room. I will soon be immersed within a duel. You know I treasure our time together, you served me in different places, but for now, I ask that you do what I say."

After Zaheed spoke to Deborah, his men then wrapped numerous chains around Bellistrad, bounding him to a column. Zaheed struck Bell against the face to wake him up, and hen unleashed his blade, placing it against Bell's neck, "Too bad you were asleep, Indorial. No matter, when this is all over, and I'm in a good mood I might let you get a breath of air, take a step outside, let you soak in the scenery, before I decide to finally put an end to you."

Ara was no where to be found in the throne room, but Zaheed waited, he knew his brother would get his way anytime now, Zotar always did, according to Zaheed.


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"Thank you, Zianro," Zotar responded to his once-was-enemy, as he rose to his feet just as Zianro had commanded. Leader, it has been quite some time since Zotar actually felt like one, sure Bellistrad mentioned the word many times as he tried to train Zotar into one, but now, Zotar felt he could own up to the title of leader.

In the meantime before the water tribe soldiers set out to march for Airedale, Zotar trained with them. Of course seemed quite suspicious and odd considering the obvious ties between water and fire. But as he practiced events such as sword-fighting or hand-to-hand combat, even in duels considering their elements at battle, he did not feel any tension. For, it was if none of that matter. For once in Zotar's life he could say that a huge part about the history of his ancestors simply did not matter.

No, because through the training with the water soldiers, Zotar constantly kept Bellistrad's words in mind because now they made sense, they are no different from him. These men, they had a country, traditions, families to go back to one the war waging was over, if it was ever going to be. Zotar never though of it that way, he was too one-sided in the situation, never thinking for himself, when it came to breaking away from what he was told as a child. But then it also struck Zotar that he will soon be facing his own nation, his own soldiers, or men he once saw as such.

At that moment, he bore grief, sorrow, to believe he would be against his own tribe. So he excused himself from the battle-training, and made his way to somewhere quiet. Unbelievingly, Zotar actually floated against the waters of a pool inside Lakeshore. After he had to swim for his life, he discovered something special about water- it could either be peace, calm, cooling, or could follow with violence and mad splashing thrashing, its a choice to decide which one. It was always a choice for Zotar, but most of his life he had living his father's, but since he had met Bellistrad, he felt he free.

On his back, lying against the water, he mediated for the battle that soon faced him. That there will be sacrifices made, and he was willing to take them, no matter if it meant he had to end the lives of fire tribe soldiers or if his life would end. And came the time that the water tribe soldiers set out on their journey, with Zotar there besides Zianro, marching with a water tribe king, with the same goal in mind for once, stop Zaheed.

The battle was launched, well, the time that Zotar got there with Zianro, the air tribe was already being attacked. But hopefully, not for long were the people of Airedale going to be pressed under oppression and bloodshed. "Zianro, I'm going after Zaheed. Thank you, again, and," Zotar put his hand on Zianro's shoulder. "Let's save Imos." Zotar gave a bow and charged off in the direction he felt was the best way to his brother.

Zotar could see Zaheed from a distance, he was tallest and strangest-looking figure before him. Zotar took in a deep breath, filling air into his lungs, trying to find a peace in the midst of sorrow and suffering that surrounded. Dreaming and hoping that when this was all over, Zaheed would not only be put down but the separation of the tribes. Perhaps there would no longer be wars or battles like this, Imos would once again be united.

Zotar busted into the throne room to see before him, the monster he was tied to by blood, Zaheed, and his friend, his teacher, his savior, Bellistrad. "Leave him alone, Zaheed!" Zotar barked in stern voice, not in a tone of anger but one that gave the speech of a firm leader. "Your ruination of foreign tribes but also the fire tribe, ends here!"

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Character Portrait: Lord Vinicius Character Portrait: Cailu Elre Character Portrait: Ara Cilivren Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Bellistrad Indorial Character Portrait: General Zaheed Thanos Character Portrait: Na'ari Aurelis Character Portrait: Deborah Sigrún

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Bell slowly came out of his long dream, one he barely understood in the end but he got what he needed from it. He could tell he was uncomfortable and felt chains around him, pinning him to something solid. A wood pillar he realized it was, and slowly he recognized the room being in the Air Tribe style. His eyes widened as he bare witness once again to the terrifying wrath of Zaheed. Bell could do little more than shrink into himself and wait for the large man to leave him.

In short time Zotar arrived and called out in Bellistrad's defense. He was glad that Zotar had come to defend the Air Tribe and wondered if the Water tribe had come with him. Bell yelled out in a state of pure willpower at the sight of Zotar and Zaheed together again and burst his body out in blue flame violently. The chains, the tip of Zaheed's sword and the pillar that Bell had been chained to all either melted or became charcoal respectively. Bell sunk to the floor after his outburst and realized just how weak he was from incarceration.

Bell stood up and went to work on Zaheed, unleashing a fast array of fiery jabs and arcing rings of flame from his kicks. Each attack wore out Bell more and more but he kept up the attack with his flurry of hard pressed Fire Bending. Bell calls out to Zotar as he keeps up the assault. "It is time for your third lesson Zotar, the power of the yellow stomach chakra, and control of your Willpower!" Bell demonstrates this by rotating on his left leg and performing a strong upper-cut kick to Zaheed's lower chin, his strike sending a giant torrent of fire from his foot up and extending 20ft up into the sky. Bell retreated after this attack, his energy now starting to consume his flesh as patches of his skin became ashes and slowly smoldering embers.

Bell's body was at it's limit but Bell continued to fight even with the pain of burning alive. Bell finished his fight one way or another by igniting his body in a blue fiery aura and became a sapphire phoenix and rammed into Zaheed on a suicide run to incinerate both the evil King and himself in the flames...

When the ashes settled Bellistrad had vanished and only a single scrap of blue fabric marked where he had stood. His spirit raced around the energy of Zotar before disappearing into the light.

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Character Portrait: Lord Vinicius Character Portrait: Cailu Elre Character Portrait: Ara Cilivren Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Bellistrad Indorial Character Portrait: General Zaheed Thanos Character Portrait: Na'ari Aurelis Character Portrait: Deborah Sigrún

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"You are not alone in this then. I may have been exiled from the water lands, but Imos is still my home. I will gladly lend you my sword and services to you, Ara Cilivren. Lend you my full strength if need be, even my very life. On my honor, I will help you defend all of Airedale."

She wasn't surprised by his proposal, even though he was a bit roughed up at the moment she could sense that he was a soldier in the core. There was no doubt that he would make such a request, she would be more surprised if he had asked how to get out of there the fastest and ran away. And even if she was questioning how much he could do in his current state she couldn't order him around, he wasn't a part of her tribe so who was she to stop him? That was not her obligation or even her business.

"Your kindness is too much, thank you, we accept your help. You may go and do what you want in the meantime, talk to the guards or something else, the choice is yours. I need to do some things now, so I will excuse myself." While she spoke she had stood up with the help of her cane before smiling politely towards the water exile and leaving the room. She was needed somewhere else, in fact she was probably needed everywhere at this point.

The two cousins were located in their study where they were actually arguing in hissing voices, no one of them agreeing to the other ones ideas. No one of them had any experiences with a real war or battle. Both of them thought they knew what was best but neither of them had any clues in reality. That was when one of the guards came stumbling into the room, blood leaking from defend wounds.

"We're under a a-attack, most of the men around the walls are... dead. I escaped right after an assault... They're here already."

Dead silence. No one said anything, the arguing was over. There wasn't anything to argue about anymore. It was already too late for that. Probably too late for anything. She had been told to defend the village, to keep people alive. But truly Ara didn't care the slightest about the land or the village, all she cared about was her people. As long as they got out alive, which she hoped they would because why wouldn't they all just scatter with the air as soon as they saw the enemy just like the guard who had escaped had done?

"You are wounded, leave the city. Fly out of here, don't die for something like this," The guard hesitated at first, clearly troubled by the order. They were assigned to guard the city, not run away when it got dangerous and Ara knew that. But she wanted to keep as many of them alive as possible, and if that meant to just abandon the village completely for its destruction so be it. When the guard had vanished from vision she turned towards Cailu who was looking out the open window, "Cousin, I want you to evacuate as many of ours as possible. Protect them while they escape, I know you can protect them."

Even he hesitated, his assignment was to protect Ara and not the others and clearly she needed a lot of protection in his opinion, "But... What about you?"

She only shook her head, "No, I don't need it. I can take care of myself, I don't need to use violence. I will simply slip through their grasp if they get that close. I will go to the stones. We can't let them have them. After that I will help you by looking for people that still hasn't left."

They both vanished, Cailu traveling out through the window still drifting away while the real wind grabbed a hold of him while Ara went downstairs and further into the building. She didn't need to open any doors, she just slipped through the slots, downwards. Underneath the dirt. Into the place where all secrets were kept. Once inside the hidden room she looked down onto the three stones. Funny thing was that the red one seemed to shine were it lied, she had never seen it happen before even though she had visited the room many times before. She guessed it was because of the presence of so many fire wielders.

After that unsettling realization she simply poked down the stones into her pouch without touching them with her bare hands and left the room to save the rest of her people from getting slaughtered. At least she hoped that was the worst scenario.



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Honestly the attack on Shadowfen was funnier to watch, yeah watch. Just like she now was watching the slaughter going on in Airedale. It was just like Deborah had suspected, she wasn't supposed to fight. She was just there for the show and to keep the king company. Like before. And to be honest, she wasn't amused with it. At all. If it wasn't for the ongoing battle you would be able to hear her click her tongue more than once while she followed the king where he walked through the streets, clearly unhappy with her position in all this. But she didn't say anything, she wasn't stupid enough to do something like that on a day like this. She just silently listened to the kings bragging like always.

But clearly she had decided on the outcome to early, the news that got the king frustrated made her smile. Because apparently this would be more exciting than Shadowfen. Much more exciting. But also a bigger risk, she didn't have any reason to doubt her employer since she knew how strong the army and he was but still there was that tiny chance that they would lose. That meant she would lose as well. What would happen then was not something she would like to know. And how she was supposed to get out of here was also a question. But she pushed those thoughts aside, she didn't have any reason to doubt the king.

She had expected something more from the home of her father, she hadn't known what to expect but this was clearly not it. To know she was linked to this rundown place was not something she would be bragging about again, the house she guessed belonged to the leader since they walked into it wasn't even close to being impressive. If she didn't know better she would almost resemble it with something from Murtovaara’s slums. Small when comparing it to what Murtovaara had to offer and not even special or unique like Shadowfen.

"Deborah, trust me, I want you to hide within this room. I will soon be immersed within a duel. You know I treasure our time together, you served me in different places, but for now, I ask that you do what I say."

He wanted her to hide? Of all the things he could ask of her and he asked her to hide. Once more she started to click her tongue in annoyance but she wasn't going to start questioning him and being difficult now, "Fine."

Just like he had told her to do she walked further inside the room and leaned onto the wall with arms crossed in the darkest corner, she wasn't going to crouch down and hide behind some sort of junk like a kid. She refused to do that. She wasn't going to humiliate herself like that, because her pride didn't allow her to hide like some scared child. No. Not even if the king asked that of her. It was beneath her.

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Character Portrait: Lord Vinicius Character Portrait: Cailu Elre Character Portrait: Ara Cilivren Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Bellistrad Indorial Character Portrait: General Zaheed Thanos Character Portrait: Na'ari Aurelis Character Portrait: Deborah Sigrún

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Zianro nodded. "Get going then Zotar. I'll deal with his forces." Zianro then raised his voice. "We'll go with the charge and flank maneuver! Two hundred of you charge in and get any fire warrior! Two one hundred man units will cover the flanks!" Zianro smiled inwardly. "Now Zaheed, Old Friend, it's time to end our little contest of strength..."

"First Unit, Charge!!"

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Na'ari was with the Guards in the city, desperately helping them escape whilst he used Draconil and what little water remained in his pouch to hold off any forces trying to stop him from trying to help the best he could. He felt like he was the only water warrior that cared, until he heard the battle cries.

Warriors of Lakeshore leapt into the cities and fought against the fire soldiers. On the walls of the City itself, Several water warriors specializing in ice threw several icicles at the soldiers, further aiding them in their cause against the fire tribe's tyrannical Ruler. He thought he saw Cailu arriving to help. But that made his face turn pale with worry.

"Where is Ara?" He said silently to himself. It didn't matter, he had to fight off the troops with the newfound Calvary.