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    Hello everyone ^^. I'm here for another RP, let's hope it'll be as successful as Happy Home ^^. This will be a pure fantasy RP with Elves, Dwarves etc. Everyone is invited, prepare to read a lot though ^^.

    Let me assure you, I'm not forcing anyone to read all of this from the get-go. The most important parts are I - III, VIII and IX in order to grasp how to create your CS. However I must say that if you only read those parts which I mentioned.. Amn will be just one big mystery to you. If you really want to delve inside Amn and understand it, you have to read all of it ^^. Think about me for example, can you even guess how many times I've read this through? The answer isn't a single digit I can assure you. I would've loved to put more pictures there but frankly I wasn't sure what to put ^^.

    If you're planning on reading the whole thing at once, don't do it in a rush. Take your time. Choose a slow period of time for you, fix yourself a cup of coffee or such, and read it carefully ^^. Don't read it because you have to, but because you WANT to!

    Now then the only thing left to do is.. the actual reading part ^^. Have fun!


    Table of contents

    Intro Part I – Amn
    Intro Part II – Elves of the East
    • Fairies
    • Voco e Vorago

    Intro Part III – The Three Elves
    • High Elves
    • Dark Elves
    • Moon Elves

    Intro Part IV – The Five Dragons
    • Valham
    • Faen
    • Ik'har
    • Arlith
    • Xarxes

    Intro Part V - The Other Regions of Amn
    • Nihil Mountains - Dwarves
    • Onomu - Beastkin
    • Zenith
    • Qualus - Merpeople
    • Riverna – Inuiks
    • Netherworld

    Intro Part VI – The Chasm of Terra
    • Soul Crystals

    Intro Part VII – The Elder Council
    • Garmilio
    • Ka'Tar
    • Kinos Alte

    Intro Part VIII – The Elements
    • Fire
    • Water
    • Earth
    • Wind
    • EXP

    Intro Part IX – Magic Arts (Follow-up chapter to part VIII)
    • Important NPCs

    Intro Part X - Creatures of Amn
    • Jitai
    • Draken
    • Xeloain
    • Tamba
    • Margni
    • Svert
    • Numen

    Intro Part XI - Those without Names
    Intro Part XII – Rules


    Tales of Amn

    Intro Part I - Amn
    Welcome to the beautiful and peaceful world of Amn. Amn is only a few centuries old world, born from clusters of magic floating in the deep Abyss. You can reflect the Abyss to our understanding of space and universe. Unlike our world, which was suddenly thrust into existance, the Abyss has always existed. It will not disappear, nor can it be ”contained”. Thus, the Abyss is an endless source of information for which many lives have been sacrificed. The species among Amn were all created from the Abyss, just like Amn itself.


    If looked from the surface of Amn, the Abyss would look like an endless sky with white clouds sailing through it. It is caused by the sun which helps sustain the beauty of Amn.

    Amn bears similar traits to Earth. However Amn is not round, nor is it a planet as we understand it. Amn is in the shape of an ellipse, and unlike Earth, Amn actually has an edge from which there is nothing beyond it. Only the Netherworld greets those who venture through it. People generally refer the edge as ”World's End”. The actual name of the platform below Amn where, yes you can see the Grim Reaper sailing, is Netherworld.

    Not a single living soul has returned from the Netherworld(Decide which name you use, I shall use Netherworld), and none seek to go there willingly. It is the world of the dead.
    Even though the world is peaceful, there are still those who seek that which belongs to others. These outlaws are commonly known as Tainted, meaning they are ”tainted” by the Abyss.

    The world of Amn is full of different kind of species which all live in peace with each other. There have been no wars, only everlasting peace. How is that possible? Since everyone has whatever they need and everyone's an equal. There is no need for conflict for everyone already has everything.. according to the high elves. A perfect world, wouldn't you say?
    In Amn, each race have their own kind of sanctuary. The sanctuaries are the races' homelands.

    Intro Part II – Elves of the East
    Amn is covered with lush trees which reach their highest point in the eastern part of Amn. The eastern part of Amn is the magical cradle of the world. Every living thing in the forest of Auburn has magic infused in it. From the highest trees to the smallest flowers, each and every thing contains magic. As mentioned earlier, the eastern forest is named Auburn and it is the sanctuary of the Elves. Elves are considered the main species in Amn for they are the wisest and populate the largest area. Elves live atop the trees and along the trunks by creating hovering platforms which serve as homes.

    In the center of the forest of Auburn lies a large opening where there is a fresh spring. On top of the spring, high among the trees, is a city completely constructed by magic. In the city there lies one of the most famous structures in the world of Amn: Elven Library. It is the place where all the information and stories gather. It is an important structure for the Elves and thus it is heavily guarded. The city is called Nayru, and it is overseen by the dragon Valham. Valham also oversees the whole forest of Auburn.

    Nayru has existed as long as elves have. It was the first thing the elves constructed as they were born into this world. Nayru can be split into two, in the centre lies the palace and the Elven Library while surrounding those two structures are the colosseum and residential areas. The colosseum is the place where the bravest of the elves gather and fight over who is the mightiest of them. Fighting is entertainment, thus the battles done in the colosseum are never deathmatches. They are more like contests of those who want to prove they are strong. On some occasions, a few Tainted ones are sent there to be punished by the warriors. However that happens rarely for it is rather barbaric and doesn't fit elves. Whenever Tainted are involved, use of deadly force is allowed.

    Fairies are an important companion which every elf has. Every elf from birth is given a fairy corresponding their nature and personality. The color of the fairy can be anything but it is strongly influenced by their owners personality. Those who are calm and possess high intellect tend to have a blueish fairy while on the other hand those who have, what you call, a passionate outlook on life seem to have a reddish fairy. These colors can differ naturally, there is no single color for a fairy.

    Fairies have their own personalities and minds, they are beings of their own who usually have a ”host” in order to survive. They have always been considered as sidekicks for the elves. If a fairy with a host dies, it returns into the Abyss from whence it came. This does not have a side-effect on the host but losing a dear companion will undoubtedly hurt.
    Now then, the fairies who don't have a host are called pixies. Pixies live on their own in the nature and care not for the affairs of the world. They despise the fairies who cling on a host with their life. Sometimes pixies can even act hostile towards the fairies. As for pixies color.. it's 80% of time green but it can turn yellow too. The reason for this is unknown.

    Voco e Vorago
    In the Elven Library exists all sorts of books right from the beginning of the world however even the library doesn't have all of the books. One book which was said to not even have an author is not located in the Elven Library. It is called Voco e Vorago, and it contains everything you could possibly want to know about summoning. It details how summoning actually works which is still unknown to most in Amn. It also has a complete list of creatures which can be summoned, making it one of the most seeked treasures in the world of Amn. Sadly, this treasure has been long gone. No one knows where it could possibly be, which in turn creates speculation that the whole book doesn't even exist. Dozens of treasure seekers have attempted to find the book but all of them have returned with empty hands.

    One high elf has said that the book has found it's way into the Netherworld. Of course no one takes this high elf seriously because he couldn't possibly know that. All that can be said is that whoever finds the book will surely be able to become one of the greatest summoners in the whole world of Amn.

    Part III – The Three Elves

    The High Elves
    Elves possess the best magical abilities of all the races in Amn. They are also split into three different sub-races for all the elves are not alike. First are the High Elves, they are the elves most blessed with magic and they tend to live in the residential areas in Nayru. They are the most common of elves and thus are also portraited as the main species of elves. In the main region of Amn, Zenith, exists an Elder Council in which there is one representative from three races. High elves were chosen to be the representatives of the elves.

    High elves have what you call a ”royal heritage” although the truth is something much else. It is as they say.. winners shape the history. As for their appearance, high elves have a tan skin color, the same as humans. Their hair is often blonde and the color of their eyes is bright. They are also tall and slim in figure.

    The Dark Elves
    The second major species among elves are the Dark Elves. Dark elves are cast offs who are branded as ”lesser” elves. This is never announced, however each and every dark elf knows this. They are given the same rights and laws as the high elves, yet they are still considered lesser beings.
    No one knows where the rumor started, however ever since the world cast it's eyes upon a dark elf, the rumor has existed. Perhaps some find their appearance intimidating, and thus proclaim that they are weaker? The truth is quite the opposite. Some have even said that dark elves are tainted by the Abyss right from birth, thus the color of their skin. However these are all just assumptions from those who fear the dark elves. Where the high elves are the favorites of magic, the dark elves are the favorites of weaponry and combat.

    Dark elves infuse their combat skills with their knowledge of magic, making them lethal weapons and excellent hunters. This is why most dark elves work as hunters who bring in the food while the high elves maintain the city. This balance has worked well for most dark elves find ”desk jobs” repulsive. The dark elves live among the high elves however they choose to sleep in the homes they create in the tree trunks. They are much more with nature than the high elves are, thus the reason they rather sleep outside than inside.

    Dark elves skin is much darker in tone than the high elves. Some have called the skin color midnight blue, and that is what they mostly use to describe dark elves appearance now. Dark elves eyes are crimson red and this is their most intimidating feat. Their hair color can be pretty much anything, they don't have a single color that is dominant over the others. Other than those features, dark elves are similar to high elves.

    The Moon Elves
    Last, but not least, are the Moon Elves. They are scarce among elves since moon elves are born only during Moon Days(explained below). It is said that the moon elves represent the pureness of the moons that surround the world of Amn. Amn has three moons and they are as follows: Pent is the smallest of them with a grey landscape, just like earth's moon. Ura is the middle one with a blue aura and the largest one is Satir with a red surface.
    They have their own orbits so you won't catch all of them often in the midnight sky. Having all three moons on the same night has a meaning for the elves, that day is called the Moon Day. It occurs seven times during a year, on each month (it means there are 7 months in a year in Amn). It is celebrated with a huge festival among the elves.

    Enough of moons, let us turn back our attention to the moon elves. They do not have someone to call a parent because they are brought into this world by magic. Moon elves are the most linked with nature because of their powers. They have a beast tongue with which they can communicate with wild animals.

    Moon elves are the best summoners out of all the elves. Be it a simple wisp or a mighty elemental, the moon elves can control them quite well. However there always is a risk when summoning. The summoned being might defeat those who oppose you but in the end it could also destroy you. Sadly, this happens quite often and it is also one of the primary reasons why moon elves are scarce.

    Moon elves are different from high elves and dark elves, that much is clear. They have different powers but they are also different by their looks. Moon elves skin has a cold hue surrounding it, the skin itself is pale blue. Their hair is always silver and their eyes are also always white. This doesn't mean their eyes are mere blanks, it means that their irises are white while their pupils remain black. They are more ”appreciated” than the dark elves thanks to their looks. Some also fear their powers, thus they are given some priviledges.

    Intro Part IV – The Five Dragons

    There exists five dragons in Amn, they all serve as overseers and guardians except for one. As mentioned earlier, Valham is one of the dragons and he oversees Auburn. There exists four different elements in the world of Amn, and for each element there is a dragon. Valham has the wind element. His scales are green and so are his eyes, he also has two sets of wings bringing a total of 4 wings. Valham is the fastest of the dragons and also the oldest of them. Valham has a calm nature and he thinks before he acts.

    The second dragon is Faen, she has the element of fire. Faen has red scales and crimson eyes, the exact opposite of Valham. Faen has a line of fire going all the way from her neck to her tail, her tail also has a rather large flame in it. Both her horns are also coated with fire, she truly is the fire dragon. Faen oversees the city of Kalah which resides in the southern part of Amn. I can not go into much detail for there is not much information about the people of Kalah. They do not record anything, they don't even have tales to tell. Faen's personality is quite the opposite when compared to Valham, she acts before she thinks. She is also rather impulsive and ”touchy”.

    The third dragon is Ik'har. He guards the Nihil Mountains and also the sea, Qualus, located in the northern part of Zenith. Ik'har has the element of water and ice which is clearly visible by his looks. His scales are mostly white, however his whole body is surrounded by thick blue scars. Ik'har has sky blue eyes and his fire is blue colored. Ik'har's most distinctive part is his horn, yes a single horn. He doesn't possess two horns like all the others. If Ik'har stands still, anyone could mistake him for a statue made of ice. Both the merpeople and the people of Nihil Mountains are overseen by Ik'har, thus landing him the second biggest territory. Ik'har takes pride for being a guardian, thus he spents most of his time aiding the people. He strives to be the best guardian.

    Fourth, and last of the honored ones, is the earth dragon Arlith. He lives in Zenith and oversees the main city of Amn: Monark(the castle and the city below which is visible in the map). Arlith's scales are dim gold and he doesn't possess any wings. Instead of wings, Arlith has four arms. He is rather passive when compared to the other dragons, he'd rather just roam around in the nature than actually do his ”job” and oversee Zenith. He never really cared about the other species, however he would still never cause misfortune to them.

    The fifth dragon is Xarxes, the guardian of Riverna who was banished into the Netherworld. When he was guarding the floating city of Riverna, Xarxes had elegant silver scales and a multitude of sharp, yet beautiful horns. Xarxes was the overseer of all the other dragons and also the guardian of Riverna. That's why he did not possess a single element, he possessed all of the elements. You'd think that he would be the oldest of them, however as mentioned earlier Valham is the oldest.

    Xarxes lost himself to greed, jealousy and lust for power. He sought to become the ruler of the world, not the guardian. That was when the other dragons interfered and banished Xarxes into Netherworld. It was a vicious fight and the result was a deformation within all of the dragons(for example Arlith's four arms). Dragons are tightly involved with the balance of the world, that is what they have always claimed. Due to the fight the balance had shaken, thus the deformation occurred. Riverna rests now without a guardian however it had always been an independant country so the loss wasn't great. Or that's what they told to everyone at least.

    Xarxes is now residing in the Netherworld and his former self has already diminished into nothingness. His silver scales have turned pitch black and all those horns he possessed once are now mere stubs. You could say that Xarxes is the overseer of Netherworld, however the truth is rather hard to tell since no one has come back from the Netherworld.

    Part V – The Other Regions of Amn

    The Nihil Mountains
    The Nihil Mountains are located north of Auburn. They are treacherous and harsh, ending an ill-equipped traveler's life with ease. The habitants of Nihil Mountains, the dwarves, are rather friendly to outsiders. Those who find themselves on their territory will have a surprisingly warm welcome. However it would be foolish to let your guard down.

    Deep in the Nihil Mountains exists a single village, a very old village at that. It is the village of Palo, and it is most known for it's magnificent stone structures which are build into the mountains. Palo is the sanctuary of the dwarves. In truth, only the dwarves can withstand the cold in the Nihil Mountains. Thus they reside there, deep inside the tall mountains digging deeper and deeper.

    They only dig deeper because of crystals. Dwarves are very greedy and their hunger for more wealth is unsurpassed. Because of this hunger of wealth, the dwarves are easily the wealthiest of the races in Amn. It is also why many of the dwarves end up becoming salesmen around the world.

    Onomu is the region located in the west of Auburn. Onomu has large lava pits and rivers which spread across it. Rumor has that the lava rivers go all the way to the Netherworld. There are also small volcanoes located there, thus making a traveler's life a living hell. Onomu is also rather secluded from the other regions, however that is only because the environment is difficult to pass.

    There is only one city located in Onomu (there can be small villages though). It is called Kalah, and as earlier stated, it is the fire dragon Faen's territory. The people of Kalah are known of their fiery will and passion. They are called Beastkin, and their appearance is that of a leopard on two legs. There is much variety among the Beastkin appearance(panther, snow leopard, tiger, lion etc.). Sometimes they are referred as ”Cat People” however that will only summon misfortune to the one who calls them that.

    The region of Zenith, the region containing the main city of Amn: Monark. Zenith has the largest territorial area covering the nearby ocean and the canyons in the middle. In the far west of Zenith lies Monark. It is a city build inside a castle however there is also another city next to it.
    In truth, Monark can be split into two cities. The other one being in the castle, and the other in the root of the mountain. The city inside the castle has the Elder Council and it is also considered the main city. The city below is more of a poor district even though that isn't the whole truth.

    The citizens in Monark are a mix of races located in Amn. There isn't a single race which is dominant there.

    Zenith Sub- Chapter:
    The ocean next to Monark is called Qualus, and the sparklicious city within it is Sirum. Sirum is the sanctuary of the merpeople. It is fully their territory, no other species have any business going there. Since the merpeople live in the depths of the ocean, they are rather isolated from the rest of the world. Also the fact that they can't spend much time on land due to their gills is why they are isolated. Those who have ventured into the open ocean have quickly found themselves caught in thunderous roars of waves. The merpeople can control the sea and they don't like strangers, thus this is the ”treatment” they get.

    The palace located in Sirum has thousands of different jewels attached into it. During sunset, the palace is actually visible when looked from land. The jewels glitter so much that it is easy to recognize the palace from the water. The Queen of the Seas lives in the palace and she is known by almost everyone in the world of Amn. She is known as Queen Milra, and she is much respected by her people. Queen Milra is not someone to be pushed around, she protects her kingdom from everyone. Ik'har is the dragon who oversees the ocean however since the merpeople are quite independant, he doesn't have much influence there.

    Riverna is the last of the regions in Amn. It is also the smallest of them, consisting only of a few floating islands which sail with the clouds in the sky. Riverna is only accessible by those who possess the ability to fly, thus only the people who live in Riverna can go there. These people are known as the Inuiks, they possess the head of an eagle(parrot for females), torso of a human and bull's legs. Also, naturally they possess a pair of wings attached to their back. Inuiks are a traditional race full of different customs which make living a ”normal” life there next to impossible.

    Riverna's guardian, Xarxes, was considered the being next to a god. The Inuiks worshipped Xarxes and offered him sacrifices nearly every day. This was of course foolish because the rate of births would never be able to keep up the sacrifice amount, however as earlier mentioned the Inuiks are very traditional. If you dare to break their ”rules”, you'll be mercifully denied of your life. You read right, dealing death to someone is called mercy for them. What's merciless for them then? You do not want to know.

    After Xarxes' banishment, the Inuiks have become unstable. They've lost their god and find it unfair that the rest of the races can keep their ”gods”. If things stand as they are, eventually the Inuiks will attack the other races. This is one of the most dire situations Amn has ever experienced, it is also the main subject at the moment in the Elder Council. Whether Amn will suffer it's first war depends from the actions of the Elder Council.

    World which belongs to the dead. No living being has ever set foot there, and never will unless they wish for a quick death (the exception being Xarxes). Netherworld resides under Amn, it is as if every living being which dies ”falls” into the Netherworld. No one knows what it looks like but only one look at a Lurker, and you know that it is a dark place.

    Intro Part VI - Chasm of Terra

    The people of Amn generally refer the center of the world as Chasm of Terra. It is a huge canyon which arches to every possible direction. The peculiar name of the canyon comes from it's only speculated resident, a gladiator named Terra. The history of the Chasm of Terra is kept secret for it is a shameful one for the elves.

    Fifty years before the present day, the elves constructed a colosseum into the middle of Amn where the infamous battle between the dragons had transpired two hundred years ago(this means it has been 250 years from the time when Xarxes was banished). This colosseum served to honor the ground and the history it held. This was the first colosseum the elves constructed, the second one resides in Nayru. Nevertheless, the colosseum was a hit so to speak. It's location and sheer purpose drew people from every corner of Amn.

    Back on those days, beings called humans existed too. The Chasm of Terra was supposed to become their sanctuary, however it was denied from them. It was because of a single reason: humans were incapable of maintaining peace. Their hateful thinking would only summon an all-out war. Also they were feared of their power, some said they were fiercer in magic than the elves. That is why the colosseum was built there instead of a human city. As you can imagine, the humans were not pleased. It only served to strengthen the theory that they actually ”liked” war and fighting because almost every human became a gladiator in the colosseum.

    There never was a real species called human, they were just considered another branch of the elves due to their similarities. Yet, the elves did not accept them as one of their own. The only place for humans was actually the colosseum or the poor district of Monark. On one ominous day, two of the best fighters in the colosseum were set against each other. The other one was a dark elf named Nilak, and the other was a human called Terra.

    Both of them had exceptional swordplay and magical capabilities. This fight was by far the most anticipated in whole Amn. Who would've guessed that a human was able to fight his way to the top. Nilak's and Terra's duel lasted for a whole day, both of them had so much endurance that some thought this fight would last forever. However it did not last for Terra unleashed an earth-shattering blow right from the sky in order to finish off Nilak at the 24th hour. Yet the force of the strike was much greater than Terra had expected. The attack tore the ground into vast canyons, and it also wiped out the colosseum completely.

    Nilak had survived the strike and escaped with his life. However everyone in the colosseum had died, everyone except Terra. No one has heard of him ever since, however some speculate that Terra still lives in the chasm.

    Soul Crystals
    Every dragon possesses a Soul Crystal, which means there is a total of 5 of them. A Soul Crystal has that dragon's soul and all power. Removing the Soul Crystal from a dragon, which is quite hard to say the least, does not kill the dragon however it will drain all of it's power. The dragon will be powerless and it can be slain by anyone at that point.

    There is also another meaning to Soul Crystals. They maintain the barrier between the Netherworld and Amn. They serve to prevent dead souls from returning to the realm of Amn. The barrier is strong but it has it's faults, there have been times when a dead soul has entered Amn. These dead souls are called Lurkers but thankfully they are a rare sight. Lurkers look nothing like they used to when they were alive, they are covered in black liquid and their eyes shine bright yellow from under the liquid. They are hostile towards everyone, that much is sure about them. The rest is all just speculation.

    Where is the barrier located then? In the Chasm of Terra. The place where the human warrior Terra rip the world apart.

    Intro Part VII – The Elder Council

    The Elder Council consists of three appointed elders from said races. The dwarven elder is known as Garmilio. He was chosen as the elder for he was the wisest of the dwarves which mostly lacked intellect. He is not a genious, rather a down-to-earth fellow who strives for a cause. Garmilio is one of those who have lived from the very beginning of times, accumulating a total of 500 years.

    The elder of the beastkin is Ka'Tar. She is the youngest of the elders, 105 years, but shows remarkable promise for the beastkin who have always been considered nothing more than brutes. She has quick wits which have saved the world of Amn from trouble more than once. This is the single reason why she was picked as an elder into the council. The rest of the beastkin couldn't care less for her however, she is not that respected there (intellect < physical strength). They did not vote Ka'Tar to become an elder, the Elder Council handpicked her.

    The third elder is the elven spokesman, Kinos Alte. He has a strong influence over what happens in Nayru or any elf inhabitated place. He is well-respected among his kin, thus he was a ”natural” choice as an elder. His influence surpassesses all except the high priestess of the elves, however Kinos is known to manipulate others into working the way he wants them. This manipulation is also known as.. politics. Kinos is a revolutionary who wants to make a change. He is known of taking a ”case” and finishing it within the very same day. Kinos also serves as the voice of the Elder Council, making him a sort of leader among the three. He is truly an individual who has a lot of power dancing around his finger tips.

    Intro Part VIII – The Elements

    There are four elements in the world of Amn: Fire, Wind, Water and Earth. As earlier mentioned, for each element there exists a dragon (the exception being Xarxes). Here are the basic features of these elements. Note that this is only the first step of creating your unique magic art which your character can use.

    Everyone knows fire, it burns down everything in it's path but also gives a chance for new life to be born. Fire is usually the first spell everyone learns. It is used the same way everywhere, even in Amn. Fireballs? A classic. Infernoes? Naturally. However furthering your skills with an element is very beneficial because it unlocks whole new advanced states to that said element. There are three advanced states for every element, and the nature of these advanced states is this: beneficial, destructive and the forbidden one which endangers the user itself: sacrificial.
    The difficulty of obtaining these advanced states rises the more powerful the state is (beneficial = easy, destructive = hard, sacrificial = next to impossible).

    Beneficial fire – Resurrection & Warmth.
    This should be self-explanatory, you can revive something that is dead. There is one rule though, the one who is being resurrected can not be more than one day ”old”. The warmth means keeping yourself and everyone around you warm even in a blizzard.

    Destructive fire – Blue flame and Lava.
    By truly understanding the fire element, you can upgrade it's power by turning the regular red flame into a blue one. Blue fire is essential against Tainted and the Lurkers (notorius beings in the Netherworld). Using molten lava is time consuming and hard, however if you succeed you can obliterate almost anything.

    Sacrificial fire – Sol Magic.
    By obtaining Sol, you can use the intense heat contained in a star. This heat can burn through solid rock. You could say that it is an even more powerful version of the regular red flame. Sol also works as a light source for whenever you cast it, everything in a certain radius is blinded by it. However using Sol Magic is strictly forbidden for it is far too powerful to be wielded by anyone. Also, the fact that Sol Magic drains your life whenever you use it makes it a forbidden state.

    Fire summon – Lava serpent.
    By combining the earth and fire element, you can summon an enormous serpent covered in molten lava. It's power is beyond belief, and anyone who has witnessed it has not returned to tell a story about it.

    !! Note that the lava serpent is only one of many combinations of summons!! Feel free to make your own combinations and summons ^^ !!

    Waters of life, the single thing that can sustain life on it's own. Water is by far one of the most sought elements in Amn. Why is that then? Well, for starters one can heal any wounds with it. It also possesses a devastating advanced state: Ice. You can't possibly survive in the wilderness alone if you don't have the water element.

    Beneficial water – Healing.
    I don't think much explanation is needed here. By using the healing attribute of water, you can heal any kind of wond. Even bone fractures can be healed, however if the bone is broken in two there's little to be done by healing alone.

    Destructive water – Ice.
    The piercing ice. With ice one can do many things. With the ability to turn liquid water into ice you also receive the ”cold touch” ability. With it you can freeze anything you grab or just touch. Ice itself can be used in many different ways. Whether you mold it into sharp ”missiles” or create a pillar to crush your enemies, ice is deadly in any way.

    Sacrificial water – Water shield.
    By no means does this mean a shield of water appears before you. This means your whole body becomes.. water. You can not be hit by normal means because the strike will only hit water. It's the best kind of defense against physical attacks and it does protect from magical attacks too. Using water shield has serious side effects. Every time someone uses it, a piece of their mind is consumed. Whether it is little or lot depends on how long the shield was used. Eventually you will turn insane no matter how little you use it, so it is best to be avoided. However it can be the thing that saves you in a tight spot.

    Water summon - Ice phoenix
    By combining first ice and then the fire element, you can summon the ice equivalent of a regular fire phoenix (and vice versa). Of course in order to succeed in this, the two elements must not ”destroy” one another.

    Earth element is mostly known by it's strength. Most of the hunters choose earth element because of it's qualities. Earth is not simply just a boulder which you throw at an enemy. There is a lot of variety in the earth element, however how far that variety goes depends on the user.

    Beneficial earth – Alchemy.
    The ideal method of repairing something or creating something completely new. Alchemy is used by the builders who construct all the houses. It can be used in all manner of things, thus making life a lot easier. There is however a rule to be obeyed when using alchemy: Nothing is free, you must always offer something in return.

    Destructive earth – Nature.
    Nature covers it all, it is a small word which expands to unimaginable lengths. All the powerful earth spells such as creating earthquakes, stone pillars or boulders are enlisted in the nature state. Nature also has the ”animal companion” in it which allows the user to call forth animals to assist him or her.

    Sacrificial earth – Transformation.
    You wish to turn into a werewolf? With this forbidden advanced state, you can! Anything you could ever imagine can be obtained by using the transformation state. Of course, you can't turn into a giant sea serpent. The transformation is limited to your own height. Each time you use the transformation, a part of the real you becomes transformed (a fingernail, your whole torso etc.). It all depends how long you stay in the transformed state. It is possible to become a completely different being just by transforming yourself all the time into it.

    Earth summon – Colossus
    By combining earth, fire and wind (in that order), you can summon an enormous Colossus to wreak havoc on your enemies. The downside to this summoning spell is that you will turn into stone and remain in that state as long as the Colossus is alive. And yes, there are people who are still trapped into their petrified state. This means that the Colossi roam Amn just as anyone else. Their favorite spot is the Chasm of Terra.

    Wind is easily considered to be ”cool”. Flying in the sky, wielding a katana which creates whirlwinds.. it is safe to say that the wind element is cool. But the fact that it's cool does not mean it's more powerful than the other elements. Valham controls the winds of the world, each and every one of them (North, South, West and East). If your detemination is high enough, you may well be able to wield all the winds.

    Beneficial wind – Flying (East) & Dash (West).
    Quite self-explanatory, it basically means that by using the currents of the eastern winds you will be able to fly. Remember though that gravity does exist in Amn, don't stop flying high above the ground or there will be a painful experience afterwards.
    Dash is just as it's name suggests, by giving yourself a boost from a western wind, your character will be able to move with a very high speed for a short distance. Dash is excellent when escaping or making a surprise attack.

    Destructive wind – Whirlwind (South)
    By creating a whirlwind using the southern winds, you can either trap an opponent inside the whirlwind where he is vulnerable to pretty much anything. Or you can send the opponent flying in the air where he/she is also rather vulnerable. Whirlwind isn't actually dangerous on it's own, there must be something added into it in order to make it lethal.

    Sacrificial wind – Wind God (North).
    You won't become a god. I mentioned that because I don't want people to get the wrong idea. Your whole body becomes invisible, plus it can move as fast as the wind. Quite deadly, and yet there is a single disadvantage to this. The faster you go, the less you can observe your surroundings. Also, by letting yourself be fully taken by the winds, your stomach will not be able to handle it well. Whenever you turn back, there will be a violent twist in your stomach which forces you to puke. The more you use the state, the more violent the twist. In time, you will be able to withstand the change better however you won't feel least bit good no matter how accustomed you become.

    !! Note! Invisible, not invincible. Big difference ^^ !!

    Wind summon – Rennin
    By combining wind and earth element, you can summon Rennin to your side. Rennin is a 5 feet long blade which has a large but thin blade in it. The blade part has a goddess carved in it. This sword is a conscious being, it is like a real person. It will float around the summoner and attack whenever requested.

    !! Note! The summons can be different. Not all of them have to be animals or even living beings !!

    Obtaining the advanced states (EXP)
    Now then, how can you get these states? I will be using an EXP counter for that. How do you gain EXP? Every paragraph which has at least 4 rows equals 1 EXP. There is also a restriction here.. No more than two posts a day and also no more than 3 EXP can be achieved with a single post (total of 6 EXP a day). Writing a paragraph longer than 4 rows does not give any bonus EXP. Here are the amounts you need in order to gain the advanced state:

    Beneficial = 5 EXP
    Destructive = 20 EXP
    Sacrificial = 40 EXP
    The counter resets everytime you obtain an advanced state! Also, you have to learn them in order: First beneficial, then destructive and lastly sacrificial (equaling a total amount of 65 EXP). I know it's a long way to the sacrificial state, but it'll be worth it ^^.

    Keep track of your EXP! I won't be able to count down everyone's EXP amount so you have to do it yourself (No cheating thank you ^^). Once you've gained enough EXP, let me know and then you'll be free to come up with the way your character actually learns the state.

    The reason why I use something like EXP is quite simple. Everyone knows that the first time you use something, you're pretty bad at it. Well, with the EXP, you don't have to be bad at it ^^. Once you gain the advanced state, you're already handy with it because of the EXP. Of course you can always become better, but at least you won't start with nothing ( however in the beginning you actually do start with nothing ).

    Intro Part IX – Magic Arts
    This is the best part beyond a shadow of a doubt. Here you come in to the picture dear reader. I will provide a quick ”Do-it-yourself” course in how to make your own unique Magic Art. It won't take long and it'll be fun as hell! Now then, let's start.

    First! Pick a hobby! Hockey, baseball, music, cooking.. Any hobby, even collecting stamps! As long as you have the imagination to create the Magic Art for it, any hobby is possible! You can also combine hobbies!

    Second! Pick an element that suits your style and implement it into the hobby you picked!

    Third! Pick a sign! Design it yourself if you so wish. This sign will appear somewhere in your character's body when he/she uses Magic Art.

    Fourth! Get creative! Let me show you an example of a Magic Art.

    Bowling and fire element. Let's see.. first of all, balls of fire! And since bowling balls are solid and hard, it really hurts when it hits. Thanks to the fire, it doesn't matter even if it missed a little, the flames would still burn.
    Then if the ball would be molded into your hand, you could pound away anything AND set it on fire!
    What else? Perhaps create multiple balls of fire, make them surround you and then launch all of them in a flurry at your opponent.
    The sign? A triangle within three jointed circles. Inside the triangle is a picture of a flame.

    Remember, this is only one of the hundreds of different Magic Arts you can create. What if you infused wind element instead of fire with bowling? Think of the possibilities! I want you to create something that will blow my mind, since I probably already did that to you with this ”little” RP of mine ^^... (not to brag or anything of course).

    Also something important to remember! Combining the different advanced states of a certain element AND your Magic Art is highly recommended! There are so many possibilities that you just have to sit down and think about those options. That's how you respect the RP ^^.

    Important NPCs! (Those that aren't already introduced)

    Elven priestess, Minathiel Amar. Minathiel is one of the oldest, her birth taking place only 20 years after the world was born (thus she is 480 years old). Her curly blonde hair reaches down to the ground and spreads like the roots of a tree. She is loved by her people because of her kindness.
    During Valham's assault, Minathiel was killed by Andrim with the assistance of Reed.

    Queen Milra, the queen of merpeople living in the Qualus. She was mentioned but not much was told about her. The merpeople belong to the oldest of the races in Amn, second to only the Inuiks, and they take pride in it. Queen Milra is a symbol to the merpeople, she represents everything that the merpeople are capable of. Her flowing crimson hair and golden fin serve as proof of her royal heritage. Only those with golden fins are fit to rule, Queen Milra is the only one possessing golden fins to this day.

    Weiss Family
    Amelia, an elderly high elf who is kind-hearted and polite. She hasn't seen her son, Xan, nor her granddaughter, Fieyira (Fia), in years. She met Vita and Oren on a fateful Moon Day when she was supposed to finally reunite with her family.
    Fieyira Weiss is the daughter of Mien and Xan. She is a traveling merchant and longs to see her grandmother: Amelia. Fia is a high elf just like Amelia and was born on a Moon Day.
    Mien is a talented magician who can sew together the most intricate of clothing with special qualities. Her maiden name is Mien Luert (Ha!). Xan is an Auspice, guarding travelers on the open roads. He is a rather adventurous lad according to his mother. Nomads that they are, Xan and Mien met by coincidence near Qualus.

    A mysterious moon elf whose agenda is for now unknown. He assists Nilak, Falteer and Balthazar in their mission to collect all the soul crystals. Unlike the other moon elves, Reed has bright green eyes which suggests that he is no longer a complete moon elf.

    Yiazmat and Loki
    Yiazmat is the current shaman of the Inuiks. He is the highest possible authority for them right next to Xarxes himself. Kinos and Yiazmat share a very similar cold and calculative personality. Loki is Yiazmat's son and a prominent leader of the Inuik army. Loki is easily recognizable by the odd mixture of black and white feathers on his wings and head. Like all Inuiks, Loki has a strong sense of pride and he would rather die than lose his pride.
    At the moment Yiazmat is plotting with Loki in order to resurrect their banished god: Xarxes.

    !! Note! This list will be updated as new characters are added !!

    Intro Part X - Creatures of Amn
    !! Note: List will be updated as new creatures are introduced !!

    Jitais are huge yeti-like creatures which inhabit the cold Nihil Mountains. Due to their thick white fur, they can withstand the cold which is below freezing most of the year.
    They walk on two legs and have bare human-like feet with 5 toes, they also have a set of two arms with bare hands. Their fists can be the size of their own head which is twice the size of a normal elf's head. Only it's two 50 cm long fangs and yellow eyes can be seen from it's otherwise concealed face. Jitais usually avoid contact with people however it is known that they can be hostile.

    Draken are considered Tainted due to their malicious nature. They were once noble and exotic beasts which thrived on the edges of Qualus. Around 100 years ago they were driven near extintinction due to the loss of female companions within the race. No one up to this day knows why the females vanished from the ranks of the race.
    Even though somewhat intelligent, Draken do not possess the ability to speak or the ability to make logical decisions. They mostly rely on their instincts.

    Draken are humanoid creatures, some could say lesser dragons due to their appearance. They have a scaly skin and a set of wings, they stand on two feet and possess sharp claws.

    Xeloain are scaly beasts whose physique reminds one of a lion or a panther. They have sharp teeth and claws which they use to hunt prey. Some daring people, namely Falteer, actually managed to tame one for his own purposes. However his pet was left in one of the dungeon cells in Nayru once Falteer fled.

    Tambas are a new species in Amn. They are only around 100 years old, however the way they are born into Amn is unusual. They crawl their way out of the ground, as if they had been born out of dirt. Tambas are a mix of a pig and a bear. It bears two heads, a bear's and a pig's, the torso of a bear and legs of a pig.
    Tambas are not hostile unless you pass on their territory. They are very territorial creatures, so if you dare to set foot on their area, you'll be attacked with no remorse. They tend to hole up in caves scattered around the Nihil Mountains and Auburn forest.

    Margni is a colossal spirit in the form of a sea serpent. His scaly shell glistens like the tail of a mermaid, radiating with a silverish blue. Sharp fangs twisting amongst each other like icicles appear threatening with a sarcastic grin. Sapphire whiskers dangle from the edges of its mouth and around its intimidating nose, which has rings upon it of a dim, grayish blue hue. More rings are found on his prickly tail, which ends with sharp diamonds like feathers. His eyes are as faded in color as the rings on his body. Margni and Vita Vero are connected to each other, serving as both a mutual advantage and disadvantage.

    Sverts are large, human-sized beasts covered in animal fur. They hunch their backs as they prey on their victims and also because their spine is bent. Sverts use their long arms effectively, thus their preys rarely have the chance to flee from a Svert's grasp. At the end of their arms, Sverts have paws like that of a lion's. The paws house so much power that they could rip a man apart. However the very best feature to recognize a Svert from is their head for it is just like an anteater's head. Even though Svert's paws are powerful, the real threat lies in its tongue. If the tongue latches on to a prey, it will suck all the blood the prey has, thus killing it in seconds.
    Thankfully Sverts are night creatures and not hostile towards the denizens of Amn, they tend hunt vermins and the like in the sewers (with Nayru as an exception for the city has no sewage system). There is something you must know about a Svert though: Never expose it to light. Since Sverts are so used to darkness, even the slightest source of light will hurt their eyes. This causes the Svert to go completely berserk and attack anything in sight.

    Some say Numens are spirits, others just mark them as wild animals. Numen is a translucent worm, the length of a hand. They travel from river to river, almost undisturbed by barriers, as they are capable to move through both water and earth. Numens are also known as Light Chasers for their unusual habit of following the sunlight where they go, although it was also known that they never manage to swim directly under sunlight either. Whenever there is a gathering of Numens in water, you can see a clear glimmer coming from that spot. The glimmer comes from their silver blood which is visible through their flesh, circulating in organized layout through their body.
    The glimmer is more than enticing, it lures you to just keep watching however prolonged gazing causes a hole to be burnt in the back of your eye. This is something the children who witness Numens don't always remember.

    Intro Part XI - Those without Names

    In Amn exist beings who have discarded their given names. Their appearance might be that of any race in Amn, however they certainly aren't who they look like anymore. A nameless dwarf is not a dwarf, but only what he or she is ”named”. They all have have strict laws about their ”names”. You don't have to be born nameless in order to become one, however you must commit your whole self into the process in doing so.
    Nameless are found everywhere in Amn, they do not have a single place where they gather since they have nothing to do with each other. Every nameless is an independant individual, they share in common only two things: a mark on their forehead and a pact with magic.

    Perhaps one of the most frequent seen nameless is the Gullible One. He sails between Auburn, Onomu and Monark with no goal in mind. Nameless' most important law is to stay true to their ”name”. It is a pact made by magic which forces the nameless to stay true to their name. Thus, Gullible One is easy to fool since he believes anything you say to him. If someone was evil enough, they could convince him to take a swim in the lava river because it would give him a nice tan.

    There are hundreds of nameless ones in Amn, each bearing a different name and entity. The only ways to recognize a nameless is either through their behaviour or the mark on their forehead. The mark is an oval with a single star inside it. As you might've already realized, a nameless one's name is an adjective + ”One” after it like for example: Joyous One or Wise One. Not much is known about their history or purpose however it is known that the first nameless was, coincidentally, called Nameless One. His reasons for abandoning his name are unknown but it is speculated that he wanted to erase his past by doing so. Perhaps something terrible had happened and he just wanted to forget it?

    He first made his appearance about 50 years ago and since then he taught his ”ways” to others who wished to learn. Now it has been almost 30 years since anyone has seen him so there are rumors that he has passed on to the Netherworld. Whatever his purpose was, he certainly left his mark on Amn before passing on.

    Intro Part XII - Rules
    Well well, we've reached the end of this long journey ^^. Now you can rejoice for you are nearly done! Only the rules and misc. remain ^^. No point dragging this on.. let's continue.
    The same rules apply as always. Cursing is allowed to a certain extent, but it would be appreciated if you didn't curse. Then of course the post length. Well, that is for you to decide ^^. I have explained the EXP system, if you wish to make your character stronger you just have to write a bit longer posts. It all comes down to the RPer in the end ^^.

    What else? Hmm.. questions of course! If there is anything that you don't understand, just ask ^^. I'll be happy to answer your questions! Or perhaps you wanted something to be added? Just ask and I'll see to it ^^. Oh, and remember that you can have only one main character. Create as many NPCs as you see fit ^^.

    Also there is something which you have to go through before being accepted. The character sheet is not in this post, I will send it to you via PM (Just ask!). Why exactly I do it like this? Because there will be a total of 3 questions which you have to answer. They are all related to this RP and the answers can be found from that humongous pile of text above ^^. Fear not, I won't be asking anything too difficult, just to make sure that you remember some things.

    I certainly hope that this is ok with the moderators ^^ (the character sheet not being in this post).

    Before I forget, elves are in a high role in this RP. Most of the happenings revolve around the elves. That's why they are so well described. I know I'm neglecting the other races, but fear not because there is a solution to that. This RP is only the first part of the lore of Amn ^^. After the story is over, I'll be moving to ”Tales of Amn II” where most likely the dwarves will be the ”main” species. Shocked you out of your wits yet? I hope not ^^.

    Oh, and as always, there's no rush ^^.

    I'll be a tad inactive for the weekend so don't feel left out if I haven't replied to your PMs ^^.


    \Character sheet\

    Full Name: Kinrai Alte
    Age: 46
    Gender: Male
    Race: High Elf
    Element: Fire
    Weapon(s): Roulette blades
    Kinrai doesn't have a single weapon, he has thirteen of them. More of them will be explained in the Magic Art section. All the blades look normal at first glance however if looked closer, each of them is different and possess a different attribute. Each blade has a golden ring hanging from the edge of the handle and every blade has a jewel set into it.

    Fairy: Issat – green


    (( OOC: Credit goes to Gabeszntx from deviantART ))

    Kinrai has a blonde hair and sharp green eyes. He keeps his wild locks restrained by a band which covers his forehead. A set of bracelets decorate Kinrai's arms, they are both made out of silver. As for a shirt, he wears a green cotton shirt and a piece of ripped cloth together by a belt. His pants are tan colored and bear marks of much use. His shoes are made of leather and also indicate much use.

    Magic Art: Roulette of fire
    Roulette of fire was constructed by combining ******** and the fire element. It summons thirteen different blades which rotate around the user with a fast speed. Once they've gained enough speed, one of the blades lits up. The lit up blade will soon turn back to normal and the blade next to it lits up. This will go on until a blade which doesn't turn back normal is found. Note: This is completely random but through practice one will be able to slightly influence the outcome.

    The blade which keeps itself lit is the blade which has been chosen from the roulette. It will form itself into the user's hand, ready to be used at any given time. Once the user is experienced with this Magic Art, they can call up to two blades from the roulette. Now then, here are the all the blades which are in the Roulette of fire.
    Note: The blades look just like the ones in the picture above unless said otherwise.

    The Magic Art's sign is Kinrai's hair. It turns pure silver whenever he uses the Magic Art.

    Weapon attributes:
    #1 Unshakable Faith: This blade feeds itself with fire and enguls itself wholly in it. Can be enhanced with the blue fire.
    #2 Fires of Honesty: This weapon is not a blade, it's a bow made of fire. The arrows it shoots are coated in fire.
    #3 Bushido's Pride: This blade is a long katana which sets itself temporarily in fire and then unleashes a shockwave of fire. Can be enhanced with the blue fire.

    #4 Courage: The blade itself has little to do with fire, instead the one who holds it receives a surge of courage through himself/herself. Their eyes start ”burning” and they become fearless. It's said that the blade shines if the owner is a rightful one.

    #5 Chivalry: It's blade is large and heavy. It resembles that of a shield and in fact, it can create a shield made of fire.

    #6 Mercy: Can lay a dead soul(Lurker) to rest by purifying it with fire. The fire is not normal, it has a special ethereal fire mixed into it. The sword itself is in the shape of a rapier which is coated in a green fire (ethereal fire).
    Using ethereal fire is only possible after fully mastering the fire element.

    #7 Justice: A blade which has a set of wings in it's handle. It glows with a bright orange color whenever used. The blade also creates a set of fire wings in the back of the user, enabling them to fly for a short period of time.

    #8 Diligence: This blade has a conciousness of it's own and it will take over the user's body if they become unconscious. The user is in no control, the blade does everything at that point. Thus, the user's personality changes completely whenever the blade is in control. The effect will last until the user regains consciousness.
    The blade splits into two and becomes a pair of wrist blades(coated in fire) when the blade takes over.

    #9 Hope: Unknown.
    Even though the outcome of the roulette is random, it has never chosen the 9th blade, Hope.

    #10 Wrath: Wrath is filled with insatiable rage which is clearly visible just by looking at the blade. The blade part is thoroughly black and arches into different directions in order to cause maximum bleeding. It is often coated in ominous black fire. Just like Diligence, Wrath also has a consciousness of it's own. It is the same in every way to Diligence, however the user is consumed by rage. They can only see their opponent, nothing else.
    Black fire is only possible to achieve if the user has mastered two elements.

    #11 Envy: Envy is a double-edged blade where both blades have been split into two, creating a total of 4 blades in a single weapon. Envy's speciality lies in it's capability to produce arrows. In addition to being a blade, Envy can also be used as a bow. The string is a thin line of fire and the arrows it produces are black fire arrows.
    Black fire arrows are only possible to achieve if the user has mastered two elements.

    #12 Lust: Lust is a short katana with a black hilt. It is able to produce a ring of black fire which entraps the opponent rendering them immobile and open for attacks. It is a blade which skilled assassins would love to use.
    Black fire is only possible to achieve if the user has mastered two elements.

    #13 Mortal Sin: Unknown.
    Even though the outcome of the roulette is random, it has never chosen the 13th blade, Mortal Sin.

    Kinrai Alte was born into a both, loving and uncaring home. He was born only a few years after Terra's and Nilak's final fight. His father is Kinos Alte, an Elder Council member, and his mother is Liana Alte, a personal advisor of Minathiel Amar. While Liana offered love towards Kinrai, Kinos offered a cold stare. Kinos was not fit to become a father, it can only be presumed that Kinos wanted a rightful ”heir” for himself. After witnessing the first 5 years of Kinrai's life, Kinos returned to Monark. He had no more ”business” to attend to in Nayru, Kinrai was in capable hands after all.

    This was more than a mistake from Kinos. Kinrai started hating his father more than anything for just leaving him and Liana behind. This hate is still a part of Kinrai's personality, and it will most likely never go away. Kinrai demanded an answer from his father, but Kinos refused to make any contact to his family. It was as if he didn't even acknowledge he had a family. Sadly, this was not the first time it had happened. This same kind of situation occurred several years before Kinrai's birth. Another son of Kinos's, Valtier, was also left without a father. No one with even half a heart could understand what Kinos was trying to achieve by leaving his children on their own with their mother.

    Kinrai's life was spent quite normally even though he had no father. His mother, Liana, took good care of Kinrai and raised him well. Even though Kinrai was filled with hatred, he still refused to submit to his anger. Instead, he wanted to show Kinos that one day he would surpass his father. This thought led him to training with the arts of magic for Kinos was known of his knowledge in magic. In his younger days, Kinos had showed the world how miraculous magic can be. He was one of the first who developed a Magic Art for himself.

    Through a twist of fate, Kinrai ended up as Nilak's apprentice. Nilak was loved by the people and he wanted to pass on his legend. He already had two apprentices, Balthazar and Falteer, before he took Kinrai under his wing. Kinrai never met his two ”brothers” as they called each other at times, but he knew about both of them. Kinrai trained 20 years and is actually still training with Nilak.
    Nilak taught Kinrai his Magic Art, Roulette of fire, however his blades end in number 7. It appeared that Kinrai had much more talent with Roulette of fire than his teacher, however Kinrai was still a complete novice with it.

    Up to this day, Kinrai is still quite a novice with his Magic Art. He lacks the destructive state of fire element but is somewhat able to summon the different blades now. They lack the fire attribute but at least he has the blades now. Suffice to say he has much to learn. Little will he know what fate has in store for him.
    It is unknown why Nilak chose to taught his own Magic Art to Kinrai but it would seem it had something to do with the connection between them.

    Additional info: Most of the people in Nayru know Kinrai and his mother because of Kinos. Kinrai has had his share of problems because of that too.
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    Hello Takesh, thanks for the space in your RP! been working on this all day! Oh I'm so excited I just had to return the favor of posting my CS first as well! ^^ If theres anything you feel uncomfortable with, please just tell me! ^^

    Oh, and expect lengthy reading here also ^^.

    Character Sheet:

    Full Name: Falteer 'Lun' Kuriki.
    (Lun is the nurturing name given to Falteer as a baby by his mother.)
    (Kuriki - Ku - Ree - Key.)

    Age: 112 (Human years – 21.)

    Gender: Male.

    Race: Dark Elf.


    Mourning Strike:
    This is Falteer's more...conventional weapon...Mourning strike is a beautifully hand crafted bow passed down from his father, to him. On it, are intricate designs woven throughout and around the entirety of the wooden arc. The designs, themselves, interpret into a woven tapestry of Falteer's family history, intricate designs which are, by birthright, passed down to Falteer, for him to add his mark to the family tapestry.

    The bow itself is imbued with the powers of his predecessors amazing and individual abilities. This bow, is as much as Falteer as his own soul. Without it, he himself does not feel the will to move on. It is like a mothers warm and loving embrace, there to catch him when he falls and there to guide him when he is led astray.

    Now, earlier I mentioned that the powers of his predecessors were imbued within this instrument. By this, I meant that Falteer has, from generation to generation, been passed down the knowledge to know how to hunt and kill effectively, adapting each of his predecessors abilities to make him that more effective in combat. He does not even have to use the weapon to have access to their abilities, just as long as it is with him. Always.

    However, an incident occurred – will be eventually revealed - which disallowed Falteer from accessing his predecessors abilities, but it has been noted that whilst on his ongoing travels, each memory of his past is returned, and one of the intricate designs of the bow are returned. The bow itself, is plain...just like an ordinary bow. What I mean by all this is that THIS is my character's EXP system. Each time my character gain access to a new ability, knowledge is restored to my character (in the role plays case the magic spells of beneficial, devestation, and sacrificial.) And with each...level up...a design is restored to the bow, and the bow itselfs transforms into the legendary weapon it once was, and with the restoration of an ability...a memory of Falteer's past is revealed...

    Falteer's Melee weapon. Aegis is a curved dagger like short sword with a tipped hook at the end of the blade. Again, this blade was passed down from him, but this time by his mother. His father came from a long line of elven rangers, since the formation of Amn, and his mother, came from a long line of hunters from the beginning of Amn. The sword itself also is plain at first sight, lacking no unique attributes at all, apart from it curvature and hooked edge.

    Alas, this sword eventually physically changes during the travels in which Falteer undertakes, the outcome of which it looks like will be completely different than how it had started. Along with this magical blade also comes the history of which was handed from generation to generation which Falteer will eventually learn of in the the process of his travels, it will also become more intricately designed as like his bow.

    The idea in which I felt I could make this work is when Falteer unlocks a new ability of his magical trait he will both gain his new power (beneficial, destructive, sacrificial), his weapon will become intricately designed (both his sword and bow) and a shard of his history will be unlocked – instantly recalled within his memory. This basically makes up Falteer's level up package. I'm sure everybody will have their own powerful and mythical weapons already but mine will eventually meet that standard over the course of the role play, to kind of balance it out a bit.

    Fairy: Arwen
    Colour – Silver.

    Element: Water.


    -Props to keelerleah for creating the picture that perfectly describes my character's troubled and emotional turmoil!

    Falteer's Attire:

    Magic Art: (How I created this? My hobby – RP'ing My 10 sparks of lightning digits represent the speed in which I type when I get a wonderful idea on what to write in my head. Element...Lightning for my personality. I am spontaneous, full of life, and not just a one-hit wonder, I leave a lasting impression on the people that I meet .)

    Thunders Wake:
    Falteer's magic art. A unique one at that. Falteer is able to create sparks of lightning between his fingertips and can use these sparks to cast powerful lightning based attacks against his opponents. There are ten sparks of lightning that Falteer can create, one for each digit of his fingers. These sparks can be combined for amazingly powerful spells, or shot instantly into quick multiple discharges to jolt the enemies body.

    His electrical charges are created just like that of a real thunderstorm. His thumbs are the generators which hold the magical power which he collects. The left being the thumb which creates positive electrical charges, whilst the right makes negative electrical charges, and when combined with ice creates the magical power which only Falteer can possess.

    Once the sparks of lightning begin to race through Falteer's fingertips his hands begin to click together in a fast motion. Each individual digit on his hand has to flick off of his thumb before he is able to create the spell. Okay, to make this more clearer to those who do not understand I am going to perform a little demonstration, which you, at home can take part in as well . Don't worry, its nothing harmful!, and its mildly amusing if you are bemused quite easily! Okay make the letter “O” using only your index finger and your thumb, it doesn't matter about which hand, it can even be both!

    Once you have got that make sure the back of your hand (not your palm) is facing the ground so you can clearly see into your palm. Now, the final step. Quickly flick your finger off of your thumb, now proceed to this with each other digits of your fingers. That is how Falteer casts his lightning spells . Now, how to cast the final two sparks off of his thumbs? Good question, and with that, I shall politely answer.

    The thumbs are the most dominant spark holders within Odhran for the reason being the thumb is the generator in which the electrical sparks are created. Now then. Two generators, when they go on the Fritz what happens? That's right! They short circuit and induce a MASSIVE electrical shock...see where I'm going with this?.

    Now then, one more demonstration for Falteer to create this massive electrical discharge he has to do the following, and you may partake in this again as well ^^. Okay. Falteer puts his hands out in front of him, so that his palms are facing away from him. He then joins his thumbs together until they point downwards? Got that so far? Good stuff! Now, join your two index fingers together so you are creating an arc. See that ring that you have just created? That is Falteer's crosshairs. Now, to quickly cast his powerful spell (you may have to stand up for this) Falteer quickly brings the crosshairs to his waist (as if he just loaded a bullet into the chamber) he then quickly and forcefully throws his crosshairs back into position, and the result? Crispy bacon.

    The symbol which represents Falteer's magic arts is a design that rests on his left cheek. A thin sharp line protrudes from his left lower eye lid. It breaks off to the left sharply once it reaches his cheek bone and then continues down to his jaw bone, getting thinner and sharper along the way. The symbol in fact, represents a lightning bolt, and each time Falteer uses his magic art, the symbol glows a teal colour, as if you can see the magic coursing through Falteer's veins.

    Falteer. The most polite young gentleman you could ever encounter in your life. His voice is pure and dreamy, and his words are vivid and romantic. Everything Falteer sees, he sees blooming with romance. He has a vivid and extravagant imagination and can resemble the romantic mind of a poets, seeing the world in a completely different view when compared to others.

    Falteer you see is pure of soul, like a dove. If he could be an animal he would be a dove, the most purest and untainted creature in the world. But what happens when taint finally reaches the dove? You find a broken old fool drowning in his empty shell of a being. A particular event left Falteer this way, and since then, he has not been able to see the romanticism in the world anymore, all he sees is the hatred and the anger. Feelings which he knows all too well.

    Innocence...taken from him at an early age, now left as a mature but hollow being. Wishing for it to be over. Sooner or later. Eventually, all things come to an end. Or maybe, just maybe, Falteer will open a new chapter in his life, and regain the pure soul that he once held. Revelations the tale of Falteer Kuriki.

    Rogue. Traitor. Troublemaker. Killer. Words. Words branded on a dark elf by the name of Falteer Kuriki. Alas, every body has a reason for dwelling in the darkness, what of Falteer's? For that, we would have to travel back 90 years in his past. The night that his innocence was taken from him..


    ~Breathe sweet Lun...

    I saw the birch wood trees breaking into distance as I crossed over the meadow fields.

    Behind them,

    a cottage vivid with scents of morning-baked fresh out of the stove apple pie.

    The one memory that I grasp onto for my dear life.

    The only memory that I can remember, and remember like it was just today. Returning home from the city had always been an eventful skirmish. Trekking from field to field, climbing unmaintained fences and dashing across cobblestone paths. Little did I know however of the horrors that awaited me as I jumped into my home with a childish and innocent grin painted across my dimpled cheeks.

    It was 4 hours and 35 minutes into the afternoon by the time I arrived home. The red cottage half door, one half already open invited me in to sink my teeth into mothers latest baked sweets. Opening the bottom half of the door, with an uninviting creak I stood inside. It was cold. I remember the coldness most vividly because by then, I already knew what had happened. Interment beads of sweat slowly dripped from my forehead down past my cheeks, soon joining with the tears that trickled down to my chin.

    She was dead.

    Murdered. Butchered. Tortured.

    They called themselves “The Ravagers”. They were still there.

    With my father.

    Then a piercing scream. After that, my head refuses to recall what happened next. Almost as if, it doesn't want me to know...It is the only memory I cling onto for dear life.

    Because, without it, I am nothing but an empty shell. I will recover my memories. I will find my father. I will find her murderers. And I will have my revenge.

    --History reflects on the romantic personality of Falteer, before it finally being washed away in one final closure. Not even one goodbye...

    After this, events spiralled out of control in Falteer's life, and eventually he turned to creating his own clan. A clan of which would take revenge on the “Ravagers”. A clan made up of four sturdy warriors, and a not so innocent leader – Odhran.

    It wasn't long before he was eventually captured and detained by the High Elves.

    “Fight or Die” they said.

    He chose to fight. They agreed to release his disciples, so long as he surrendered himself, and became a gladiator of the Colosseum. A general spectacle for the audience to boo over. A person they would see die, before lasting another second on the world of Amn.

    Oh but they underestimated Falteer. They underestimated him indeed. In lethal combat, Falteer proved to have nobody to match up to his combatant skills, and it wasn't long before he was hailed as a champion of the Colosseum. Its funny how circumstances change. One minute you are threatened with misfortune and death. The next, you are cheered and worshipped, just like a true champion...but still a prisoner.

    A lonely broken prisoner.

    With only one reason to live.


    Additional Information: Falteer is one of Nilak's apprentices, making him a force to be reckoned with, a very very powerful dark elf who should not be underestimated.

    Falteer starts with both beneficial and destructive properties of water.
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    Character sheet!!

    Full Name: Balthazar Nathilius
    Age: 102 (somewhere in his 30s in human years)
    Gender: Male
    Race: Dark elf
    Weapon(s): Two long katanas with a red hilt.
    Fairy: Aria. Color: Midnight blue. State: Deceased
    Element: Earth

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    Magic Art: Rocka Bong
    Rocka Bong is the combination of playing bongos (a drum like instrument) and the earth element. What it does is that Balthazar will summon a set of bongos, the bigger the set the more powerful the Magic Art is. Once he starts banging the bongos, the soundwaves they send awaken the earth. With this he can lay the most deadly traps to his foes.

    Let's take an example (since everyone seems to be doing it lately) that Balthazar has three bongos in front of him and a field with nothing peculiar about it. His foes arrive to the field and that's when Balthazar starts banging the bongos. The ground will shatter and a deep pit is formed right under the foes feet. In the bottom of the pit is a cluster of long spikes formed out of the rock solid earth. All the foes fall into their deaths with the bongos ringing in their ears. Deadly, don't you think?

    The Rocka Bong symbol which appears on his right shoulder is the omega symbol upwards. It starts glowing with a dark red color whenever Balthazar uses Rocka Bong.

    Balthazar was born into the heart of the elven country, Nayru. He was born into a family with three siblings, all of which were younger than him. Because of his ”tainted” bloodline, Balthazar's life wasn't without flaws. He never had any real friends because no one really dared to say anything to him because he was scary. A silent giant with two intimidating katanas wasn't exactly the friendlist outlook. Because of this, Balthazar found his way into the colosseum.

    He was fighting for.. the sake of fighting. He had no real reason to fight, there was just nothing else for him. During his years in the colosseum, Balthazar met Nilak, a dark elf just like him. Balthazar became Nilak's apprentice after losing to him in a fight. He somehow admired Nilak, he was the first one who actually spoke to Balthazar without looking like a scared rabbit. After years of training with Nilak, Balthazar had became something much more he had been before.

    Balthazar is one of the few who has confronted a Lurker, and killed it. It happened on a journey with Nilak before the incident of Chasm of Terra. A small village in the territory of Onomu was attacked by a small group of Lurkers. Nilak and Balthazar were the ones who rescued the village by slaying all of the Lurkers. This was Balthazar's first heroic deed, and it felt right to him. He wanted to continue doing this.. hero stuff. That way, people wouldn't be so afraid of him.

    After the incident of Chasm of Terra, something happened between Balthazar and Nilak. They acted the same way towards each other but something was clearly amiss. It was as if something had taken a hold of Nilak, and was not going to let go. Balthazar also met Nilak's other apprentices during this time period. He never got to know them well, but he would recognize them nevertheless.

    Nowadays Balthazar is living a silent life in Nayru. He hasn't stepped foot in the colosseum for some time nor has he done any heroic deeds. Some say he quit, but nothing has been proven.

    Additional info: During the Lurker fight in Onomu, Balthazar's fairy died which left some painful scars. Also nature seems to like Balthazar, birds and animals are not afraid of him. Balthazar is one of Nilak's apprentices.. thus he is stronger than your average elf.
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    Full Name: Kien Cephalon (kahy-en sef-uh-lon)
    Age: 223 (comparatively, 23 in human, 4 in dog, 3.7 in cat, 1 in avg. fish )
    Gender: Male
    Race: High Elf

    “Delusion’s Will”
    The nickname he gave to his Shu-Zhu, better known as Japa Mala. It consists of 108 beads, and was given to him 50 years ago by a Zen Master named Delusion during a very unfortunate event. It was then that his fascination of humans began, and after their “extinction”, he kept the beads close as a constant reminder of them.

    The beads have an attractive affinity to only 2 other beads in the group, allowing it to form a continuous chain whenever the groups are put into close proximity. The attractive force can be said to be magnetic, but the reason that the attraction only occur between specific individuals can only be labeled as mystical.

    The bead is made from a type of wood that is crystal clear. It absorbs moisture, energy, chemicals, as it travels from place to place like hungry little animals. As it does so, the bead slowly becomes cloudy, until it turns dark. The resources of the bead can be obtained by ingesting it. After which the individual will spit and loose some blood, and the bead will be recovered from the blood in its original clear form. The loss of blood is caused as the bead tries to purify a person’s inside, and the body will reject it as it attempts to do so.

    In order to not cause the side effect of loosing blood, the resources can be absorbed though prayer. This is a much more versatile method, because the supply can be used for other purposes, like medicine, and be mixed into different type of composition. However, only when one has reached a certain state of enlightenment, could this method be used, and Kien is certainly not at that level.

    It is better to simply think of the beads as a storage, rather than only food.

    However, the Japa Mala’s main purpose is to ease down an individual’s mind. The greater the stability of an individual’s mind, the greater the attraction between the beads, over time, thread will form between the beads, and they will no longer be able to separate, which has its pros and cons.

    “Dainty Overpriced White Gloves”
    A cloth gauntlet made of what was supposed to the manes of the Namea lion, sold to Kien’s father by a dwarf at an obvious unreasonable price. It was impossible for Kien to convince his father that no such thing as the Namea Lion existed, but his father was only too obsessed with myths to think intelligently and given away 80% of the family savings. However, the dwarf didn’t lie about the glove’s impervious durability. No matter if it is fire, acid, poison, edges of a blade, the glove stands on its own. So Kien’s father made it a duty to wear it whenever he can. Despite all that, on the day he decided to go out hunting with the Dark Elves and he was still accidentally shot in the heart by a friendly arrow and slid down to the cliffs below.

    When they finally found the body a few days later, the flesh was clear from the bones, preyed upon by the nearby beasts. What’s left was the pair of gloves, which was deemed a family heirloom was passed down to Kien. Even after years of use, it looked brand new.

    Aside from the impervious ability, what was the most distinctive property was its ability to reflect the mood of the environment. The extent of which depends on an individual’s own magical abilities.

    Fairy: Tianna, light green to white.
    Element: Water

    He is more built than the standard high elf because of his reliance on physical activity rather than magic. However, he still possessed the trademark bright eyes of the elves.

    Magic Art:
    "The Cartesius Game"
    Kien’s ability is to shift memories from an individual to himself using his ability with water. There are several rules which limit his abilities.

    1) He cannot extract information at the costs of nothing. For every piece of memory he takes, he need to give the other a memory of his own. Or else other consequences will occur. Detailed further down below.
    2) The memory that’s exchanged must correspond to each other. A semantic memory must be replaced with a semantic memory. A motor memory must be replaced by a motor memory. A sensory memory must be replaced by a sensory memory.
    3) Memories must be integrated in order for it to be remembered. For example, memories of horse riding can only be integrated if you other memories to connect to it, for example bull riding.
    4) He could choose what memory to extract, or give, but after the process, he’ll not remember the choice that he made, nor which memory is his.
    5) If he knows the memory of ability, he cannot perform it unless he has the physical ability to do so. So if he exchanged the memory from a lizard, which can scale walls with attractive pads on their feet. He cannot perform it, because he does not possess the pads.
    6) He cannot give memories which he did not integrate.
    7) He cannot give memories of his own, without taking another’s for exchange.
    8) Except for one time in his lifetime, all memory exchange must be initiated with close contact.
    9) Above rules also apply for memory destruction.

    The consequences are also stated in series of numbers, each number correspond with the rules above.
    1) Kien possess a watch, which measures the proportion of his memories in relation to “foreign memories”. If the foreign memories exceed the proportion of his own memories, he’ll no longer be “Kien”, and subsequently, loose his ability to perform the Cartesius game even though he would not realize the difference.
    2) He’ll forget the memory he’s extracted, and there’s a change that the other will know something’s wrong with their memory.
    3) He’ll forget the memory he’s extracted.
    4) Nothing, just a passive rule that will always apply.
    5) He’ll get injured, or look idiotic attempting it.
    6) Neither he nor the other will remember the memory.
    7) His mind will reach dissonance, and he’ll lose the ability to perform Cartesius game.
    8) A passive rule involved in the insteps required to do initiate the game.
    9) For all memory destruction, if the rule is disobeyed, both the user and the target will turn into a vegetative state.

    Steps in Cartesius game
    First of all, close contact must be made, be it a hand shake or hug, or a touch. Kien exchange small trace of water vapor. Think of this as obtaining a sample of an individual’s brain chemistry.

    Then depending on if the individual is dead or alive, the steps are different.

    If dead:
    1) The body must have sufficient water content, the brain cells must not have died.
    2) The system must be purified.
    3) Close contact must be made to a part of the body where there is water to carry to the brain. If water is scarce in the body, direct contact of the brain might be required.
    4) The memory can be transferred only once, after which, the brain of the dead shrivels and dries out.

    If alive:
    1) Kien will speak a keyword, which must be audible to the other individual, but does not need to be directed at the individual.
    2) The key phrase must be related to the subject matter at hand. And posed as a question. For example, if I want to exchange information regarding skydiving. I’ll ask, “How scary is it to fall from the sky?” Just to make sure again, this does not need to be asked to the individual specifically.
    3) Memory exchange is immediately carried out from then, and is terminated when the other individual (even if the question is not posed at them) replies, “I don’t know, but…” After that, they’ll speak a key phrase related to the memory you’ve given them. For example, if Kien took memories of skydiving in exchange with his memory of track and field, the other will reply during termination, “I don’t know, but I fell once while running.” The other person will not realize that they are speaking, in a trance rather.
    4) Memory exchange is complete, and Kien will not remember what specific information he’s extracted, but will recall it if ever was reminded of it. For example, after memory exchange, Kien will really believe he had gone to sky diving, and when asked, “How was skydiving”, he’ll recall it as if it’s his own memory. Although there are physical ways to help him keep track what memory is his.
    5) The process must be reinitiated to extract another memory.

    When the process is active, a Rorschach inkblot appears between his shoulder blade that reflect the transferred memory.

    Both his parents were scholars, and when they discovered that their son possessed photographic memory, it was pretty much set that he’ll need to venture into the same path as them. However, Kien hated to study, a part of him which was attributed to his father.

    His father, despite being an advocate of learning, became more of distraction for Kien’s study than aid. Often he took Kien out on business trips across the plain, which Kien was thankful for. This was where majority of his learning took place. However, what he was most thankful was the birth of his sister Dia Cephalon. This marked as a transition point in Kien’s life. Being a much more gifted learner than Kien, the job to carry out the family’s educational banner was placed on Dia instead.

    Now without the pressure of continuing study, he soon left the “proper” path and worked as a local detective. However, such a job was almost useless, because crime rates within Auburn are close to nil because everyone was satisfied with life; and only time where he’s needed was to track down a Tainted. However, he liked the easy going pace of the job, and the lack of responsibility.

    After his parent’s passing (his father had the exciting one, his mother had the peaceful one), Kien still kept at his lazy ways. His sister on the other hand rose to become one of the most prominent magicians and began teaching magic to others. Things remained for a long while, and Kien seemed to be destined to live a peaceful life, probably single as well (he wasn’t very dashing).

    Then on one night, when the Seven Moons aligned the sky, he was sent out for a job to hunt a Tainted located at the center of Amn. This was a few days before the historical battle in the coliseum. He hunted the Tainted down, and killed it under a bridge by piercing through its heart. That was when he met the saddened Zen Master Delusion. The two conversed for seven days, and Kien was convinced not to kill another being ever again. It was during this period that he obtained the Delusion’s Will and was taught the unique way of water, the Cartesius game, that will later define him.

    When he came back to Auburn, a series of unfortunate events unfolded. The Tainted he thought he killed through a stab to its heart lived because of Situs Inversus, and had travelled to Auburn when Kien was with Delusion. It killed 3 families before finally being subdued and disposed of. Safe to say, the higher ups were not pleased, and they questioned him, “Why did you not make certain the death of the Tainted? And why did you not return to Auburn immediately?”

    For the first, he had nothing to say. For the second, he explained his meeting with the human Zen Master. It was probably fate, punishing him for his sin of sloth, because just the day before, news of Terra’s act had reached Auburn, with Kien completely unaware of it. The mention of human, stirred negative emotions in the elves, and it was decided that Kien would be marked as a Tainted, an accomplice of murder, to be sent to the coliseum to be punished.

    It was then, Dia Cephalon stepped in, and on the condition that Kien be spared, banished her own magic, and destroyed her knee caps permanently, trapping herself to a wheel chair. The elves were not a violent race, and seeing their own kind suffer made them regret their decisions. They dismissed Kien’s case, and forgave him, hoping the matter would settle as a bad memory.

    Kien was never really close to Dia, as he often felt intimidated by her gifts. Neither of them saw each other often after childhood, much less talk. However, in that one moment, there was an intense surge of regret and shame swelling up within Kien, as he came to his realization about his responsibility.

    Kien could not forget what happened, nor could he hate anyone else because it was his own fault. The next day, he left Auburn with his sister to the city of Monark. He took only necessity with him, leaving behind his home, his friends, and two bloodied elf ears, severed from his own head. Ending his relations with the elves of Auburn forever.

    Additional info: He did not communicate with his fairy much after he left Auburn, and it is often left unattended. Thus it slowly fades into a color green to indicate the distance between their relationships. However, when Kien do talk to it, the color immediately changes to a bright white.
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    ((CS Approaching, Old Woman advised too back away [that means you Anglo] and not look....That is all))

    Full Name: Akito “Valtier” Alte (His nickname Valtier came from the Wind Dragon, because he is very well at Wind Art and his personality is very similar to his)
    Age: 128 (19 in appearance)
    Gender: Male
    Race: High Elf (Lives like a Dark Elf though, doesn’t like all the popularity, he isn’t shunned like the Dark elves, but lives like one)
    Weapon(s): A slim sleek green bow with a angel design and feather on the top and bottom which is called “Vatica” which has wind under it and is somewhere far up in the sky(Akito is a very skilled Archer as well), the arrows that come assorted with these are attached to the bow. The bow is able to shoot when Akito tells it too by wind, so it can shoot its arrows at a designated area without any wielder for a air barrage.
    Akito’s tie is interchangeable, when he wants to he can pull the red strap underneath the main part of the tie and it will unfold into two similar poison tipped purple edged katana’s, the left one has a red hilt and the right one has a blue hilt, left one being named “Crucifix” and right one being named “Vodruth”, that he can use for battle, but after the battle is done he can connect both of the hilts and it will turn back into a red tie. (This katana will do poison damage as well as regular dual wielding damage)

    Fairy: Jett, his cool, calm personality like Akito’s made him call him that making him as fast as a jet. Blue is his main color, a sign of his calm persona. Jett is usually flying somewhere, not paying attention to Akito, or in better words, not having the need to pay attention to him.

    Element: Wind

    Appearance: Akito usually has a white shirt and a red tie, he occasionally chews on something edible, to get the time over and has khaki color pants with sleek black shoes fit for business and is around 7'4 in height.

    Magic Art: Hmm…(the fun part)…hmmm(seems like an irritating part)….Idea!....Wind and Shaolin Kung fu with Parkour. (Parkour is the form of adrenaline running where your adrenaline is pumping and you can do almost anything, run over cars, jump down buildings and make it alive feeling no pain, and Shaolin Kung Fu is a sacred form of Kung Fu known to few and second to none, Akito knows all versions of this and is one of the few who does know this and can do it with a katana as well) The name of this Magic Art is Wishungfour (WInd SHaolin kUNG Fu parkOUR) Wishungfour (WISH-uhhnggg- ffferrr). Wishungfour is an art developed solely for calm peaceful men, mostly just Akito, it’s actually a very easy working system where he just has to do something (Kung Fu or Parkour) and wind will help him, by doing damage as well as helping him get faster and such. It has various attacks he Shaolin Kung Fu and Parkour with wind, just look at Shaolin attacks and more. Wishungfour Pwnz! The sign is a large green circle with various designs incorporated into it and usually comes out of his hands in a 15 cm diameter all around.

    History: Akito was born somewhat in an eccentric and small environment, well as you humans say prison. Akito Alte was born into this damned world we call home in a very poor family in prison, not exactly in a jail cell, but close enough. Akito Alte’s mother was a very young beautiful woman with the strength to protect herself and those dear to her in every way. Susanna was the name that graced a woman fit for it; Akito was born outside of a jail cell in a table where his mom and dad were soon killed off afterwards. Akito had no relatives as he thought now, a natural born elf graced with power was Akito. His mom, Susanna and his dad, Valtier both were strong parents but died in a raid through the cells. Akito had a very strange appearance as a baby, not crying nor laughing, it was just calm, cool for him, Akito was taken care of by a small woman about average height with a fear for him, but a love for his mother. The small woman’s name was Josemaria Santafell, a long name fit for a short woman. Akito was raised until 50 years where he was left to fend for himself, he soon found out that he was the Elder Council Elf head’s grandson. Akito soon was scorned by him, and he only knew of him and his uncle as his only living relatives. He found out that his relative the Council Head was corrupt and not exactly good. Akito slept in a tree or on a building, it was all the same to him, his life was only jumbles, not his body.

    Additional info: Akito is cool and calm, doesn’t like high people or acting like one even though he is pretty high up there. Akito chooses to not talk to people who are not part of his business, he is considered a "shined light dimmed" because he is very high and rich, but lives among the poor, even though he does have an extreme reputation in his area, he just doesn't like rich environments.
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    ((Well here it is. Thanks for all the answers on my questions Takesh It was very helpfull. I hope you like it.

    Lots of pictures are included, because I felt like it ))

    Full Name: Sirilia “Vice” Rhuimiel
    (Vice is practice or a habit considered immoral and is the name given Sirilia because she was banned. See below)
    (Rhuimiel is pronounced as Ru – i – mi – el)

    Age: 100 (that would be around 19/20 but Vice looks very young for her age)

    Gender: Female

    Race: Dark Elf



    First of all I encountered this idea on deviant art so it is not mine that I have to admit. Still I love the concept of it so I’m using it. Credits go to Antenox.

    The clue is this: An athal is a shuriken like weapon created from crystal that thus can be thrown to the enemy. But, and here is the fun part, when not used it can be closed and become very small (which is useful for when you travel and don’t have much room for things). Next to that is not dangerous at all when closed. It is a great ranging weapon for those who don’t have a bow at hand at still want to hunt. Vice likes them because of their strength and smallness and uses them when she doesn’t want to be seen and still needs a weapon.

    Tadtinc: (too big, credits to anastezia)
    Vice only uses one of those blades. The name of blade means Two Metal in Elfish, but also resembles the tinkling sound that the blade makes when it collides with another blade.

    Fairy: Nyx – Very Dark Red

    Element: Earth

    Actually you’ll never know how Vice looks. She is a master of deceiving, dressing up and pretending to be someone else. Her true looks are in fact this:
    (Also very big, credits to Leavan)
    Her skin is the midnight blue color that all the dark elves have, her hair short and soft white, her eyes bright red as usual.
    The only things she wears almost always are simple gloves that cover her fingers.
    Vice is short, only around 1,50 m, but she doesn’t mind at all. Actually her shortness comes in handy in many times that she has to sneak away.

    Magic Art:
    (This idea was born not because of me, but because of a friend of mine who found me all irritated and depressed on school since I lacked inspiration. We started at the beginning with my character and what I like, which is playing the piano (and of course writing and much more other things). Then she came up with this idea so credits go to her )

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    Vice’s powers are based on Alchemy and the structure of the world and are very useful for her because they require nimble-fingeredness which Vice possesses very much. On her fingertips Vice has a total of ten signs that stand for several elements from which nature is build as well the sign for earth itself located on her left hand palm (See below).
    By touching her fingertips with another finger the symbols will start to glow (so Vice has actually eleven marks instead of one which will glow when used). It is like touching the right keys on a piano to produce a melody. There are countless of orders in which the ten symbols can be combined. After she has chosen her symbols softly clapping her hands together will activate the earth sign and the magic. Vice can so use Alchemy in a very easy manner to create numerous things. She can turn her surroundings into something she wants or needs. This goes from her clothes, weapons, but also her hair for example, to letting the earth split or transform herself completely. There are two very important rules to this, but this being also the normal Alchemy rules:

    1. One cannot create something out of nothing,
    2. (And as follows out rule 1) When creating something one can only create things with the same mass as the original substance.

    When combined with the element fire Vice would be able (in the course of time) to create creatures that can “live” for a short amount of time thus she is able to create replicas of herself to distract the enemy. Since Alchemy can create the body and fire the soul. Still this is restricted for one cannot create or resurrect someone who has been dead for a long time.

    The symbols on Vice’s fingertips are the following. The one in the middle being Earth:
    Note: These are real alchemy symbols (or derived from them), but I’ll not be following their real meaning most of the time. That would be kinda hard…

    Born in Monark, the main city of Amn, Sirilia was raised in a family of her parents and two sisters (one older, one younger) that even though they were dark elves had some respect around them. Sirilia was therefore raised to have good manners and be a proper girl. Yet her personality was quite the opposite instead of that of her sisters. She wanted to run free through the city, she wanted to watch the sea, she wanted to travel through distant lands, but none of this was allowed. She had to stay inside, as her parents tried to life up to the high elves, and study. Even though she hated it she learned a lot from it and found it fascinating to read about the races.

    Still under the watching eyes of her parents Sirilia managed to slip outside every now and then and live the life she always wanted to live. She also found out that the world wasn’t exactly so as her books told her. The questions to what was good and wrong got a new perspective and Sirilia figured out that there was no such thing as pure good. Every creature had its own things it desired. She hated how people lied about such things and told others they were good and she decided for herself that she would not do this. She would live up to her desires. In mind you could say she might have become a Tainted though not through actual crimes.

    Of course eventually in the fiftieth year of her life (same year that Nilak fought Terra) her parents found out, but neither did Sirilia try to hide it. She was banned from the family and lost her name for another: Vice. Finally she could start the life that she wanted. So she started traveling the world she had always longed to see. Her dark skin didn’t help by getting good acquaintances, but then again she didn’t need them. Vice might be a stereotype dark elf, or the at least the stereotype that the other races in the world believe them to be. She loves fighting and doesn’t mind if blood is shed. Still this does not mean that she wants to kill everyone, but just that those who deserve to die in her eyes are allowed to be killed.

    Additional info: A thief is not a thief unless he or she is caught. Just think about that (Thanks Takesh )

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    "However," replied the universe,
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    ~*~Character sheet~*~

    Full Name: Vita (Vee-tah) Vero (Veh-roh)
    ("life in truth" - According to my translator...)
    Age: 48 - 25 in age (Born on the 4th month)
    (She was about 20 when she was born)
    Gender: Female
    Race: Moon Elf

    Appearance: A tundra of silvery strands drifted from the far left of her head and across the right side of her face. Her locks of celestial beauty obscured her right eye, concealing the mark of her Magic Art. A tattoo of Ura existed above her eye, followed by Satir around her eye and Pent below her eye. Her visible left eye shimmered with pearls of pure whiteness outlined by a thin strand of obsidian wonder. In the center was a bowing whirlwind as her pupil. Beneath her eyes was the faintest trace of blush, a touch of life to the pale glow of her blue skin. Overall, her eyes are wide with knowledge, and her lips were full, yet stern.

    Apart from her face, evidence of toned muscles could be seen throughout her body. Contrasting with her fit form was her whispy hair, which formed waves upon her back and the sides of her arms.She has the height and dignity of a High Elf, but her demeanor is neither rejecting nor taunting. Instead, her long, slender fingers reach out to all who willingly trusts her as she may in turn trust them, so long as their heart rings true. Upon her frame was a simple white dress held by a silverish purple ribbon. She did not wear shoes.

    Element: Fire

    Weapon(s): Vita has never even touched, let alone used any weapons crafted into existance, for she feels that such attachments would mock her own existance. Weapons are created from the materials that were born into Amn, merged into all kinds of weapons, and, as time passes, become diminished shells of their once radiant selves. Though eternal, only through the care and nurturing of those around them can weapons shine. For those reasons, Vita has avoided weapons, almost as a kind of phobia, but is more of a way of life then an irrational fear. Magic, on the other hand, provides a fleeting existance that reminds Vita of herself. It is a gathering of otherworldly elements that gives its form in the world of Amn, just like herself. Therefore, Vita has never ran away from the dangers of summoning, but has tried her hardest to learn all about it.

    Halo of Antics - Laughter. Expressions of joy. Wild movements of excitement. The festivities of Moon Day is reflected in golden flames, its warmth fueled by spirited streaks of red. Boundless as it may become, the serenity of calmness tames the golden flames, at which a halo is born. Bouncing upon the brilliant ring of unity are the emotions of youth, ready to explore the land of Amn. Be wary, for they know not of the dangers they invoke. A steadfast heart and a unnerved mind shall guide them towards the target, keeping all else safe. A feeble heart and a chaotic mind shall be the demise of whomever is in their way. Duration: 7 seconds.

    Magic Art: (Hobby - studying and gazing at the moon)

    Remnants of Infinity - Without a past to remember, a home to return to, and a future that may never be, all melts away in the Remnants of Infinity. It's an eternal dimension that may have some connection to the Abyss. The sky bears hues of red, blue, and gray blending together like an aurora. Directly beneath the untouchable sky exists a pond that neither flows or sinks, as if its surface is frosted over by glass. The space is both never-ending, yet fractured. After ventering in any direction for some time, a vast mirror zooms into view. When touched, ripples vibrate thoughout the mirror, but rejects access into the world beyond it. The strength of its presence is determined by size of the moon above Amn, which is the key to entering. Pent causes it to become extremely unstable, Ura causes it to be slightly unstable, Satir mostly stable. Only on a Moon Day may the whole dimension be explored, at which the three moons can be seen and the surface of the water flows.

    The significance of the Remnants of Infinity is simple: the heart and mind can only ring true, an aspect Vita holds dear. Beloved memories. Forsakened memories. A blissful heart. A sorrowful heart. No lie can be uttered here, shattering fragile hearts and encouraging hearts seeking purity. Such purity isn't brutal honesty, nor is it misleading goodness. It is acceptance of happiness, love, and kindness as well as fears, regrets, and sins. In other words, it reflects a person's true self. By keeping such purity close at hand, Vita may glimpse (when no moon is present) upon the secrets that slowly rip apart a person's heart and hold their hand in the midst of their struggle with themselves.

    No one knows for certain as to what elements contributed to the foundation for Remnants of Infinity. It is indeed a part of the Abyss, but it is hidden from the world of Amn, existing as a mirage that only those who know well of the moons may perceive. Vita speculates it is comprised of the "essance of moonlight". Fire is the light which unleashes a person's true nature. Water provides the scope into the past, present, and future. Ice offers the omniscient moment in time which connects Fire and Water. This is the assumption of what combines into the "essance of moonlight.

    History: When she awoke, the three moons were departing from one another. All around her was forest, from lofty trees to crouching bushes. A rough patch of dusty land marked where she had slept, her body scrunched together in a tight ball. Her birth had formed an enclosed eclipse, shoving the sea of grass a few feet away. Confused about her surroundings, she immediately scurried to her feet, her heart pounding vigorously. Tapping against the branches of a nearby tree, she launched higher into the air. That's when her eyes encountered the embers flickering like crimson stars into the night air. They had detached themselves from the massive flame beneath them, which engulfed wood with ease. The sounds of song and chatter came from those enjoying the festivities some distance from her, which she never partook on. Instead, she continued watching and listening, until the frolic of Moon Day lulled her to sleep.

    2nd Night: Awakening

    After witnessing the events of the Moon Day, Vita felt even more troubled and confused about who and what she was. She was born with enough knowledge to know that the moons -- Pent, Satir, and Ura -- were the forces that allowed her to live on Amn, but she didn't understand why she was so different from the other elves. All the other elves had a family -- a mother, a sister, a father, a brother. It didn't seem right that the same didn't exist for her, and as time passed, the more of an outsider Vita felt. Of course, Vita didn't know that the turmoil in her heart would beckon forth the mysterious and mocking cloud serpant, Margni.

    Margni knew that Vita's heart longed to love, yet her position as an outsider conflicted with her sense of longing. Instead of telling Vita that she was as much a part of Amn as any other living being, her decided to stir up the anarchy in Vita's heart even further. It wasn't clear if Margni simply wanted to trick Vita into giving him her life or that he just loves toying with the moon elf, but Margni passed on the opportunity to eat Vita that night.

    3rd Night - Truth

    After venturing into Nayru and observing the other elves from a closer perspective, Vita came across the Elven Library. She studied for as long as she was permitted, researching about the location she was trapped in as well as how to handle Margni. At that point, Vita knew that an unstable heart would only allow Margni to consume her, so she had to show her that she was the master. Of course, that meant that she also had to hide her anxiety at the same time. Thus, Vita decided on a name for herself before calling upon Margni.

    Margni was, of course, quite furious at Vita. He was the one who had all the power, yet Vita was trying to force him into a contract. Around the same time, Vita finally opened her heart to her fairy, Oren. It seemed that Oren was quite concern about Vita, but her detachment from the world also left Oren abandoned in the clearing she first appeared on. Once Vita formally apologized, however, Oren quickly forgave her. The reason for his quick recovery may be because Oren had moon elves for masters before. Although it may not be true, Oren most likely lost one of his masters before to Margni. Thus, Vita had to act as a mediator between him and Margni while finishing her contract with the latter.

    The contract gave Margni the right to eat Vita should she be near death, as to leave no physical trace of herself behind in Amn. Of course, Vita came to understand that she could form relationships during her time on Amn. Currently, Margni resides in Vita's ribbon, occassionally summoned with an icy chain binding him.

    Fairy: Oren isn't your typical fairy that merely glows a certain hue and follows their "master", as Oren mockingly calls everyone he is "assigned" to. His skin emits a royal purple, which he claims reflects his "true spirit". However, his eyes are scarlet and his shoulder-length, grayish purple hair is as spiky as his personality. The clearest distinction of his appearance is attire, though. In order to prove his allegence to Vita, he wears a blue cape, a gray top and trousers, and a red sash. His feet remain bare, and after noting the loosness of his clothes, it seems he likes his freedom.

    Additional info: I'll build on Vita's history as the RP rolls on.
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    Balthazar: ”Urgh.. !! It's pink..”
    Inpa: ”Oh please, it's called being metrosexual!..."
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    ~New Sun~

    Hello, I welcome you again and would like to say how much I appreciate that you joined the mystical world of Amn. A new day is about to rise, bringing forth it's joys and sorrows. Spring has just settled in, melting most of the snow. From the looks of it, it's going to be a sunny day. I wonder what you're going to do? Are you going to hunt? Or perhaps you want to hone your skills in combat or magic? Are you a gladiator in the colosseum, fighting for your life.. or entertainment? For some this is a regular day just like all the rest and yet for others, today might be the day which seals their fate forever. I'm curious, what will you do today?

    The sun awakened Kinrai from his slumber. The leafy pattern which the sun created on Kinrai's floor was most intricate. He stood up and looked outside of the window. People were already bustling within the city of Nayru.
    From his window, Kinrai could see the colosseum towering not far away. The colosseum was on the far left and a large market area was right in the middle. The market area was surrounded by white houses with round rooftops. It was clearly elven architecture, smooth and round had always been something the elves admired and strived for. The Elven Library resided behind Kinrai's home, right in the opposite side of the window in his room. Kinrai glanced into the distance and saw how the trees swayed in the soft wind.

    Kinrai: ”So peaceful.. I love these kinds of days”
    Issat: ”Good morning, master”
    Kinrai: ”Good morning Issat. You know what I've said about calling me ”master””
    Issat: ”Forgive my rudeness, but that is a request I can not fulfill”
    Kinrai: ”You should try to relax sometimes. Have you ever taken a bath in a hot spring?”
    Issat: ”If master recalled, he dipped me in a hot spring once”
    Kinrai: ”Oh. Umm.. Sorry. It must've slipped my mind”
    Issat: ”Please don't apologize, I enjoyed the experience. You were having much fun that day”
    Kinrai: ”Guess I was. Well, time to fix something to eat for myself”

    Kinrai walked over the bright green rug which decorated his bedroom. He grabbed the golden door handle and pushed the wooden round door open. Kinrai's home was a small one even though he could've easily buy himself a bigger one. His family's wealth was quite large, Kinrai wouldn't probably ever have problems with money if he wasn't as stubborn as a mule.
    He refused to use his family's wealth for his own benefits, instead he wanted to survive on his own. This sort of lifestyle was partly good but relying completely on yourself would spell disaster in the end. Issat always did her best to guide and advice Kinrai, thus she was quite formal about everything.

    The living room separated the bedroom and the kitchen. There was only a comfy sofa made of hovering leaves in the middle of the living room. There was a large green rug underneath the sofa, next to the sofa was also a lamp made of wood. The actual lamp was a glass jar with magic fireflies inside. Whenever you wanted the fireflies to emit light, you only needed to gently blow at them so that they would awaken. There was a shelf in the corner of the living room, there were actually a lot of books in the shelf.
    Kinrai enjoyed reading every now and then, heroic tales were his favorites. There was also a combination of three round windows in the living room, you could see the market area and the colosseum much more clearly from the living room. Of course this also meant that the sights from the window weren't exactly good.

    If you wanted to gaze the wonders of nature, you'd have to go outside and climb over a few rooftops. One of the best places to see the sights of the city was on top of the Elven Library and the colosseum. The dark elves however shared the best view outside of the city. They could observe the whole city from their homes in the trees. Kinrai was quite the explorer at times, thus he had been on top of the colosseum and the Elven Library.

    Each and everytime he went in either of them he was stunned, moreso whenever the sun had set and the moons had taken their places among the stars. The glow which the city produced during nights made it all the more glorious. Mostly the glow was produced from the fireflies in the lamps scattered among the streets of Nayru. Kinrai wasn't the only one who every now and then came to see the city from above.

    One time he met the dark elf everyone redeemed as a hero: Nilak. He had also found his way, or actually he had found his way there a long time before Kinrai had. It seemed the two shared something in common which in terms led them to become friends eventually.
    Nilak was wise and he told about all of his great journeys in the world of Amn. Kinrai was like a little boy craving for more fantastic tales whenever Nilak started speaking. He was a great storyteller, he could capture his audience with his voice instantly. Nilak enjoyed telling his tales to someone so eager to listen and eventually, Kinrai became one of his apprentices.

    In the Past

    Nilak: ”I was watching the beast eye-to-eye, there was only a small field of white flowers on a grass bed between us. The flowers were one of the rare kinds which could repel cold. Our eyes locked into each other as we were about rush in and attack. The beast was an enormous Jitai, a creature which stood on two legs and had a thick fur which protected it from the chilly breeze of the Nihil Mountains. Only it's two 50 cm long fangs and yellow eyes could be seen from it's otherwise concealed face.”
    Kinrai: ”And you faced such a beast all by yourself?”

    Nilak smiled and then continued.
    Nilak: ”.. Time was running nigh, for the cold had taken it's toll from me. I would not be able to fight with my full strength. The Jitai did not hesitate, it went for a lunge towards me. If the hit contacted, my life hath ended in an instant. I was able to dodge in the nick of time and make my counter-attack. I used my Magic Art to render the monster immobile and immediately went for the killing blow. I summoned the Angelic Hymn blade and sliced right through the creature. The creature turned around, and in that instant turned into a mist of magical dust. I had slayed the beast, and saved the village.”

    Kinrai: ”.. Wow. You're as good as they say! I wish I could become as strong as you..”
    Nilak: ”Ha ha, I'm an elf just like any other. There is nothing special about me. Actions are what makes you who you are. Follow your heart and never let go of your faith.. it's the key to becoming something great in Amn”

    Kinrai glanced down to his hands, it seemed something was on his mind.
    Kinrai: ”.. Take me as your apprentice Nilak! I won't fail you!”
    Nilak: ”.. Kinrai, I treasure our friendship but I don't want to make you my apprentice. I already have two, and they are enough of a burden already! Haha!”
    Nilak laughed, pointing out he was just joking around.

    Kinrai: ”I won't be a burden! I want to prove myself, and you're the only one who can help me with that! You said I have to follow my heart, and now I'm following it more than anything!!”

    Nilak sighed but smiled afterwards, he nudged Kinrai with his fist.
    Nilak: ”Looks like I can't just say no to you. Alright, we'll see what you're made of. Stand up, we duel right here and now”
    Kinrai: ”W-what?! Now?!”
    Nilak: ”Yes, now! Raise your blade!”

    The past fades back into the memories..

    Kinrai had just finished eating his breakfast which consisted of a piece of bread and water. He placed the glass on the counter and walked outside. He didn't have anything to do in the morning, his training would start only after noon. Seeing as another Moon Day was closing in, the market place was filled with the most exquisite goods. Kinrai hopped down from the platform and landed near the market.

    He walked over and started eyeing through all of the stuff in sale. There were hundreds of different jewels in sale, there were so much that some of them had to be fake ones. As usual, most of the salesmen in the market were dwarves. They were milking the citizens of Nayru from all the wealth they had by selling the most bizarre things. Naturally some of them were smart enough to sell stuff which had something to do with Moon Day, or at least that's what they kept telling everyone.

    Dwarf Salesman: ”COME ON OVER! SPECIAL MOON DAY NECKLACES ON SALE! Witness the amazing three moons captured inside a tiny necklace! Give it to your loved one! . . . ”

    Kinrai: ”It's beautiful alright.. but I don't see a connection with Moon Day at all”
    Issat: ”I do believe that is only a cheap marketing trick which the dwarves just love to use, master”
    Dwarf Salesman: ”C-cheap marketing trick?! I would never ever do something like that! In fact, to prove that to you I'll take 25% off the necklace's original price JUST for you!”
    Kinrai: ”Sorry, but I have no use for it. Maybe another time”
    Dwarf Salesman: ”Ah-ha-ha! You're a clever buyer aren't you, elf? Alright, JUST for you.. 50% off the pri-..”

    Kinrai left before the salesman was able to finish his sentence. There was no other way, otherwise the salesman would've just insisted on lowering his prices and switching the stuff he sells. The marketplace was a fascinating spot but for someone like Kinrai, it offered very little. The fights in the colosseum were starting since the roaring of the crowd could be heard from where Kinrai was standing.

    Perhaps Nilak was once again ”keeping the rust off” from his sword. Of course it could've been anyone, Nilak certainly wasn't the only combatant. If Kinrai remembered right, both Nilak's apprentices are gladiators in the arena. It would've been nice to see them in action, however Kinrai headed towards the palace instead of the colosseum. He had some business with his mother, Liana, who was no doubt busy as always.

    Once Kinrai arrived to the doorsteps of the palace, he noticed how security tightened the closer he got. Guards were posted in multiple locations near the palace, of course there were guards all around the city too. They were there to prevent any Tainted or wild animals' attacks.
    All of them weared the same kind of clothing: A light-weight armor with a blue tint in it. The helmet had a long red piece of cloth in the middle which easily got caught by the wind. You could barely see the facial features of the guards because of the helmet. Most of the guards wielded spears but those posted above houses as scouts had bows. Any attacks would be swiftly dealt with with this kind of force.

    Kinrai walked further and entered the long stairs which lead inside the palace. The palace was, just as one could imagine it, beautifully decorated. There was a large hall located right behind the big front doors, it was all white inside with threads of yellow hanging from the ceiling from random places. There were also a multitude of pillars to keep the roof from crushing the interior, after all the roof was extremely heavy. In the middle of the hall was a long red carpet which lead all the way to the throne where Minathiel Amar was sitting.
    Liana was standing right next to her, talking to Minathiel about something. Kinrai walked over to them and bowed to Minathiel before addressing his mother.

    Liana: ”Hello Kinrai. What brings you here?”
    Kinrai: ”Good morning mother, your Highness, I wanted to talk to you about something mother”
    Liana: ”May I excuse myself for a moment your Highness?”
    Minathiel: ”Yes, of course Liana. I'll be fine”

    As an elven priestess, Minathiel Amar was one of the most beautiful of elves. Kinrai couldn't help but feel stunned everytime he saw her. She still looked so young even though she was one of the oldest of elves.
    Today she was dressed up in a scarlet dress with golden strings going around the dress, it gave her a very royal outlook. Above her head she had a golden circlet which embodied her right to be the priestess. She had multiple rings in her hands which were all very expensive from the looks of it, most of them had large jewels set in them.
    Liana grabbed Kinrai from his ear and dragged him into her own quarters in the palace.

    Liana: ”Do not stare at her Kinrai. It's impolite you know”
    Kinrai: ”You nearly ripped my ear off! It really hurt!”
    Liana: ”Oh, don't be such a baby! So what do you want?”
    Issat: ”Good morning Ms. Liana”
    Liana: ”Ah, good morning Issat. Have you kept a watch on my little boy?”
    Issat: ”Yes, of course. He hasn't gotten himself in any trouble lately”
    Liana: ”My, my.. are you perchance growing up Kinrai?”
    Kinrai: ”Mother! Cut it out!”

    Liana laughed and Issat smiled at the situation brought upon them. Whatever Kinrai was about to ask from his mother would be out on hold for now. His question was a serious one so the mood wasn't exactly right.

    Transition to Nilak

    Nilak said as he glanced over the battlefield. Five warriors were up against him, all of them were still fresh and naive. The crowd was roaring more than usually, it seemed they were getting more excited by the day. Nilak could only wonder, was violence truly gaining more popularity? Suddenly a huge shadow flew right over the colosseum. Nilak's eyes shot right up and he was able to catch a glimpse of the four winged beast which guarded Nayru. Right as he saw him, a painful expression formed on Nilak's face.

    Nilak: ”Valham..”

    Everyone's eyes had turned as the magnificent dragon had flewn over them, the five rookies too. Nilak glanced at them before summoning a whirlwind which threw all of them in air. While the rookies were still airborne, Nilak dashed and jumped into the air, flying right towards them. Everything happened in the manner of seconds.. with the result being the five rookies unconscious and stripped of their weaponry and armor.
    The crowd had a difficulty realizing what had happened before enormous cheering echoed all around Nayru. Nilak bowed and smiled to them, he had once again ”proven” himself for them.

    Nilak walked away from the colosseum and walked all the way over to the shrine of Valham. The shrine was located a bit further away from the city itself, next to a hot spring which was considered sacred. It was a beautiful stone statue with remarkable resemblance to Valham himself. Nilak knelt down before the statue and then looked at it. Sadness seemed to fill Nilak's mind as he looked at the statue.

    Nilak: ”Forgive me.. old friend”
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    It was during the darkest of the night, when the clouds veiled the three moons upon the sky, that a soft knock was heard at Kien’s residence. Kien, who slept in the living room in a make shift bed of tables, jerked awoke and looked around in a relative daze. He glanced at the hour glass to note that it is barely 3 in the morning. With a grumble he slid off and dragged himself to the door. His fairy, Tania silently trailed ahead; her soft green glimmered, shining a path for Kien to follow.

    He made his way around the kitchen table and was careful not to stub his toe by the leg, protruding awkwardly out on one side. When Kien arrived by the door, he already feel the cold night air brushing past him, an absolute terrible way to start the day.

    He didn’t need to check through the peephole, he only knows of one individual who’s so kind as to knock at his door during his sweet dreams. He opened the door, and glanced down at the tiny dwarf, who looked up at him every time, a shimmer in his eyes as if a great opportunity came by. The name’s Helmholtz, a being barely in the height of a meter, but holds more confidence and charisma than a priest in a sermon, and that for Kien was hell of a lot of charisma. His tiny white beard signified relative youth among his race; well, as young as a dwarf might look. Age 80, and dignified single, it is not a surprise why he’s a friend of Kien.

    A business this early in the morning?” Kien gestured a slight greeting to the dwarf.

    “Nothin’z too early, especially not somethin’ in our linez of work. I’ll go wait out here while you get yerself dressed. Wear lots, it’z a cold night out.”

    Kien closed the doors after mumbled an inaudible noise which resembled an acknowledgment of some sorts, before closing the doors again to shut the cold air out of the house. Through the daze, a thought came to his head, and he convinced himself to reopen the door and asked, “Want to come inside and wait?”

    Dia’z still asleep?” Helmholtz asked curiously.

    “Like any normal being would at this time.”

    “Then no, would be rude to wake a lady in her sweet sleep.”

    “You certainly didn’t seem to mind when you woke me.”

    The dwarf shrugged, and with a grumble Kien closed the door again, only to reappear in his work cloth, a composition of 90% rags, and 10% thread that ties the rag together. “Let’s get going, where is the place?”

    “Over at Grimlin’s bar, several blockz back. He’z already out of it I’m afraid. Might hafta get our handz dirty tuday.

    Horrible start of the day alright, Kien reflected for a brief second and nodded. He followed Helmholtz down the path, wrapping his scarf tighter around his neck, and sincerely wished for a muffler that could warm the holes where his ears had been.


    About a half an hour later, they’d come to a stop in the front of an alleyway. Even by Monark’s standard, this one takes the cake for the filthiest place that Kien knew in the area. In fact, from Kien’s experience, any alleyway that’s squished between a midnight food joint and zero star motel can earn a medal for its presentation. Dirt and junk in its most glorious moments.

    Kien could pick up the distinct sound of rodents scurrying around, and motioned for Helmholtz to come closer. The dwarf walked toward him and hosted his bag up close to Kien’s chest level, clearly a routine. Kien shuffled around the bag and took out what appears to be a regular wooden branch. It was Wisp Wood, a common material obtained from the undergrowth of any forest. He cracked it in half, and a small shrill cry came from it, and immediately, a stream of glowing white liquid poured out, warming Kien’s hand as it dripped down. Kien quickly threw it into the alleyway, and as it landed, a burst of light sizzled about, illuminating the narrow path, adding just the right touch to this untitled installation piece. As expected, the sudden light frightened the critters in the alleyway, and several hissing was heard as they scurried away. However, Kien’s job wasn’t pest control, no, it was something messier.

    “Any hope left?” Helmholtz asked Kien as he treads into the alleyway.

    “No, not at this place, give me the details.”

    “Gerald Silvertail, age 23, son of Galvin Silvertail and Susan Silvertail. Involved wiz some local groupz, specifics unknown, but waz last seen over at Grimlin’s place, with some merchants from the west. Grimlin reported to us at 2 o clock in the mornin’. Didn’t want to dirty his place up, so asked us to clean it up before cust****z show up in the morning. Several days ago, the boy waz marked as…”

    “A Tainted.”

    “As alwayz.

    Kien put on his white gloves as he walked over to the “thing”, for that’s all he can call it. It was no longer recognizable, not as a body, more like a lump. All sorts of accessories covered it, fruit cores, fish bones, and possibly vomit. A little farewell present to respect the dead perhaps?

    “Sometimez I wonder why we do thingz like zis,” Hemlholtz stepped back, allowing Kien to come closer.

    “Because no one else does it, and we are good at it,” Kien knelt down, and scratched his unshaven beard as he gives the object a brief examination.

    He took a deep breath, which he regretted, as his lung is filled with the filthy air of a poorly maintained alley, and let out a sigh. “Got your notes ready?” He looked over the dwarf, who scavenged through the bag to take out a book and pen all slightly a bit too big for him.

    “When yer good ta go.”

    “Alright,” Kien looked back down, and moved his hand expertly across the figure, with an air of expertise. He felt the joints, they were soft, “Time of death, about two hours ago,” he felt a soft spot on the head, “Suffered from a head injury.”, he peeled back the eyelid and noticed they were still aligned “Probably received it after death, might be something internal.” He felt around the body, only to find several more bruises and a soft spot near the left of the chest. “I may need my kit, Tania can you pass me it please?”

    It took several good second before the dwarf looked up from his notepad, and responded. He clumsily shuffled around the bag and brought out a metal tool case. Tania glided to it, and with some straining effort managed to pass it into Kien’s hands. Who took it and placed it on the ground, and lifted the cover with an uncomfortable creak, revealing several stairs of tools. Tania took a rest upon the lid of the box, as she watched him looking through the rows for what he needed. He took out a scalpel and carefully cut along the ribs, “Three broken ribs, and I’m going to see if it protruded into anything,” a moment of silence, “No, it’s clear from the vitals, despite some hemorrhages nearby, it isn’t lethal, well, not enough to stop him from screaming for help.”

    The skull chisel was used next; as Kien slowly made a gentle slice around 2/3 of the scalp, and peeled the layer back slowly with forceps. Blood oozed out slightly where the bruise had been, but clotted soon afterward. There was a visible crack from where the collision was made to the head, but the bone manages to hold together, and dura matter unharmed. He began a new cut, down the dorsal left side of the spine, taking care to not mark the bones. The flesh was then peeled away, cleared from the spine and neurons cells. At this point in time, blood was leaking out at an uncontrollable rate, and a strong pungent smell was in the air. Without muscle control, the body is releasing gas. Hemlholtz coughed, and turned away, before asking, “Can I use some Roze powder around here?”

    Kien didn’t look away from his work, “There’s no point, it only covers the smell, the particle will still travel up your nose, down the nasal cavity, merge with your digestive system. It’s just that you won’t know it.”

    “Well, at least use Frjosa agent, ye can hardly see what ye are working on.”

    Kien paused for a moment, and nodded, “True, let me have it.”

    Tania flew over and took the brown packet from Helmholtz and passed it to Kien, which Kien opened and spray the content over the newly made cut, instantly, the area glistened, and the blood flow slowly came to a halt. Kien waited for it to completely finish, before continuing. The sound of glass breaking was heard as the blade went through where the agent had been.

    “No spinal injuries, it’s pretty much perfect. Hmm…what could it be...” Kien stood up, and walked over to Hemlholtz, taking the notepad from him. His eyes glanced through to see if the dwarf missed anything during the initial reporting. It seemed about right. “Did Grimlin say what type of people this fellow’s being hanging around for?”

    “Well, itz Grimlin’s place, mostly merchants from the north, stayin’ in to rest their legs before making their way further down,” Hemlholtz stroked his short beard as he thought, “my couzin used to drop by there, I heard it iz also the place where some unofficial buziness contracts are signed and made.”

    Kien let out another thoughtful “Hmmm…”, then bent down once more, and stared at the body. He turned it around so it faced upwards, then with a look of determination, he told Helmholtz, “Keep wise eye out, I’m going to begin an open examination.”

    “Now?!” Hemlholtz wasn’t pleased, “It’z almost morning, the sun’z going to be up in a while, and people aren’t going to like seeing an elf cutting someone open in the middo of the day.

    “Gave me some time,” Kien took out an hour glass from his pocket, and turned it, the sand slowly drifts out. “Half an hour. Until the sand drains, don’t talk, and keep your eyes open.”

    After his instructions, Kien’s two arms immediately moved in a synchronized dance, as they worked to unveil every single bit they can. Pectoral major, minor, rectus abdominis, serratus anterior, external oblique, even the abductor digiti minimi brevis. The bones are perfectly exposed, a stark contrasting beige against the surrounding strands of red. Kien took a fleeting look at the hourglass, 25 minutes had passed.

    The Frjosa is wearing off, and Kien knew he doesn’t have much time left. He had everything opened to him, all he needs is look. Hemorrhage on the right side of the chest, but purely external, not lethal, he made sure of that before. 28 minutes elapsed.

    The sternum remained intact. 28 minutes, 27 seconds.

    The heart undamaged. 30 minutes, 27 seconds. He looked at the hourglass, and thanked himself slightly that he bought a rigged one.

    Stomach, well, nothing’s really wrong there, flexible muscle, hard to cause any damage with blunt weapons. 30 minutes, 43 seconds.

    Lungs no, pancreas could be damaged, but wouldn’t kill you so fast. The liver, a vulnerable spot seemed alright, circulation seemed to be complete. 36 minutes, 52 seconds.

    “Isn’t it time already?” Helmholtz asked.

    Kien gave a quick glance to the hourglass, “No, sand is still there.”

    His reply was returned by a grunt from the short fellow. He crossed his arms, and stared at him with impatience.

    Kien paused a bit, thought things over, and in a moment of curiosity, Kien reached in and squeezed the heart slightly. There he felt an unusual pressure, as if the cap has been on the bottle too tight. He peeked closer, and followed the aorta and up the artery. And to his honest disbelieve, hidden under the lobe of a lung was the artery, which contained a budge possibly one centimeter big.

    “A thrombus,” he muttered to himself. His hand reached out turned the hourglass, and tapped it on the ground, signal the end of examination.

    “A thrombus!” the dwarf exclaimed, “how ol’ iz the boy?”

    “Is there anything on the record about this?”

    “No, nothin’ that I’ve known. It might be his diet, who knowz, young onez don’t pay attention to what they eat.”

    “Not possible, anywhere else, sure, but not in the slum of Monark. You have to dedicate a life time of fatty diet to get a thrombus that big. Last time I recalled, Monark isn’t exactly the most luxury place to let you do that.”

    “Then what iz it?”

    “No sure, I’m going to open it and check.”

    “Please no, not here, it will be a mess.”

    “The blood’s pretty much drained, and I doubt the heart holds much anyway. Just a small one. Just to see.” It was a lie.

    Kien squeezed the artery prior to the budge, and with the other hand, made a small cut near it. What he saw made him stop, and in his surprise he let go of the artery, and immediately, a stream blood flowed out and over his gloves.

    “Ye made a mess! I knew it!” The dwarf raised his hands in the air, in utter disappointment, and rolled his eyes.

    Kien puts his finger up for the dwarf to be quite for a moment. Things seemed strange. Tania sensed it too as she lands softly on Kien’s shoulder, both staring at the exact same location. He put his hand back to the mess and fondled around, until finally he found it. A hard smooth solid. He pulled it out, and lifted it to the moonlight that managed to creep its way into the alleyway. And even in the dim light, it was clear what Kien saw.

    Adimis,” the dwarf gasped in clear awe, “never saw one zat big, iz it pure?”

    Kien moved it around his finger, and watched as the dim light reflects within the clear stone, filling the innards with a brilliant display of the visible spectrum. “Yes.”

    “How did he get it?”

    “He’s a thief.”

    “But in his arteries?”

    “He must have diffused it through his bloodstream beforehand.”

    “Why did it solidify? Did the merchantz do it?”

    “You need to know some magic to solidify this in your body like that. Merchants of the north don’t regularly wield magic, and if they knew where the Adimis is, it wouldn’t have landed it in our hands,” Kien slide it down his pocket, and watched as Hemlholtz gazed at it as it fell out of sight.

    “Then are ye saying…”

    “The boy materialized it himself, and blocked his artery.”

    “A self stimulated heart attack.”

    “Only possibility.”

    “Why would he do it?”

    “I don’t know, greed, a moment of rashness, or…,” a small moment passed as Kien tried to think for an explanation, came up with none, he said, “I’m going to play the game.”

    “Can ye still do it?”

    Yes, he’s brain is still intact,” Kien took off his glove and put it back where he got them, then knelt down again beside the body. “Okay, the questions, ‘can merchant tell jokes?’, ‘what to think in fleeting moments?’, and ‘was father a wise man?’ Got it?”

    “Yes,” a simple solid confirmation came out of Tania, as she spoke for the first time of the day.

    “Here I go,” Kien put his hand onto the body, and slowly, he closed his eyes. In the blink of an eye, and the game started.
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    Akito woke with a shudder as sunlight poured on him, he noticed himself in the slums of the area high in a hammock sleeping. Akito looked to the side and his face was unmoved as a large circle of people surrounded something out of sight. Akito's fairy was hovering slowly toward the crowd, his blue light shining the area. He slowly jumped down from the high tree and landed on the ground softly, he brushed himself and looked to the sides. Many people were looking at him strangely, he was the only one with a demeaning look among the poor people of Auburn. Akito was a rather popular person, so he hadn't the need to say his name many times, one because he just didn't like it. Akito walked up to the large crowd and had a pathway in front of him to the front. Akito closed his eyes and turned around as he saw the horrid child with a large gash on his heart, barely struggling to live.

    "This boy defies me, prince of the Auburn Volts" the man walking around in a circle said to the crowd. The man said that like it was a good thing, the Volts were a gang designed for the poor people, to torture them. The boy huffed, his chest rising, and blood pouring out of his mouth. "If any of you go across this line until this boy breaths his last breath, I will kill you" the Volt said pointing to the circle around the boy. Akito's face was still unmoved with a straight, calm face there was limited movement, but he was pushing the limit. The Volt walked back to his group and started talking, the murmurs rose and crying erupted the area, no one had the guts to do anything. They all were standing or sitting their crying over spilled milk, no one had the guts to do anything except cry. No one would pick up the milk, no one but one person. Someone even he is surprised that he is doing it.

    Akito moved his foot with his hands still stashed in his pockets, the entire crowd almost gasped as his foot stepped over the lines. This must be Volts territory, that was a given, but not anymore. Akito picked up the boy, barely living and handed him to his family and told them to take him to treatment. Akito saw a shadow behind him that barely covered his giant stature, he turned around and brought his leg up with it kicking the man in the arm and sending him flying into the crowd. Akito walked slowly, his huge shadow covering the area, there was 3 Volts left, too easy. Akito saw two of them run at him with the prince staying back confidently. Both of the men were trying to punch him in his face to knock him out, Akito ducked the punches and grabbed their arms twisting them over his body into the ground, that would mess up his shirt. Akito saw the prince pull out two katanas from his bag and charge at him. Akito towered over the man by a foot and some, but he was easily at an advantage with the weapons. Akito pulled his red tie and it turned into two similar katanas with poison. "Run Crucifix, Vodruth" Akito said calmly getting his weapons in position. Akito jumped in the air and cut the prince in both shoulders, poisoning him. Akito turned the blades into his tie again and walked away, with many thanks from the citizens. Akito kept on walking toward the coliseum and he saw Valham, the dragon of birth in his words, Akito closed his eyes and thanked him, his beauty and more. Akito saw some commotion, but he was done being nice for now.

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    It was going to be one of those lazy days again. Sun barely escaped through the leaf roof above the trees. Balthazar was taking a nap on his small house on one of the trees that surrounded Nayru. The house only consisted of a simple room with a roof made of a sturdy wood which could be gotten from any of the trees in Nayru. There was really only a piece of thin wool which Balthazar called a bed in his house. It certainly wasn't one of those houses people were meant to live in. It was understandable though since Balthazar was rarely home. Most of the time he was abroad which explained the.. simple nature of his homey home.

    The city of Nayru was bustling with people right from the start of the morning. The market was filled with different salesmen, most which were dwarves, trying to sell the biggest garbage with highest prices. They were so loud that the shrieking actually woke Balthazar from his sleep. He glanced down from his abode and saw the market filled with stalls which were in terms filled with glittery junk. None of those were even remotely interesting for Balthazar, so he just tried to sleep some more. Of course he couldn't sleep since the bestest buddy of all just happened to come harass Balthazar out of his sleep.

    ”HEEEEEYYYY!! Balthyyy!! What.. ?! Are you STILL sleeping?!”
    ”. . .”
    ”Wakey wakey! Is me, Inpa!”
    ”. . . Go away”
    ”Ha! You're awake! Get up! We got loads of work to do today!”

    *Loud grumbling*

    ”.. What do you mean we?”
    ”I'll tell you once we get there! LET'S GOO!!”
    ”. . .”
    ”C'mon big guy! It's not like you got anything better to do”
    ”.. I'm sleeping”
    ”No you're not. You're talking to me! You can't sleep and talk tom someone at the same time unless you're a whiz or something”
    ”.. Ugh, fine”
    ”Ha! I knew you'd do it buddy! You're an excellent resource of material for my research!”
    ”.. Do what? And what research? Not those darn pl-”
    ”No no no no no!! Nothing like that this time! You just have to kill those pesky rats from Madame Flaura's attic!”

    And so Balthazar's boring day got itself a complete makeover handmade by Inpa ni Thesas, a rather young high elf with a jolly nature. He had a troubling effect to cause unnecessary quarrels for Balthazar. Killing rats was one of those few quarrels but the list doesn't stop there. Of course Balthazar's life wasn't threatened.. at least most of the time.

    Inpa is small for an elf, standing only around 5 feet and having a very skinny body. His hair is rich in yellow but he likes to add different colors into it every now and then. Sometimes he has shocked people by turning his hair into rainbow-colored punk hair. At the moment his hair is yellow with a few blue lines here and there. He is rather handy with alchemy, thus he does a lot of experiments with stuff like his hair.
    His hair is rather short, ending before it reaches his shoulders. Inpa has a set of big round ears and a small nose, couple that with a set of big bottle glasses and you get a ner-.. I mean Inpa. He tends to wear a white coat with lots of different splashes of color in it.

    The two walked through the market area and they remembered it for a while. The salesmen were screaming right into their ears their lowliest of low prices. Both their hearing suffered after experiencing the joy of the market. Neither of them however didn't glance even once what was on sale that day. Balthazar figured it must've been something related to Moon Day since it was approaching again.

    After walking out of the market area, the duo climbed the stairs and arrived to Madame Flaura's estate. It was like all the rest of the houses with a bunch of round shapes and white color in it. The job would've been easy if the resident, Flaura, would've been a sane one. She was one of those slightly unbalanced ones, and most people knew her because of her undying love to flowers.

    ”I can smell something really strong coming from inside.. I wonder what it could be?”
    ”. . .”

    Balthazar opened the door and almost choked at the flowery scent of Flaura's home. Breathing was very hard since the smell was so strong. Inpa was already looking unwell and he had only spent a good 5 minutes inside the estate. The estate was two floors high, the walls were ”painted” with actual flowers of all kinds. Wherever you looked, whatever you looked, it was covered with flowers. The estate reminded more of a greenhouse than a home. Soon the two were alerted with the presence of the owner of the house: Madame Flaura.
    She was as oddly dressed as always.. it seemed today's theme was rose. She was wearing a large cotton dress covered in rose pattern, her hat was really big and pink with flowers in it. She was also leaning on a white cane.

    ”What do I see before me.. ? A Hortensia opuloides and a.. Menyanthes?”

    Inpa quickly summoned a book consisting knowledge about all kinds of flora and browsed what these two flowers were.

    ”The first one is Hortensia and it's meaning is.. Eh.. ?? Carelesness?? She must mean you Balthy”
    ”. . .”
    ”Mm, yes! A Menyanthes without a doubt!”
    ”The second is Buck-bean and it's meaning is.. quietness. Oh shucks, guess I'm Hortensia then”
    ”.. You had a rat problem, ma'am?”
    ”Indeed! Those pesky Cytisus laburnum are savagely eating my dear Lilac alba!!”
    ”O-okay let's see.. the first one is blackness and the second one is.. youth? What.. ? Is blackness eating her youth away.. ?!”
    ”.. I believe she means that the rats are eating her flowers”
    ”Go, GO! Before it's too late! Deal with this problem immediately!”
    ”.. Yes, ma'am”
    ”RIGHT AWAY!!”

    Balthazar climbed the stairs up all the way to the attic with Inpa closely behind him. The attic looked just like the rest of the house: filled with flowers. However among the flowers could be seen the evil whispers of rats which chewed the flowers mercilessly.

    ”Look Balthy! There's a rat there!! Use your Magic Art!”

    ”.. We are indoors. My katana will do”
    ”W-wait Balthy! Don't KILL them!!”

    Balthazar sighed and looked at Inpa. He was tired of him changing his way of doing things all the time.

    ”There is no other way. They will just multiply rapidly if we leave them here”
    ”Y-yeah b-but..”
    ”.. Life isn't always about butterflies and peace Inpa. It's time for you to learn that”
    ”Life CAN be all about butterflies and peace if I so want!! You won't thrash my dreams you big meany!”
    ”. . .”

    Balthazar formed himself a bag through alchemy by exchanging a few flowers from the attic. Then he started rigorously cathing all the rats and throwing them in the back. In the end there were 6 rats in the bag. Balthazar handed the bag to Inpa and headed downstairs.

    ”.. Time to do something about that dream of yours then. Get rid of those”
    ”B-but.. eww.. these guys stink.. !!”

    Downstairs Madame Flaura was watering her flowers with a pleasant look on her face. She turned to look at Balthazar and Inpa who was holding the bag of rats. She looked closely at the bag and then continued watering her flowers.

    ”Off you go sprouts! Your job is done here! The payment is in the envelope on the table”

    Balthazar grabbed the envelope and saw two red and blue Rupees inside. He wasn't too pleased of the payment's size but at least it was something. He gave one red and blue one to Inpa and walked outside of the intoxicating estate.

    ”Alright! This is the sprout of millions!”
    ”. . .”
    ”Well, I gotta get rid of these! See ya later Balthy!”

    With that Inpa left and Balthazar was left alone. He glanced to the colosseum which seemed to roar more than usually. Perhaps Nilak was showing off again? Suddenly the shadow of a dragon swoop past, it was no doubt Valham. Balthazar decided to head to the colosseum, he wasn't going to fight, he just wanted to see if there was anything worthwhile to watch. Once he reached the colosseum, he gave the Rupees he had just gained to get access to the crowd. The colosseum was packed with people, Nilak had surely fought there recently. It seemed the next contestant was just about to arrive. Balthazar sat down and looked down to see who the contestant was.
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    The streets of Monark that lead to the main square are paved with brown stones so that carts and horses can easily ride over them. It is necessary in such a big city for as main city of Amn lots of people move through the streets on a day. Of course the streets are less paved as you come in the outer regions of the city and after the gate it completely stops. Most of the stones are neatly placed next to each other so that there is no gab between them where a wheel could get stuck or a horse could twist its leg. Of course you always have stones that have, through the course of time, loosened and have come up, so that they are sticking out a bit. Those stones are treacherous for you can easily trip over them when you aren’t careful.

    On this day a particular stone on a particular road in the city of Monark was waiting for its next victim. Someone who would come running towards it, trip over it and smack on the ground with a loud thud. If a stone could laugh, he would do it then (even though a stone cannot laugh, nor does it stick out just to be mean and have some fun). But today the stone wouldn’t get its fun it seemed. Surely a person come walking towards it in a casual pace and surely the person concerning would have tripped if that person hadn’t known the city. But unfortunately for the stone this person knew the city. Probably better then the stone itself for it only knew his place next to other stones on that particular road.

    But enough about stones. This story isn’t about a stone that tried to get people trip. This story is about the person that came walked towards the stone and easily stepped over it. No thought about the stone ever crossed this persons mind to be precise. (Which can be considered sad, but since a stone doesn’t have any feelings it doesn’t mind).

    The person, who was currently enjoying the morning sun, was wearing a long and rough dark green cloak that looked like it had withstand a lot and had traveled to many placed were the weather hadn’t been always that great. It was rugged and had several spots on it that were drained of its color. Still it looked warm and strong. The material swayed loosely around the small figure that wore the cloak and had a perfect length. So precise that it just showed a pair of beige boots sticking out under it. When a sudden gust of wind blew the cloak up tanned trousers were revealed, that covered some of the black skin of the person together with an upper part of the same color. Red eyes peered from under the cap to the world.


    Slowly the person turned around and looked down upon a Beastkin that lay sprawled out over the ground behind her. He was tall and sinewy and even though he wore a cloak just like the one from the person concerning you could see that his fur was yellow and spotted with black spots.

    There was a silence and then the person started to laugh. Loud.

    The cheetah look-a-like Beastkin jumped up, towering tall over the cloaked figure. “Dammit Vice, don’t laugh at me!”

    “I – haha – I’m sorry. I’m – haha – really sorry.” Vice hiccupped. “But the first thing you experience from Monark – haha – is the treacherousness of its stones.”

    “What was that?” The Beastkin huffed.

    “Calm down Askari – haha – really calm down okay? You are making a commotion.”

    A sudden feeling came over Askari as he noticed that people were staring at them. Vice gave him a nudge with her elbow (which only reached his belly), winked and turned around, still chuckling. The Beastkin followed while mumbling some soft curses in his own language. Luckily for the bystanders they couldn’t make them out.


    “Aw come on As, you aren’t still mad at me, are you?” Vice asked the Beastkin as they sat opposing each other in a small bar. The windows of it were so dirty that it almost seemed evening inside.

    “I’m going to kill that stone.” Askari grumbled.

    Vice rolled her eyes. “Well that won’t do any good since it isn’t alive to begin with.”

    “Don’t try to outsmart me Vice.”

    “I ain’t trying.”

    If looks could kill, Vice was so death. Askari let it drop. There was no way he could overcome Vice in words. “So this is Monark hea?” He said, looking around.

    “No, this is Palo.”


    “What? That is such an obvious question. I mean where would we be otherwise?”

    “I’m trying to hold a conversation with you here, you know. You ain’t helping.”

    He looked to her with an irritated face. Now that her cap was removed her soft white hair was painfully visible in the slumbering darkness, the same for her red eyes. It were the only two things that seemed to light up from her since her skin was the midnight blue color that was so common for dark elves. If he hadn’t known her he would be scared of her, really. She might be small, but inside she was at least as big as he.

    Suddenly she stood up. “Think you can keep yourself busy for some hours?”

    “Sure. Wait… What?”

    “I have to go somewhere.” She nudged with her head to a man that was about to leave. “That guy works at the library.”

    “How can you be so sure? I mean you haven’t been here for how long? Fifty years?”

    “I just know.”

    Again Askari let it go. There was no convincing Vice otherwise if she had set her mind onto something. As for her memory, she was scary good at remembering things that was true.

    “Fine, where do we meet each other again?”

    “Erak’s Amulets, little shop on the main square.” She walked away, placing her cap again over the head.

    “Wait! Where is the main square?”

    She turned around. “Just follow the stone road to the north. All roads of stone lead to it. Be careful not to trip over stones again.” Her white teeth were visible for a moment as she grinned, then she was gone.

    Askari gritted his teeth and resolved that he would get Vice back for that.
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    A dream of nothingness. A world of chance.
    What will you chase after? What can you hold dear? Who will be waiting at the end?
    Nothing. No one.

    The 2nd Night: Awakening

    When she opened her eyes, a haze had befallen the land around her. Standing proved futile, for the haze had taken a toll on her now trembling legs. Only her head moved, despite how stiff it felt. Was this the same vision she had perceived not so long ago? The exhilarating movements. The blissful unity. The fire growing at its core. Did any of those festivities happen, or was her mind deceiving her? Without uttering a sound, she pressed her forehead upon the ground. Begging. Praying. Wishing someone could hear her cries from within--

    "Rise, pitiful spirit, lest your naivety beckons destruction."

    There was no form attached to the voice, no direction to seek it out. Was it echoing inside her mind, deep within her? Why had it chosen her to speak to? How long had it known of her existance? Despite her confusion, she obeyed the command, as if in a trance.
    What would she fear?
    Where could she run?
    Why would she fight?
    Who could she protect? Cherish? Hold until their bodies go limp from death?

    "Forsakened one, who feigns existance, know that all which lives in Amn are precious to one another. Live with faith. Die with content. All else become tainted with regret. A spirit which is disconnected from all shall be the mark of suffering."

    "...But, I am...alive..." Glancing downwards, she traced the curves of each of her ghastly blue fingers, which gave off the impression that she had risen from death. In a way, that's exactly what she had did. She was given life from...the moons? The moons weaved in and out of sight, replaced by a sphere much brighter and far more cruel than her givers of life: the sun. Everyone and everything bathed in the sun's rays, while she watched from the shadows, unable to step into the light as well. She watched as mothers cradled their beloved children. She watched as friends laughed together and wept together. Then she returned to the spot of her awakening. Alone.

    "...You're lonely because you're looking at everything and everyone you can't have beside you. Well, listen up, moon elf! You're my 'master', so you better not ignore me! I only follow respectable 'masters', so stop wallowing in despair and do something!"


    "...Oren, ...thank you."

    Vita blanked away her earliest memories, which often haunted her, as if some message resided deep within them. How important that message was remained unclear. Wandering without a purpose, susceptible to all kinds of foul creatures, wasn't something she wanted to remember. That was proven by the uneasy sigh that escaped her lips as she lifted her head from the ground.

    "Ah-ahhhaawaaahhhh! V-Vi-i-it-ta!" Oren's tiny body had been resting upon Vita's many waves of hair. It felt like soft cushions melting into one another, and offered the best sleep. The only problem was that the person attached to those cushions often jerked upwards upon awakening. To think she had kindly thanked Oren, only to nearly send him flying into the mighty tree a few feet away to the left, which could have killed him! His only salvation came from getting tangled in Vita's locks. Despite how soft it was, without proper combing and brushing, it became a labyrinth that was harder to escape the more you struggle, and Oren was struggling a lot.

    "Oren..." Vita managed to free her fairy friend, who fluttered in front of her like a drunkard who had too much to drink. "I told you how dangerous it is to sleep in my hair."

    "If my 'master' wouldn't mumble in her sleep, I wouldn't have to come to the rescue! Besides, you're a calm sleeper, up until you wake up. Honestly, you're like a princess who becomes a monster upon opening your eyes. Why can't you...hey, are you listening?!"

    High above the pillers of wood resided Nayru, where elves could test their courage in the common half of the city, or increase their knowledge in the richer half. Vita often spent a majority of her time in the latter, or, more specifically, the Elven Library. The rest of Nayru was far too nosy, their shouts mingling together booming so loudly that she could catch fragments of sound from where she now stood. No, perhaps everyone was more rowdy then usual. At any rate, the glistening of jades above her head as sunlight poured upon the lofty trees declared that the day was at its peak of activeness. If she didn't hurry, the sun would start to descend from high in the sky and the Elven Library wouldn't be as welcoming as it is in the morning.

    "--and stop gawking at sky and the tree tops! Have you learned nothing over the years? Wash yourself, dust off your dress, and get ready to sneak into Nayru."
    "Don't use such a devious word. We are merely taking a longer, more challenging method of entering Nayru."
    "Climbing trees instead of walking through the gate into Nayru is called sneaking into Nayru!"
    "Everyone I asked for directions either lied or ran away, so climbing is better then being marked as suspicious."
    "Oh, and sneaking into Nayru isn't suspicious?"

    A beat, and no response. Two beats. Three beats. In the interval of silence, Vita strolled through an undergrowth, being careful as to not bump her head on the thick branches above her. On the other side was translucent water tinted by a tranquil blue. Unlike Vita's skin, the spring glowed with the innocence of a child trapped in an eternity of purity. Anything truly tainted would seethe as if their skin was on fire the moment it dipped itself into its depth. Of course, to be tainted is to selfishly reject all else except what is precious to you, which frightened Vita at first. She distanced herself from the living and focused only on summoning...and Oren. Wouldn't that make her tainted? Then she learned that it wasn't hatred, bitterness, or any signs of regret that kept her away from the living; it was fear. The living are tangible before life and after death, but what about her? If she was truly a mark of suffering--

    "Hey, does your silence mean--"

    Oren had secretely glided by Vita's shoulder and screamed into her ear, startling her. The yelp that came from her mouth reminded Vita of what happened to Oren earlier, which made his actions seem a bit suspicious. His burst of laughter as Vita tumbled into the spring only confirmed her suspicions: he had gotten his revenge on her. Bubbles formed on the surface, giving way to a frowning Vita. Her dress was soaked, and she certainly didn't have spares. That meant the dispute had finally come to an end--at least, to her it did.

    "I'll have to dry on our climb to Nayru. We certainly wouldn't want to be seen in such a state on the main road, no?"
    "Are you serious? If we're seen on the main road as a majestic fairy with a drenched moon elf, they'd take pity on us!"
    "They would most certainly think we got what we deserved. Even if they do pity us, as you so believe, they would deem themselves superior to us, which would degrade not only my status as a moon elf, thus leading to further danger for all moon elves, but your 'majestic' demeanor. Do you truly want to become a pixie?"
    "Why are you so unfun?!"
    "Why don't you use your head? Besides, I'm your 'master'."

    While Oren was left speechless, Vita finished soaking in the spring, running her fingers through her hair until most of the tangles were gone. When she got out of the refreshing liquid and stepped upon the auburn rocks, Vita immediately threw her arms around her chest. The bateau neckline of her white dress had become too loose. Acting quickly, Vita removed a rather long, silverish purple ribbon around her waste and created two holes in front of and behind the dress, each hole on each side of her neck. Once the ribbon was carefully inserted, she tied the remains of the ribbon behind her, where it dangled underneath her waist length hair. Even though one section of her dress was repaired, there were tears throughout her dress and large rips at the bottom of it, which at first had concealed her bare feet from view. Her routine of avoiding the main road was about to be interrupted.

    "...Very well, Oren. We shall...take the main road, but only because I cannot rely on a fragile ribbon to keep my dress secure."
    "Haha, admit it. You're fond of that ribbon. Elven wear has magical attributes, even your cheap dress. It must have a fire attribute, since water loosens it, so it would have adjusted itself as it absorbed sunlight."
    "Are you not satisfied yet?"
    "Nope. You've had that ribbon since I met you."
    "Isn't that the answer? When I first woke, this ribbon was in my hands. It's as mysterious as myself, so I keep it close. That is all."

    With that, Oren simply shrugged and started to flutter down a dirt path, only stopping to make sure Vita was following. Neither of them knew what they would encounter by taking a new direction into Nayru, but it would allow them to see a another side to the forest of Auburn. For Oren, it envoked adventure, but for Vita, danger rang in her mind. Despite their conflicting thoughts, neither of them dared to stop.

    Nurarihyon no Mago!
    Inpa: "...I got your mask already, look! Isn't it pretty?”
    Balthazar: ”Urgh.. !! It's pink..”
    Inpa: ”Oh please, it's called being metrosexual!..."
    -- farag0n; Tales of Amn

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    Hey, I was wondering if I could join your RP. I skimmed through the first part of part of the post and found it really well made. So I am going to model my information like one of the ones already done.

    Full Name: Corgath (Core-gath)
    (meaning The one who Creeps in basic elven)
    Age: Body is 40 years old, but was reanimated by a Dark Elven Necromancer 2 years before now, kept in captivity.
    Gender: Male
    Race: Moon Elf

    Appearence: He looks like a regular male Moon Elf. But he is dirty, thin, moderately muscular, and have eyes that look like they are cutting into your soul. His teeth are in moderate shape, but over all he looks quiet handsome other than his crazy hair. He has dark hair, and pale skin.

    Element: Earth

    Weapons: Corgath usually wields anything large and sharp. Preferebly an Axe.

    Halo of Antics - Peace, Serenity, and power.

    Magic Arts - (hobby, playing games, having absolute power.

    History - Corgath was a type of farmer. He farmed at least 10 different fruits, but his goal was to own a type of farming group. And he wanted to be president of it, over all he also liked hunting in the woods. But in the middle of his carrier, his house burned down. He found no way to make money except through hunting. He hunted for three months until he was hunting a herd when he was shot 6 times in the back with arrows. He never found out his attacker, and next thing he knew he was in the lair of a Dark Elf. It seemed like he used some sorcery on him and renanimated him. Corgath had amazing strength and hearing, but parts of his body were rotting. After a few months of healing, Corgath was as good as new, but the Dark Elf wanted Corgath to serve him. The Dark Elf didnt know Corgath's strength and was killed on the spot. Corgath then escaped. To be continued...
    "I see you." Quote from Sauron

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    The sun shone down upon the citizens of Monark as they moved among the stone paved streets each one with their own purpose for their travel. The mass of people travelling were such that one might very well imagine that all the worlds pent up desires and actions were to be represented by them. A priestess trying to convert the beastmen to the elfs religion, a painter going to buy the paint needed to finish a drawing which would be truly able to be called a masterpiece and give him a place in history. An armed elf might very well be on his way to hunt the tainted, or perhaps on his way to exact revenge and become tainted himself.

    Each and every person moved according to their desires that would eventually lead them to their separate paths, hundreds of path ways all leading to different crossroads.

    But no matter whatever these paths would take them upon a sun filled meadow or a dark abyss is of little concern. Each individual will take care of their path and theirs only and anyone’s road which might have been overgrown is for that person himself to weed out.

    If we now separate all those different threads, yes imagine the streets as a box filled with threads of different texture and colors, while knowing exactly which one you want you begin to separate each and every one. You dismiss the red thread without any hesitation, rip up the black thread and throw it over your shoulder without a second glance. The green you look over a second before putting it away and the next one, a light blue thread you gently pick up and stare at for several minutes with even more care and attention than the world’s most famous expert of gems would take to stare at the purest most beautiful diamond.

    Now gently sigh and put it away, it’s near identical to the one we're searching for but it’s not the one. Now the next you put up is a gentle grey mixed with the hint of blue in it. A satisfied grin widens on your face as gently pull it, completely oblivious to the hundred if not thousands of threads being left there and try to follow this one to where the end of it is. Carefully unraveling any other thread that might be in the way so as if not to uproot the origin the one you found. Now after carefully have been doing this you reach the end of it. And there you have found the person which it belongs to whose story we will follow.

    This person despite being covered by a simple worn brown robe walked with the confidence and dignity of one wearing a robe embroidered with the most fantastic colors and embroidery upon it with the tiniest gemstones possible outlining each and every design.
    Nothing could be seen beneath it, only revealing the white skinned arms up to the wrists as the hands also were covered with a pair of brown gloves. Nothing anyone would ever have wanted to get their hands on except one item that wasn’t concealed, the midnight black sheet hanging at his back giving the perfect contrast to the silver snakes upon it as the sun shone at them leaving them as sparkly as the stars in the night sky.

    A sharp painful whistle right next to this persons head lead him to turn it slowly sideways towards the source of that piercing sound, a fairy which emitted a mild blue light.

    “Do you want something Direya?” He said as he made a small unnoticeable motion with his hand.
    “No I just whistle into your ear for fun…. Actually that was meant as sarcastic but its true isn’t it?”
    “Unfortunately yes” Andrim sighed and before she could avoid snatched her in his hand and put her on his shoulder just as they arrived at their destination. A small but elegantly made stone house in the richer district closeby to where the council resided.

    Knocking on the door he stood there waiting before a muffled “come in” escaped through it.

    The inside of the building was light not only because the two windows on each side of the door let the sunlight in but as on each side of the desk there were two lanterns which shone with a yellow glow which eliminated the room and reached every corner of it, giving an comfortable and hospital atmosphere.

    Or that be the case if not for the dwarf who kept reading through his file in its glow. The Dwarf were of the same stature as every other dwarf and by age his hair had already turned snow white with many wrinkles accompanying this sign of age on his forehead. Yet Andrim knew the fire in his eyes wouldn’t have dimmed one bit from last time he saw him.
    Walking over to his desk Andrim politely stood there and waited for the dwarf to read through his file and deign his presence with some acknowledgement.

    Finally finishing his paper he laid it down with a sigh and first now looking up to find out had come in, as if the paper was filled with such news he couldn’t even spare a single glance at the intruder until finished.
    “Andrim is it? What has brought you here? From what I know you haven’t any work at present that requires you to report to me”.

    “I have not. That’s the reason why we came here Pirn. I wish to return to Nayru for some time but before that I want to know if my service is required anywhere else before I go”.

    "We?" he spoke sceptically, looking around as if he couldn't see the fairy.

    "That means me Pirn. I hope you haven't forgotten about me" Direye spoke in the same polite way as Andrim was.

    Rubbing his forehead Pirn looked slightly annoyed at the both of them “yes yes, the fairy as well. But no matter if you're two or a hundred I say the same as then. You do not need to see me every time you want to go somewhere. You’re not officially employed by us so there’s no reason why you must come and bother me every time you want to go somewhere. If you havn’t been commissioned any work from me I don’t care whether you decide to travel to the nether world itself to free Xarxes himself. Just go and I wouldn’t think anything about it”.

    “Yet" Andrim began in the same polite tone of voice "even if I’m not employed I wish to serve for our peoples benefit in any way I can incase the council doesn’t have the power to take care of any problems on their own at the moment. But if there’s not anything of the sort I would visit my parents”.

    At the mention of his parents Pirn seemed to soften up for a bit before returning to his same old irritable outlook, maybe it was just the play of light upon his face creating the second long illusion.

    “It’s good to honor your parents. And believe it or not but we can actually do without your help, the biggest problem we got is a few tainted at most and the council does got enough people to take care of that”. Taking out another paper he scribbled furiously for a few seconds before ripping it out and handing it over to him.

    "Now take this and get out. I got enough work as it is without someone thinking the council would collapse without his aid. You got leave for as long as you like if it makes you get out and leave me alone.”.

    Making a short courteous bow Andrim continued “thank you. I assure I meant no insult towards the council. We be leaving then”.

    Muttering something illegible Pirn left it at that and Andrim and Direya went out and closed the door behind them.

    “What an sour old geezer, talk about being rude for no reason. I seriously hate having to be polite at times like that and you know it. Leave me outside next time would ya?”

    Walking some further distance from the old sour geezer in question until they were safely enshrouded in the crowd in which any attempts at eavesdropping would end up in it being interrupted from somebody elses conversation. Still Andrim made his voice just a winter days breath from a whisper.

    “We have been doing this for years Direya. You should have gotten used to it by now. At present I merely wish to gain everyone’s trust”.

    Turning her head and spitting to the side, something the size of a raindrop that nobody would notice but the gesture was obvious.
    “You mean being an completely unambitious person who merely wish to help and serve anyone of some importance as their knee dog without any thought of yourself and who sooner slit his own throat then do something to endanger anyone?”

    Some silence passed between them as they kept on walking through the crowds towards the house in which they left their supplies.

    “Is that what I look like in your eyes?

    “Yes it is Andrim”.

    Letting his lips form in a small satisfied smile as he casted a last glance over to where the elder council resided “Then we done a good job”.
    Direya nodded in agreement with a cocky smile of her own plastered on her tiny face “yes we have”.

    This was several weeks ago.

    The traveler made his slow and weary way through the city of Nayru with its wonderful buildings and it only took a eye glance towards the tree tops to see the homes of the dark elfs to imagine what a wonderful view they must have, Nary was beautiful enough from ground level only.

    Passing through the market square the degree of noise, shouts and eager dealing was deafening in contrast to the relative quiet of the forest, the relative part sitting on his shoulder casted glances here and there. Both of them thought the same thing as they saw several merchants trying to sell moon day trinkets for the upcoming night. They had made it in time.

    Finally reaching their destination they stopped before a stone cast house which unlike the rest of the buildings were not decorated by any wood or stone but by beautiful metallic ornaments which if there were any thief’s with a handy pick would certainly not have lasted another night.

    Clutching his hand Andrim knocked three times at the door and stood there waiting until it was swung open without warning. The elf having opened it was in his middle age but with as muscular a body as anyone could ever have wished for regardless of age. The hair being an odd mixture of black and brown which rest on the top of his head as it was cut so short that it didn’t even reach his ears. His hands were rough from being calloused and burnt at places from years of practice in employing his profession.

    They both looked each other in the eyes, grey against green which almost seemed to flare up with the very flames he took advantage of in his trade as he watched Andrim. They stood there for what felt like several minutes until the older elf spoke. “Welcome home son”.
    “Good to see you father”.
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    And the wheels turn
    To fortify a design of free will

    We test, we form, we fear, we tilt
    We strive, we fall, we want, we kill
    And we hail, and we doubt
    And with all wasted
    We heal.

    - - - - - - -

    ~Open your eyes...


    He breathed heavily.

    In his hand, beaming, glittering he held the blade. It was light, so very light, despite the blood clinging to it.

    - - - - - - -

    The battle had lasted long.

    He had lost count of how many he had slain. Those with and without hearts. They had caused so much suffering to his heart, making way for scorching anger, blazing pain and smouldering hate. There was no room for innocence...not in this tale.

    He had not been able to protect his friends.

    The blade had been light, light as it hurtled down on his enemies.
    Through his enemies.
    Cutting new paths into ravaging madness...

    He had wanted to see them suffer.

    ...passion turning into rage...

    He had wanted them to die.

    ...ringing with the sound of fatality as his adversaries, those who still could, screamed in fear...

    One by one he had wanted them to pay for what they had done.

    ...echoing through his being and vibrating to the very tips of his weapon, a mere extension of revenge on them.

    Every body still left. Destroyed.
    Every heart still unscathed. Vanished. Completely.
    Every hope within his soul. Extinguished. Forever...

    Only emptiness remained.

    And the Colosseum that stood before him.

    - - - - - - -

    He merited the name of “Lun” no longer.

    And over his dirty and bloody stained face a single tear made its way to fall on a devastated ground.

    - - - - - - -




    “Falteer. Get ye arse up and moving! There’s a nightkin problem in the pantry.”

    “Lord Falteer, it is about time you do rise, it is...I believe....” Arwen thumbed around in her bag which held an assortment of survival gear which, from time to time, proved very, very useful.

    “Quarter past one in the afternoon...”
    Alas there was still no reply from the dark elf who would not reply to his slaver, or, more importantly his fairy guide.

    A lock clicked open which belonged to a door on the far opposite side of the room, and then stepped in Falteer's slave driver. “Do not make me repeat myself champion!” he grunted. A groan came from the ever weary Falteer as he winked open his EYES to stare at the blank cauldron wall in front of him. Prising himself from his sleep Falteer got up off of the piles of hay which made his makeshift bed. “I'm sorry, I must have been having a lucid dream...” Falteer failed to imitate a heart-warming smile as he held his wrists out in front of him.

    The slave driver uneasily cleared his throat.
    “I can't do much with my hands and feet bound now can I?” Falteer half smiled.

    The slave driver took three confident strides inside the cell and unlocked the braces that bound restricted Falteer from moving. “Now...” Falteer began. “A nightkin problem I believe you said? Did they escape from the animal cells?.” The slaver looked Falteer up and down before replying. “Yes, you are pretty quick for a dark elf aren't you?.” Falteer smiled once again. “You will need your weapons won't you? Here's your itinerary for the day...You don't have to much to do today apart from a few chores and a Colosseum battle...You will be paired up with your familiar for it seeing as you are against four other foes...”

    “My familiar has a name. It is Jovan.” The name rolled off of Falteer's tongue and burned into the air leaving a cold chill. “Yes...Jovan...” the slaver winced. “You know I respect you Falteer, I have a lot of money riding on you today, so make sure you put on a good show, if you will not be able to afford the little luxuries you have at the moment!” the guard turned his back on Falteer and exited the cell. “This way” he said looking back.

    “Lord Falteer, lemme see the itinerary for today!” Arwen the fairy quickly scanned over the text that the piece of worn paper contained. “Looks good! After you take care of the nightkin its straight to the Colosseum battle, so you will have to go to the animal cells to get Jovan!”.

    Arwen paused to breathe as she read over the rest of the text. “Then...You have to run a few errands for your master in the market...they will probably re-shackle you once you go outside...”

    Falteer sighed. “I haven't seen the outside in a while, it would be great to be able to see the city outside of these claustrophobic walls.” Falteer left the room and followed quickly after the slave driver who seemed to be talking to him not realising he was not actually there. “Here we are!..” he said. “Get your belongings from the proprietor and hurry up! Those nasty little devils can cause a hell of a ruckus, and the chefs are refusing to cook because of the minor infestation.”

    Falteer opened the door to the armoury and walked over to the proprietor. The room was laden wall to wall with suits of armour and weapon racks. The centre of the room however was very spacious, enough room to fit a few elephants. The only thing of notice in the centre of the room was the antique rug that looked like it was hiding something. Falteer always wanted to test his theory and move the rug...but, alas, that would be a bad idea.

    On the opposite corner of the room was a cage where all the gladiators personal equipment was stored. It contained all the belongings which they had on them before they entered the Colosseum, and that meant that through those cold wrought bars of iron, somewhere Falteer's most treasured item lay.

    “Falteer! What can I do for you today?! I've put two silver rupees on your name! That was a years salary! You're going to make me a rich man today...” the proprietor smiled cheekily. “Don't worry Balen” Falteer returned the smile. “You will be able to leave this place after today a very wealthy man. Jovan has never let me down once before, and I doubt she will do today either.”

    “My weapons and armour please.” Falteer pointed to his belongings that were perched on their own personal rack. The proprietor now known as Balen nodded and went to gather his belongings which contained his bow, his sword and his flexible leather armour.

    Five minutes had passed by the time Falteer was fully equipped with his armour and weapons. He didn't want to spare any minute longer so he quickly made a dash for the pantry. “I'll catch you later Balen!” Falteer waved him off.

    A few moments later and a dozen corridors past, Falteer finally made it to the pantry where the supposed nightkin threat was being staged. “Watch yourself now Arwen, you know not to glare into their eyes or they will temporarily paralyse you!”.

    “I don't get it Falteer...You said that the nightkin threat was rather small...but...they are one of the most hellish kind of beasts I've ever seen you take on in the Colosseum!” Arwen shuddered at the sheer thought of them. “Don't worry Arwen, you know me! I'm going to put these beasts down.”

    Falteer opened the door to the pantry to see four of the beats rummaging through the sacks of wheat which were stacked on top of each other on the other side of the room. Nightkin. They stood on all fours like a dog, but had the appearance that belonged to a reptiles, followed by fangs, claws and fins that lined their back. Their most threatening trait however were their eyes. Red hellish eyes that could look into ones soul and know their deepest darkest secrets.

    Falteer swiftly took out his bow and nailed a few well placed arrows on one of the beasts neck, instantly dropping it. “One down, three to go!”. This soon caught the attention of the other nightkin who grimaced their fangs to Falteer and immediately went for the kill. Falteer dodged the first swarm of strikes and sheathed his bow quickly. He then took out Aegis, his sword and began to fend off their blows.

    Falteer quickly saw the chance to take down another nightkin and did so with one hack of his sword. He then quickly shifted his feet and turned behind him to see another one of the beasts ready to pounce on him. Falteer quickly threw his sword at the beast, sawing the poor hound in half right through the centre. One left. He thought to himself. The dark elf looked around but there was no sign of the other creature. He quickly went to pick up his sword but alas there it was.

    “Falteer! Behind you!” Arwen hollared.

    With not much time Falteer rolled towards his blade and turned around to see the already airborne beast coming straight for him. “Amnaste...” Falteer muttered. He then plunged the sword straight through the beasts mouth, impaling it on impact.

    “Looks like we're having nightkin for dinner” Falteer smiled at the breathless fairy.

    “Don't scare me like that...EVER...again!” Arwen shouted as she kicked Falteer square in the cheek.

    “Hey! That....tickled” he chuckled to himself. “That's the first time I've seen you show real emotion in a long time Falteer...” Arwen pointed out.

    Falteer then returned to his expressionless mood once more.


    - - - - - -

    The magnificent Colosseum in all its splendour awaited Falteer on the other side of the gate that stood before him. He could already hear the crowds amassing to see his already predetermined victory against the four foes that have been pit against him. He wondered what they were going to be this time. The regular four bandits that needed punishing for the less than popular deeds? Or was it going to be a little more exotic this time, cannibal beastkin perhaps...Falteer dazed out of his daydream and awaited his announcement that would always put the crowd on their feet once they heard who would be doing the punishing today.

    The gate that prevented Falteer from entering the arena began to open. He looked down beside him to see Jovan waiting with him. “That's a good girl...” he said as he petted her to which she responded to with a husky purr. A Xeloain. The most loyal and largest tamed pet in all of Amn that any home owner would love to own. A cross between a dragon and a panther. Black scales and fur protruding the entire animals body followed with a tail that was about half a length of her entire body. Small wings tucked underneath the exotic creatures belly which also served as armour as well as a method of transport. The animal possessed an elongated face which was inherited from the dragon, with sharp teeth bearing from the animals mouth. A noble creature. Not the most prettiest, but not the most unfriendliest creature either.

    The gate had finally been drawn open and Falteer slowly stepped into the arena to be welcomed with a humongous uproar from the crowd. “Ladies and Gentleman! Allow me to present to you... The champion of Kirkwall!! Falteer Kuriki!!!”

    Falteer chuckled. “Now there's a story I haven't relived in a long time...”

    Standing in the centre of the arena Falteer, followed by his familiar Jovan and his fairy Arwen, they awaited the arrival of the opposing foes they would be fighting for today.

    The gates to the opposite side of the arena began to slowly open. Falteer squinted his eyes as he looked over yonder. Four large inhuman figures stomped into the arena.

    “No...” Falteer exclaimed.

    Arwen winced. “C-Can it be?!”

    “It appears so Arwen...Draken.”

    "...Now THESE...are the most hellish creatures I've seen you fight in the Colosseum with!"

    "This is no time to joke Arwen..."

    Four humanoid dragons stood before Falteer. Tainted Draken. Once noble and exotic beasts which thrived on the edges of Qualus approximately 100 years ago before being drove to near extinction by loss of female companions within the race. Draken however, do not possess the knowledge to speak or possess logical thought, they survive on instinct. It had been rumoured that the Draken were becoming tainted by the Abyss...but to actually see one was a bewildering sight.

    Not sparing another moments loss Falteer quickly grabbed his sword and unsheathed it from his buckle.

    He then dashed towards them to begin the battle which would be remembered for years to come...

    Falteer could already sense his presence.


    They have met numerous times before but haven't ever actually come under direct contact with eachother. They both just know one thing about eachother. They are both Nilak's Apprentices.

    Balthazar had better had hold onto his seat, because Falteer was going to give him something to finally open his mouth and yak about.

    Falteer quickly dashed towards the Draken ahead of him. One of them dashed towards him as well, this would set the pace for the battle. Falteer waved his blade above his head and brought it back down in a swift diagonal motion to slice it through the creatures centre mass.

    Too slow. The Draken beat its wings, quickly side stepping and dodging Falteer's first attack. It would seem the Draken would connect the first blow.


    Falteer heaved as the Draken punched him swiftly in the ribs, knocking whatever air he had in his lungs straight out of him. He stumbled on his loose feet, just managing to stand up. It was Jovan's turn. Jovan saw her chance to strike on the creature's neck, ripping at its throat. Blood trickled from it as it fell to a bloody pulp on the floor.

    “Not...the best start!” Falteer grumbled as he regained his balance. “Okay. No more cheap shots!”

    Falteer threw his sword to the ground and joined his two thumbs and index fingers together to give flame to his magic art. Thunder's Wake.

    Falteer muttered a few chants underneath his breath and brought his hands down by his side. He looked at two of the Drakens ahead of him and quickly brought his hands back up. A massive jolt of electricity left his hands and travelled across the Colosseum, finally meeting with two of the Drakens at the far end. They were instantly fried to a crisp before they could even know what had hit them.

    “One more...” he said. He was already exhausted from the use of the magic art, but that first strike took its toll on him. Falteer picked up his sword and charged towards the last Draken, screaming at the top of his lungs.

    They both connected with their swords, deflecting each others attempts to kill each other. Sparks flew off of their blades. They were colliding too fast for the audience to even know what was going on. Falteer quickly swept his feet along the ground, kicking up a nearby pebble and catching it in his hand. His quickly paced back and chucked it square between the Draken's eyes. It stumbled, leaving Falteer the perfect opportunity to strike.

    He dashed towards his foe, hitting the tainted creature square in the stomach with the handle of his blade. He then proceeded to chop off both arms of the enemy and brought his sword to the now kneeling creature's head.

    It was now for the audience to decide this creature's fate...

    “LET IT DIE!”

    “LET IT DIE!”

    “LET IT DIE!”

    The audience chanted. “So be it...” Falteer muttered. He slit the Draken's throat, and lay it down on the floor. “Esta e' seere” he said before closing the poor souls eyes.
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    Verse One
    ~New Moon~
    Nayru, City of the Elves

    The day has started, it has already went past noon and it is slowly itching itself towards the Eve of Moon Day. Eight characters in total have jumped right into the vortex of Amn, each of them doing whatever they can in order to advance in their lives. Some do small tasks for others in order to gain wealth while others fight for their lives in order to survive. Some heroically stand up to defend others while some only linger in the shadows as if they didn't even exist. Lastly there are those who do their job like a professional, and those who just want to spend time with their friends and family. There isn't a single side to all of these characters who have arrived here, each of them bear burdens of their own pasts and each of them strive to become something better than what they are now.

    The cogs have started functioning, slowly all these characters are being pulled towards their ultimate destination. Slowly, three figures are making their move with a hero leading them. The next question is.. what does it mean? What is going to happen that will destroy the serenity of everyones' lives? What will Amn's future look like.. ?

    Kinrai looked at his mother with firm eyes. He had waited to ask a single question from her, finally she had calmed down a bit. Issat was floating right above Kinrai's left shoulder with a slight frown on her face, the green glow from her was slightly turning into light blue. Liana looked at Kinrai with a slightly confused face, last time Kinrai had looked so serious was when his father had abandoned him.
    It was years ago but still Liana could remember it like it was yesterday. The crushed look on Kinrai's face when she told him that his father had left and would not return anytime soon, if ever, left an everlasting impression on Liana. Somehow, right now Kinrai resembled his father for the first time.

    Kinrai: ”Mother.. I must ask you something. It's about father”
    Liana: ”Why.. ? I thought you had let go of it already”
    Kinrai: ”On the contrary, the fire burns brighter than ever before inside me mother”
    Liana: ”I-I see..”
    Issat: ”Please master, must you bring him up? Hasn't he caus-”
    Kinrai: ”Silence Issat!”
    Liana: ”Kinrai! Don't shout at her like that!”
    Kinrai: ”Where is he? Where is father? I must know mother!! You never told me, he never told me.. no one ever told me!”
    Liana: ”W-well he is a member of the Elder Council so most likely he's in Monark”
    Kinrai: ”Monark.. I must go there mother. I must see father.. an-”
    Liana: ”And what Kinrai? What will you accomplish from going there?! There is no point lingering in the past!! Forget about Kinos, he is not your father anymore!”
    Kinrai: ”You won't change my mind mother. I will leave as soon as I can. I have to know the truth”
    Liana: ”The truth.. ?! The truth will only bring more pain to you!”
    Kinrai: ”I don't care, I just want the truth”
    Liana: ”K-Kinrai..”

    Kinrai soon left with Issat silently following behind him. He went outside of the palace and descended the stairs to the city level. Instead of walking through the market area again, he chose to circle around the colosseum. The colosseum split the center of the city. The western side had the market area and most of the high elf homes while the eastern side was a tad less luxurious.

    The eastern side wasn't a slum area at all, it just wasn't quite as brilliant as the west side. The east side had a few shops here and there but the reason why people came to the east side was not the shops, it was the schools and different activities. The east side had much more space than the west side much because the market stands had a bad habit of taking a huge space. There were two schools in Nayru, both which were located in the east side.

    The first school was the school of Magic Arts. There everyone could learn the basics of creating a Magic Art for themselves. The school had one distinctive thing on it which separated it from the other similar looking white and round houses: A bowl with an eternal flame on it.
    The fire was never put out, and in fact it was actually hard to put out since it wasn't regular fire. The fire was sustained with magic and the source of it was a certain sphere located in a half-moon shaped storage made of glass under the city of Nayru.
    There were many spheres inside this storage, all of which sustained different parts of ”life” in Nayru, for example the fireflies in the streetlanterns.

    Kinrai himself went to this school on his early years but never really got the hang of it. The way they taught the Arts was very theoretical which in terms wasn't something Kinrai was best at. There was only little of practical study because of the hazards the Arts can cause, and also because everyone were so inexperienced. It was understandable of course since if someone invented an especially devastating Magic Art and couldn't control it, it would spell disaster to the city of Nayru.

    The second school was for the hunters who brought in most of the food. The school was located right beside the school of Magic Arts, and it also had a single distinguishing element in it which separated it from others. The school had three hovering blue crystals above it which all had a sort of hourglass inside them.

    From what Kinrai had gathered, the hourglasses represented the apperance of the moons. There was one hourglass for each moon, and whenever one rotated around it meant that one of the moons was up. Apparently the moons were important for hunters due to their influence on the wild animals in the forest of Auburn. Kinrai didn't know much more about it but he could of course ask if he felt like it someday.

    Kinrai walked past the two schools and was on his way back home when he saw someone familiar standing near the entrance of the colosseum..

    In the Past

    Nilak: ”Have you ever been to the colosseum Kinrai?”
    Kinrai: ”No, I haven't. I don't like bloodshed really”
    Nilak: ”Hmm.. ? Interesting. So you belong to one of those who dislike fighting? But why did you want to become my app-”
    Kinrai: ”Stop right there Nilak. I said I don't like bloodshed, not fighting. Besides I want to learn to defend myself, not how to kill things”
    Nilak: ”Kinrai!”
    He pound Kinrai's head rather hard.
    Nilak: ”Never interrupt your master! It is one of the basic rules of-”
    Kinrai: ”Yeah, yeah I kno-”
    Nilak pound Kinrai's head again.
    Nilak: ”There you go again. What will I ever do with you?”
    Kinrai: ”Well first off stop hitting me, then you could finally show the colosseum for me”
    Nilak: ”You remind me of myself when I was young Kinrai.. completely irrational at times and a real loghead to be blunt”
    Kinrai: ”A loghead?! Come on! Don't I have any respect around here?”
    Nilak: ”Haha! Come on, you might even meet Balthazar and Falteer”
    Kinrai: ”Wow.. really? Now I'm really excited! Let's go already!”

    The past fades back into memories yet again..

    The figure standing near the colosseum was Balthazar. That huge stature and coal black hair were always an easy giveaway of him. Also the two katanas and multitude of tattoos were something to easy recognize him from. It looked like he was going to the colosseum, but he wasn't going to fight, he was going to watch.
    At least that's what Kinrai figured from the way Balthazar paid in order to get inside. Kinrai hadn't even once seen Balthazar fight in the colosseum, it was probably since Kinrai was still a mere child when Balthazar was fighting there. Not once had Kinrai talked to Balthazar but he sure knew who he was.

    Soon after Balthazar's entry to the colosseum, a huge roaring started echoing from inside. Kinrai could only guess who it was this time. Instead of looking into it further, Kinrai started heading towards his home. On the way he however realized that he would need something if he wanted to cross through the forest of Auburn and lava pits of Onomu.

    A map of Amn, that's what he needed. Of course a simple way would've been just to buy it from the local merchants in the market area but you could never be 100% sure if the map was genuine or not. Thus, Kinrai decided to head into the Elven Library for it had the largest collection of maps one could possibly imagine.

    Kinrai looked up into the sky and noticed how the sun had reached it's peak already. From here on it would start descending and eventually be swallowed by the horizon in order to make way for the three moons: Satir, Ura and Pent. Kinrai figured he might not be able to leave today yet because searching for the best map from library would take it's time.

    He had around 200 Rupees to spare for the map, hopefully it would be enough. Once he reached the gate which lead into the Elven Library, Kinrai stopped for a second and turned to face the city again. Issat landed on Kinrai's left shoulder and sat there silently. She hadn't said a word the whole time. Kinrai was just silently watching the city, as if waiting for something.

    Kinrai: ”Soon I'll leave this place..”
    Issat: ”...”
    Kinrai: ”Issat? What's wrong?”
    Issat: ”I.. apologize for my terrible behaviour earlier master. Please forgive me”
    Kinrai: ”..!! No, no! The fault was mine. I got carried away too much.. it's just that whenever I even think of father, this overwhelming feeling of anger takes over me”
    Issat: ”If you hate him so much, why do you want to meet him then.. ?”
    Kinrai: ”You wouldn't understand Issat, you've never had a father who abandoned you for no reason”
    Issat: ”I know I couldn't possibly imagine what it's like but at least let me try master!”
    Kinrai: ”Don't trouble yourself so much over me”
    Issat: ”But that is my duty as your fairy!”
    Kinrai: ”.. Let's just go look for that map”

    Kinrai walked inside the Elven Library, went past the kind looking receptionist with glasses and flowing brown hair, and started browsing through the categories from the shelves.

    Transition to Nilak

    Nilak stood up from the pedestal in front of the statue of Valham. He looked at the statue silently for a while before leaving some kind of memento on it. The memento was a golden bracelet with intricate carvings in it, most of them which resembled dragons. It most likely had belonged to Valham at some given point and he had given it to Nilak for an unknown reason.

    Nilak glanced at the forest surrounding the statue.. it was peaceful. It was one of those places where you could feel at ease, where you could just stand still and listen to the soothing sounds of nature. The most noise was caused by the nearby hot spring, from the spot where the water flowed into the spring. The water was already hot as it flowed down, it was coming from as far away as the Nihil Mountains. It was odd since you wouldn't expect a cold place like that have hot water flowing freely.

    Nilak turned around and head back in to the city of Nayru. It seemed his mind was boggled with something terrible, for he looked like he was suffering from making a single step. When he reached Nayru, a crowd of people instantly gathered around him. Nilak quickly hid his anguish as the people got closer.
    They wanted to hear Nilak's amazing stories however this time Nilak could only offer a warm smile for them, nothing else. He walked further into the city and arrived to Kinrai's home. He looked inside the window and saw Kinrai wasn't home right now. The roaring from the colosseum made Nilak turn around and look at the colosseum. Perhaps Kinrai had finally gone himself there? He knew both his older apprentices were in the colosseum, there was no real way to prove but he just knew it.

    Soon he jumped and flew into one of the homes located in the trees. Nilak's home tree was the one most close to the colosseum. He could observe the colosseum from there just as well as anyone observed it from the crowd seats inside the colosseum. His home was a simple one, it was a tad bigger than your average tree home however. There were two actual rooms in it: the bedroom and the kitchen. There was also the balcony where he observed the colosseum from.
    As soon as he turned his sights to the colosseum, he saw Falteer and Balthazar. Falteer was fighting a couple of Drakens, one of the most deadliest of species in Amn, however Nilak wasn't able to make out whether they were grown-ups or still on their early stages. Balthazar on the other hand was only observing from the crowd.

    Falteer's black cape and silver hair fluttered in the wind as he fought against the Drakens. He also had his familiar with him, Jovan, the deadly lizard-like creature which could rip someone's arm off with a single bite. Nilak always complimented Falteer on how well he worked together with his familiar, they fought in sync very well most of the time. It wasn't easy to raise a familiar as deadly as Jovan to be your loyal companion in battle. Falteer had taken one or two hits from the Drakens from the looks of it, somehow his movement slowed down at some point. Nilak hadn't seen it but he was quite sure of it.

    Witnessing Falteer's Magic Art was always a sight to behold, it instantly turned the strongest of things into ash. However using it while there still were more than one enemy might've been a tad careless. In the end Falteer remained triumphant and the crowd demanded the defenseless beast to be slain rather than letting it go.
    Drakens had one deadly trait about them which made them that much harder to kill. They could grow their arms and legs back if they were cut off, just like lizards can grow their tail back. Falteer chose to slay the beast, in which Nilak only watched.

    Nilak: ”Anything to please the crowd, right Falteer? It's the only way for a gladiator, or rather a prisoner”

    Nilak said this to himself really since there was really no way for anyone to hear it. Naturally this beast's life would've been ended whether or not Falteer had slain it or not. The Draken were considered Tainted, thus they were killed on sight. Some of the lucky ones could get into the colosseum, just to be butchered by the gladiators. The colosseum was turning more violent, however thankfully the most violent of battles were held at night. Nilak knew it, for he attended them most of the time.

    Nilak: ”Tonight will be the last time I attend the night fights..”
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    Ducking under thick branches and trudging through the foaming growth within the forest of Auburn, Vita and Oren finally reached the main road. Behind them were many paths that connected villages and cities to it. Thus, it was no surprise to discover a swarm of all kinds of people, from haggard elders to curious youngsters, wealthy aristocrates seeking wealth, and even paupers hoping to accomplish a long forgotten dream. Children raced each other, creating obstacles from merchants hauling their bountiful goods. It was organized chaos, no order despite everyone and everything heading towards Nayru. Even so, a soaked moon elf and a distinct fairy could easily blend into the wide range of elves, dwarfs, and other races heading up the white spiral of stairs to Nayru. Oren wasted no time taking advantage of the situation, calling for Vita to follow him and struggling to get her to move.

    "Come on, Vita! Those steps have a magical attribute to them as well. It cuts the journey from the forest of Auburn to Nayru, which saves a lot more time than, say, climbing--"

    "I already gave you the satisfaction of winning our dispute, so please...hush!" Vita motioned her finger towards Oren, lightly pressing the tip of her finger to his lips while making sure she didn't harm him in the process. Then she sighed, replying, "you were right. Because of you, we can arrive at the library before nightfall. Thank you, Oren."

    "Heh, it's my duty to direct my master upon the right path. As long as you listen to me, there's no need to thank me. Now, ownward--"

    "Oh my!" Oren backed into a petite, aged elf with eyes of golden sunshine filled with concern and surprise. She was quite humble, catching Oren in her wrinkly, large hands as he started to falter in mid-air. A smile as warm as her kindred eyes was proof enough of her pure soul. She waited patiently for Oren to adjust himself and flutter to Vita's side before shuffling away from the two.

    "Th-thank you very much, u-um..." Vita managed to regain the elder's attention, her fumbling for words delighting the woman.

    "Amelia. I don't mind being addressed by my first name. May I ask who the two of you are?"
    "Nice to meet you, Amelia. My name is Vita Vero, and my companion is--"
    "Hi, I'm Oren. It seems we all are headed to Nayru. Why are you going there, Amelia?"

    "Oren!" Vita scowled at Oren's lack of maturity, regretting his manner of talking without thinking. "Amelia's reason for heading to Nayru is personal. We shouldn't question her too much."

    "Your so unfun! You don't mind, right, Amelia?"

    "Heh-heh. No, I don't mind at all." Amelia nodded her head, reminiscing about the events that occured before she set out for Nayru. "I hope to meet my darling granddaughter." The jubilance in her voice became a sorrowful note. Regret? It was hard to tell, for after a few seconds, her eyes twinkled with joy yet again. "Seven years have passed since I last saw my son. He was such an adventurous lad, running to and fro. A letter from him arrived two days ago." As Amelia spoke, a piece of crumbled paper was removed from her coat pocket. It was evident that she had read it many times. "What better way to reunite with your family than to celebrate the day a precious child was born, especially when that day happens to fall on Moon Day? Why, I am practically bursting with excitement!"

    Some time had passed during the lengthy story Amelia told to Vita and Oren, who both remained quiet throughout it. When she finally finished, they all made it safely into Nayru. It didn't take them long to realize they would split ways. Amelia's family resided in the western half, which was in the opposite direction of the Elven Library. Vita couldn't afford delaying another second away, so she promised (after much persuasion) that once she found what she was looking for, she would spend the peak of Moon Day with Amelia and her family. As they bid each other adieu, Amelia handed Vita a finely knitted shawl, with patterns of Satir, Ura, and Pent lined together on a black background. Apparently, it was a duplicate, for its twin stuck out of the sack of treasures on Amelia's back, its only difference being a mystical, midnight blue background.

    "Even though your dress must have dried a tad, I couldn't very well let you walk around once the chill of night passes over Nayru."
    "You are very kind, but I couldn't accept such a gift."

    "Nonsense! Besides, it would be dreadful if you didn't keep your promise. By offering you this wonderful shawl, you'll have no choice but to visit me and my family. Now, you could decline this exchange, but then my woeful heart will be crushed."

    "Vita, you wouldn't take away Amelia's happiness before she reunites with her granddaughter, would you?" Oren hovered over Amelia's shoulder and together they flashed puppy dog eyes at Vita. "Her heart would be so swollen with regret that she wouldn't have the will to move!"

    "That's right. I'll warm your body with this shawl, and you'll warm my soul by coming with me to celebrate my granddaughter's birthday."
    "Don't you realize how similar you two are, Vita? Amelia must be so nervous! Her son is much older, and she hasn't even met her granddaughter!"
    "Oren is absolutely right! Why, it is like meeting strangers who you are suppose to know."
    "Yeah, and you'll finally know what a family--"

    "I understand!" Biting her lip at the loudness of her voice, Vita forced a smile, taking the shawl gratefully. "I will use this shawl as my side of our oath. We shall meet again just before nightfall."

    Keeping her head lowered, Vita hurried passed the many stalls, beckoning for Oren to follow. Some words came from Amelia, but they were mere sounds in Vita's ears. Not another word was spoken, and Oren could only assume the tension trailing all the way to the entrance of the Elven Library was his fault. Gasping at the force applied to the door and the strained smile at the unfortunate receptionist, Oren apologized several times for the commotion before returning to Vita's side as swiftly as possible.

    "Why are you so mad?"
    "I'm not--...I'm not mad. I heart feels...strange."

    Averting her eyes, Vita traced the interior of the Elven Library. The entrance was shaped like that of an oval, which lead into the larger, round space beyound the reception desk, which divided the two shapes from each other. High above her head was a spiral of smooth, auburn wood forming an outline of a tornado. In between the gaps was a crystalline substance that allowed sunlight to bounce upon the shelves and tidy floorboards like glitter. In the center was a flight of stairs that branched out to the left in several directions, leading to the rows of books stacked high upon the walls of the library. To the right were columns of books which lead into shelves of books jetting out of it and smashing into the wall, where even more books spilled from the collision before repeating the process. All in all, the process resembled a bunch of u-shapes linking all the way the wall at the end, which created the inverse corners on each side of the entrance. There were signs which specified which books could be found in which section bobbing in the air. Those signs were shaped in spheres, reflecting the information engraved within it on all sides.

    Beneath one of these signs was a particular elf who had an air about him much different from all the studious individuals around him. His hair could rival the length of Vita's hair, save that her curls were replaced with spikes even more numerous than Oren's locks. Blonde hair sprouted from his scalp, seemingly lighten the further it got from his head, with his bangs colored in reverse order. Although they never made direct eye contact, Vita got the impression of crisp leaves as the hue of his irises. Blinking away her distractions, Vita took one final glimpse at the determined elf before settling her eyes upon a pair of double doors. In front of those elaborant doors, decked with the effort of a master artist that hinted to the riches beyond them, were two stern-looking guards. It was hard to distinguish them from each other, from all the armor they wore to the lances gripped firmly in their hands. Those lances blocked the knowledge that Vita seeked, threatening to banish her if she made one false step.

    "State your name and business." They both spoke in unison, as if they shared thoughts between each other.

    "I am Vita Vero, an active member of the ELA and a respectable moon elf. I have arranged for access into the restricted section. Please step aside."
    "Where is your proof?"
    "Whad'ya mean proof?!"

    "Oren!" Vita lowered her voice, purposedly whispering clearly enough for the guards to hear her. "Know when to hold your tongue, even if you speak the truth."

    "Hmf. If the guards weren't constantly circulated, they would know who we are."
    "Silence, you impudent--"
    "Impudent? Is this how all the guest are treated?!"
    "I understand. Once the sun descends from the sky, so does the hospitality. These guards are merely being cautious, but being overly cautious attracts the greedy and the deceitful. Come, Oren. We shall return when we can be rightfully respected."

    "You dare insult us and leave cursed words lingering upon your departure?!"
    "Curse? We aren't Tainted--"
    "You are welcome to check out any of the general books. However, the restricted area is off limits. If you have no other business, we kindly ask you to leave."
    "We will most certainly not leave, unless either of you know of where I may find 'Voco e Vorago'."
    "V-Voco e Vorago? Ha! That is a book of legends."
    "Nevertheless, it is one legend I hope to uncover. Please step aside."
    "...No. None shall pass, as customary on Moon Day."
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    The crowd was getting pretty excited over the next match. One young dark elf, not a kid of course, was jumping all over the place because of the excitement. Next to the dark elf was a high elf who looked like he could die from boredom. He must've been annoyed out of his wits by the dark elf next to him. Balthazar still wasn't sure who the next contestant was but he had a strong hunch on who it could be.

    Just as the crowd literally exploded in cheers, the next contestant was announced. Balthazar was still sitting while some had rose up from their seats in order to cheer. The next contestant was Falteer Kuriki, a dark elf Balthazar knew because of a single thread between the two: Nilak.

    Not once had the two spoken directly to each other, but both of them knew each other well. After all it was hard not to know the other when you were being trained by the same master. Both, Balthazar and Falteer seemed to sense each other.
    It was that odd feeling just before the name was announced which kept lingering in Balthazar's mind. Falteer was going to battle with his little pet: Jovan. Jovan was a Xeloain, a mix of a panther and a dragon. The two had known each other for a long time, Balthazar could only guess how long.

    Falteer was set against four Draken, a vicious Tainted dragon-like creature. They were exactly those kinds of cust****s you wouldn't want to meet on a lonely night. Balthazar had never seen one in flesh since they were a rather rare sight. It was amazing how they had gotten their hands on a few of them. The necessary precautions had been taken though, it seemed the creatures were not able to fly well even though they possessed wings.

    Now Balthazar felt another familiar feeling, it was as if someone was watching him. It couldn't have been Falteer, he was much too busy getting beat up by the Draken. At least from what Balthazar was able to take a glimpse at. He looked upwards and saw a figure standing on a balcony, more specifically on Nilak's balcony.
    It couldn't have been anyone other than Nilak. He had arrived back into the city from wherever he had been earlier. Something about Nilak's behaviour stood off to Balthazar though, he wasn't his cheerful self. In fact, he hadn't been that in a long time now. He wouldn't say anything to Balthazar though, perhaps he had spoken to Falteer? This could finally be the time when the two could have an actual conversation.

    Balthazar aimed his sight back to the fight and was just able to see Thunder's Wake, Falteer's Magic Art. He sure liked to use it, it certainly wasn't the first time. It desintegrated two of the Drakens in an instant. Only one of them was left, Thunder's Wake had taken it's toll from Falteer but he would never give up. Just like Balthazar, he would fight to the very end.

    The last Draken put up a fight though, sparks seemed to fly all over the place when the two made contact. The fight was settled the moment Falteer was able to make the Draken falter. Swiftly the beast was without arms, and it's head was severed soon after by the crowd's demand.

    Balthazar had seen enough killing for the day, at least he thought so. He made his way out of the colosseum and was about to head home when he remembered that he was supposed to ask about Nilak from Falteer. So instead of heading home, Balthazar turned around and walked inside the colosseum again.
    He took the door which lead to the underground holding cells where all the combatants were. He knew where he was going since he had been there multiple times. There were a few guards posted in the underground area, and as soon as Balthazar entered one of the guards walked over to him.

    ”Are you here as a combatant again?”. The guard seemed to recognize Balthazar, he must've been there when Balthazar was still fighting as a gladiator.
    "No, I'm here to see Falteer Kuriki"
    "He's still in the arena but he'll be back soon"
    ".. I'll wait then". Balthazar started leaning towards a wall and closed his eyes for the time being.

    Meanwhile Inpa was doing one of his heroic deeds of getting rid of rats. He had taken the bag outside of Nayru and was near a cave of sorts. He thought this would be the perfect place to leave the rats. He opened the bag and the stench made him stagger. His eyes rolled upwards and he was about to fall before regaining his composure.

    "Oh my.. GOD! What manner of.. UAAAAH!! Rat droppings! I'm going to die! Shoo! Get away from me!"

    Inpa threw the bag next to the entrance of the cave, only to find out that the cave was occupied. A spine-shattering roar was heard from the depths of the cave, it was like a mix of a bears roar and a pig's squel. In any case, the roar was threatening and Inpa could feel it all the way down in his toes. A huge shadow emerged right in front of the bag, and the bag of rats was swallowed by it in an instant. Inpa was sweating bullets right this moment, the only thing going through his mind was: ”1 + 1 = 2” over and over again. He never acted rational, so what would you expect?

    The beast inhabitating the cave was a Tamba, the mix of a bear and a pig. It had bears fur and head, but it's legs belonged to a pig.. although it also had a pig's head. Both heads were next to each other which made the whole beast look quite bizarre. Nevertheless the beast was the size of a grown man, so you really didn't want to mess with it. Inpa was only able to make slight ”Eep!” noises as he saw the beast in front of him. Soon the Tamba roared again, and before you knew it, was rushing at Inpa. Inpa screamed out loud and started running as fast as he could towards Nayru. In order to prevent the Tamba from catching up to him, he used alchemy to distract the beast.

    By collecting whatever he could from the nature, he was able to create mimics of himself. They weren't that well made due to the rush but they did their part in distracting the Tamba. The beast rip both mimics into shreds with it's bear mouth and then resumed chasing the real one. Next up came a stone wall which the beast quite easily broke through.

    "You gotta be kidding me! I'm a scientist!! I DON'T DESERVE THIIIIIS.. !!"

    That's when the Tamba leaped into the air and aimed itself right at Inpa. Inpa himself could see the shadow which seemed to swallow his own and turned around just to see a pair of sharp teeth glittering in the sunlight.

    "NOOOOooo-.. "
    Calm down people, it's just me.

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    “So what do you want to talk about father? I prefer not to linger too long if not necessary” Andrim spoke. He and his father sat on opposite sides of an table made out of stone while sitting on elegant but worn chairs made from oak.

    The room in which they resided right now, a small but comfy room with a fireplace in it to keep the future chill of winter away. The room seemed to enjoy the blending of the natural and the made. Metal and wood, dead and alive. A wooden outlined wall might suddenly change to a different colored metal and then change back with both wooden and metal out linings in them. It was an odd but strangely attractive arrangement.

    “Don’t be like that son. It’s been ages since I last saw you. What can it be, ten years? And I’m sure your mother would like to see you, pity she’s out right now” he spoke in that loud cheerful voice of his which had been associated with safety during Andrims youth.

    “Afraid I’m busy as usual father. You have to pass my greetings to my mother, but I do need the metal I left in your care. It should have matured by now. Is it where I left it?”

    "Nothing to do about it, you got your own life to live I guess. It’s still there and I been sure to let it get its share of light” he said as he reached into his pocket, unfastened a key from the ring and threw it over to him.
    “Here’s the key, I like you to stay but you never listened to me anyway. Neither now or in the past.
    The merest twitch passed over Andrims face for a fleeting second as the words left his father’s mouth, he knew that all too well.
    Please don’t talk about it father. I been going over it in my mind far too many times already”

    Words, so beautiful, potent and simple but no matter however much you wish to take them back you can’t, no matter how you wish for it. Like now.

    “So we’re letting that other blacksmith take care about the gold Andrim”?

    If Andrim was the type to slap himself that was exactly what he would do, his own little blue bulb of mayhem had struck just after arriving from a tour with his father’s own fairy, which gave of a bronze colored glow.
    The change over his fathers face was instant, the previous smile in his face and warmth in his eyes disappeared “Why would you give it to him?”
    “I made up my mind father”

    “then you won’t change your opinion. Take it and go” was all his father responded to this piece of news before leaving the chair and walking away to some other room with his fairy following him, their reuniting obviously at an awkward end.
    “Was that necessary Direya? We won’t return here any time soon because of that” he said with a sigh, he hadn’t wished to let his father know that particular piece of information.
    Yes it was, if something happens your father won’t get dragged into it. And better he hears it from us than from him”.

    Andrim just gave a brief nod, what she said was true. She did think things through no matter what impression she might give, well she did at most times at least. Flicking his finger towards himself Direya flew over and set her on the usual place at his shoulder as they walked through the living room and towards the door into the storeroom, the most important room in the building next to the workplace.

    Placing the key into the lock he turned it, feeling the lock in the door give way without any resistance he opened to it and walked into a room filled with an blacksmiths dream. Outlining every wall there were shelfs with different metals on each and every one of them. Everything from common copper, iron, tin to the rarer metals consisting of ones like gold, silver and even more. These were as important as trash to Andrim right now. On the wall there were two small metal doors hiding something which actually interested him more than anything put upon the shelf’s.

    Opening them he was pleased with the sight that meet his eyes. There was a brick of white mixed together with a faint beautiful blue, the same color as that of the moonlight that fell down at every moon day. The interesting aspect of this type of white gold was that it grew, almost like a plant, some elf’s had even tried to classify it as one because of this. And if you got your hands on a young specimen like he had and grew it properly the results were outstanding. Comparing the difference between it and a regular sample to a wild flower and one you cultivate yourself would not be misleading. Especially after having been showered in the moonlight for ten long years. Now the light it shone pulsated evenly. Placing his hand on top of it he felt the steady beating. He was glad that he had melted and processed it properly ten years ago.

    Stretching out his hands he carefully picked it up, delighted by the faint warmth which spread in his hands, if he had to choose a favorite metal it would definitively be this one. More radiant and durable than silver and more beautiful than regular gold. When looking at it like this the money invested was a cheap price to pay. Holding his hand over it he concentrated for a moment and felt it grow warmer. Yes everything had been done correctly.

    Placing it into the box he brought with him he left the room and went towards the door to the outside where his father waited for him. “Leave your keys here Andrim, for the time I like you not to have them”. Andrim paused for a moment at the door before stretching out his hand and opening it.
    “Haven’t you noticed father? I left them in my room when I left” and with that he departed from the house he had grown up in and which he doubted he would ever return to.

    A few minutes later he was outside a new house, as well decorated with different designs of metal like if it wanted to compete with his old home. Which was exactly what it wanted, this family and his own had been in a sort of rival relationship for ages and that rivality seemed to have seeped into the very houses during the years, giving constant birth to new designs and looks on them in an everlasting competition. No wonder his father had got upset over his son handing over this work to him instead of to his own flesh and blood.

    The door opened without a sound after he had knocked, it was so massive you would expect the hinges would squeal like a pig at the slaughter but he wasn’t the least surprised at them not giving a sound. And there was the man he seeked, Dref.

    Dref eyed the elf he found outside the door with dislike as he had no problem recognizing him even with the cloak and the changes that come with time. It wasn’t that he had anything against him personally, just that he was the son of the man he had something against. It was the way a dog would view a cat with dislike, it lay on a more primal level than common sense.

    Hello. I would like to have this metal made” Andrim said as he dumped an heavy object into his arms. Eyes widening when opening the box a fragment and realizing what it was that he held, “into these shapes in this way” he finished while handing over to him a couple of papers as well. Without even casting a glance on them he knew this was going to be easy. Because he had no intentions of taking this job.

    “No. I'm not working during a moon festival”
    “I need this done to tomorrow I’m afraid”
    “Hey listen I just told you I refuse. Find some other blacksmith, why should I do this?”
    You’re a blacksmith. I am a cust****. I don’t see the problem. You will do this” he spoke in a way that intoned that it was no longer a matter of his own opinion. He would do this whether he wished or not. And almost as if unconscious about it moved his arms so that his cloak flapped open for a moment to reveal the weapons he carried. Two near identical round blades of some sort, the only difference one being white the other black and one hammer. Suddenly the memory of what his own father had told him once flapped into his mind. That refusing someone with weapons might not be the best carrier choice, still he knew that Andrim was employed by the council so he wouldn’t do anything would he? Still the nervousness that comes to anybody refusing the man with weapons came over him as well.

    “But the moon festival”
    “Will be back in one month”
    Why did those eyes stare so intently at him? It made him feel even worse. It was like he took care to memorize the words and store them for later inspection. He never realized how awful it could be to have someone who really listened to you.

    “You got plenty of”
    Dref began to feel like his brain was an open book, he got answers before he even finished his argument.

    “But I don’t”
    “want to work on an rare metal like this?”
    “That’s not”
    “You mean I should ask my father instead? I’m sure he would be delighted”.
    “No I do it” The words left his mouth so fast it took him a second to understand it was he that said them.
    “Excellent. The payment will be paid when I come back to collect”
    Fine” he said as his shoulders sagged, it appeared he would work during a moon day after all.

    Well goodbye then Andrim. I will stay here. So try anything funny you oaf and I…. I. I get Andrim” Direya finished her input in the conversation she herself had jumped into lamely. Feeling herself how bad a finish this was she continued “Not that I need him, just that it's he who will pay so he should be the one most upset if you do anything. You see and” nodding to his companion Andrim said goodbye to each one of them, interrupting Direya before she dragged him into the blooming argument and left the fairy with an extremely relieved blacksmith who was on more common ground with an honest argument. He felt like he got cheated during the last one.

    Andrim and Direya had already decided she be there just in case anything went wrong. Picking up the papper that Pirn had gave him he shook his head sligthly, that dwarf seemed to love to insult him. Not being employed after the decades he spent in the council, the mere thought of it was laughable. Still he was glad the way his vacation was phrased. "An undetermined time" he now had all the time he needed. Time he could use to visit her. It had been far too long since his last visit.
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    Listless Vice skipped through a thick book with a dark brown cover before closing it with a loud smack and placing it a pile of books that was balancing on the small table next to her. This one wasn’t good either. Flashing her red eyes up to the shelf again she examined the rest of the books that were stored there. Most of them were clothed in a jacket of dust that must have taken at least a year to grow. With her finger raised she glided along the books until she found another title that captured her interest.

    Amn Saecla. (Races of Amn)

    Quickly she scanned the index and skipped past Elves, Dwarfs and Beastkin to find the pages about Inuiks. A frown appeared in her forehead as she read the content of the article. While reading she strolled backwards and kicked a chair back so that she could sit down on it. The chair was pretty dusty too, but Vice didn’t care about that now. She placed her legs on the table, unintentionally hitting the enormous pile of books that was still trying to stay balanced, making it fall over and land with a lot of noise on the ground.

    Hurriedly the owner of the dusty library came running to the noise. Even though he was an elf his face as bleak and bloated, his eyes small and watery, his back crooked like he was carrying a heavy loath. He clearly spent too much time in the pub.

    ‘Is everything all right m’am?’ His voice was weak, just like the man self.

    Irritated that she had been interrupted by her reading Vice looked up. Frightened under the glance of her red eyes, which seemed to glow up in the dusty and dark library, the man backed away slightly.

    ‘Yeah, yeah, fine.’ Vice waved the man away while turning back to her book. Sighing she flipped through the pages. She halted briefly by one of the pictures of the anatomy of an Inuik and examined how the wings were attached to the back.

    The man eyed her wearily, but didn’t move away. Maybe he was afraid to leave her with his books or perhaps he was just too scared to move. It was that Vice couldn’t enter the library without him otherwise she would just have forced the door open. But things weren’t always easy. This library held a spell over it that defended it against unwanted visitors. Without the owner Vice couldn’t deactivate this spell and would she find a closed door or maybe not even a door at all, she wasn’t sure. There were more libraries with this trait as it served for a good protection. Knowledge was dangerous, especially in the hands of those that did not quite understand it. The problem with this spell was only that if the owner died without naming an heir the library could get lost forever. The library in Nayru probably held another method.

    Turning more pages Vice halted briefly by a description of the merpeople, but the book didn’t seem to know much about them. That was a shame. Closing it with a smack resulted in a cloud of dust in her face. She sneezed, rubbed her nose and placed to book on the now empty table (the rest of the books were still on the ground). Then she stood up again and walked back to the shelf under the observing eyes of the owner.

    She knew that he probably tried to figure out what she was up to, but that he was to afraid to ask. It was clear that the library wasn’t that popular by the local people, perhaps because of the small collection of books or the fact that a more proper and bigger library was not too far away.

    She kneeled and looked on the lowest shelves. The books weren’t sorted by name or author or anything at all, which was very frustrating, but also had it good sides. When everything was a mess you most of the time found something you did not expect to see. Not that she expected that much in such a poor library, but, hey, if there was anything that Vice learned the last fifty years than it was that everything was possible. Yet it seemed that this trip had been a waste of her time. Sure, that last book was pretty decent, but the rest utterly failed to intrigue her.

    She rose back on her feet and looked over her shoulder to the man who was still considering his options: walking away or staying.


    The man’s eyes shot towards her.

    Vice rolled her own eyes. ‘Is it safe to say that these are all the books in the library? You don’t have any others that are kept elsewhere or are borrowed at the moment?’

    The man thought about this for a moment. ‘There are two out at the moment.’ His creaky voice sounded hollow in the quiet room. ‘One of them being –‘

    ‘I found something.’

    The man’s sentence was cut short by a dark red fairy that had suddenly appeared above the man’s shoulder. The man, who wasn’t at all prepared for that, jumped up and scoffed to the side.

    ‘What did you find?’ Vice asked curious. Nyx was a rather solemn fairy that tended to sound a bit depressive. She wouldn’t comment on something unless it was worth commenting on. This was actually fine with Vice, who talked enough for the two of them most of the time.

    ‘ “Summoning from the Abyss” ’ Nyx was also always very straight to the point.

    Vice mouth fell open. ‘That can’t be true.’ She said. ‘There is no way that Voco e Vorago is here.’

    ‘I never said it was Voco e Vorago. I said it was called Summoning from the Abyss.’ Nyx floated over to Vice.

    ‘You are aware of the fact that the translation of Voco e Vorago is Summoning from the Abyss, yes?'

    ‘I am.’ Nyx stated. ‘But this is not Voco e Vorage. It is Summoning from the Abyss.’

    Vice sighed. Sometimes Nyx was even worse than she was when it came to being perky. ‘Show me.’

    ‘This way.’ Nyx spread her small wings and lead Vice to the back of the building. The man strolled after them. In the back was a door, hidden behind some piles of books.

    ‘Eh, that place is private, m’am.’ The man tried to comment.

    Vice shot a glance to him as Nyx hovered before a small hole in the door through which she had probably entered.


    Askari in the mean time did his best to find the main square. He had ended up paying for both his and Vice her drinks back at the tavern and he had the feeling that Vice had somehow made him pay those drinks without her being actually there. Slightly pissed now he strolled through the streets of Monark careful not to trip over stones again. He was sure that if he managed to fall again Vice would be there behind him and she would laugh. Loud.

    Now is it a fact that most Beastkin have a good sense of direction. Why this is, isn’t exactly knows. Most of the researchers stated that it was because of their beastlike appearance that made their instincts come out more.

    Askari is probably the only known exception to this trait. His direction skills were far below average which had let too many hilarious (from Vice’s side) and irritating (from Askari’s side) situations in the past. Askari knew that Vice knew that he had a bad sense of direction and he also knew that she knew that he knew that she knew that. It was irritating to say at least. She had left him alone in an unknown and (very) big city probably while knowing that he would get lost. Still she had done it. He was so going to kill her. He could hear her voice already:

    ‘You got lost? How? I told you exactly where you had to be.’

    And he could see her smirk already. He was so not going to let that happen.

    Still it happened.

    How it exactly happened was not clear, at least not to him, but the fact was that an hour later he still hadn’t found the main square and he was currently staring at a sloppy old road with sloppy old houses filled with sloppy old furniture if there was any furniture at all. The stone road had ended long ago.

    With a twitching brow he looked back to where he came from, but the view wasn’t different. How had he ended up here in the first place? He should have noticed that the stone road changed into a sandy one? Grunting he turned around and trudged back. If he just could revisit all the steps he had set than he should come by the same tavern from which he started, should he not?

    ‘Is something the matter, sir?’

    Quickly Askari turned to the side and his catlike eyes narrowed while they glided over a dark elf in sloppy old clothes. Arg! He thought irritated. Everything here is sloppy and old!

    ‘Actually yes, there is.’ He said turning to the elf unaware of the red eyes behind him. ‘You don’t happen to know where the main square is, do ya? I think I’m lo... lo...’ He cursed under his breath. Vice made him say this, it was all her fault. ‘I’m lost.’ He finished.

    The red eyes of the dark elf flickered. ‘I’m sure I can help you find your way.’ He said holding out a hand.

    Relieved Askari shook it. ‘Thanks, you don’t know how much that means to me. So, which way?’

    ‘Just follow me.’ The elf said still holding Askari’s hand as he pulled him towards an even small street. ‘I know a shortcut.’

    And eager Askari followed.
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    Kinrai could feel a pair of eyes behind him, observing what he was doing for a moment. The moment was gone swiftly however, in fact the moment vanished as soon as Kinrai turned to see who the person was. He looked around but was only able to see the hall and the receptionist, who seemed to be busy browsing through a book.
    The library was eerily silent, there were only a few people inside. Not that it was surprising, a lot of people were spending time around the market area and getting ready to celebrate Moon Day. Kinrai turned back to face the shelf he had been studying, only to realize that he was in the wrong section.

    Kinrai: ”Hmm.. Umm.. Do you know where the maps are Issat?”
    Issat: ”Please wait a moment”
    Kinrai: ”Oh, hey I could've just ask-.. Oh well”

    Issat flew high and quickly browsed through the categories in the library with her eyes. Soon she found the map section, it was located on the third floor of the library.
    She descended back on Kinrai's shoulder and pointed him to the right direction. On the way to the spiraling staircase, Kinrai was able to spot a Moon elf having a conversation with a guard. There were two guards standing in front of a sealed room, this specific room was sealed during Moon Days. Kinrai didn't know the reason but it must've been something important.

    The Moon elf had an elegant air about her even though she was soaked in water. At least that was what Kinrai thought it was. She had a brilliant silver hair which was longer than Kinrai's. Her white dress had a few tears in it, they multiplied towards the bottom of the dress. It looked like she had tried to repair the dress slightly at some point however it was quite hard to cover such tears.
    The Moon elf seemed to have a keen interest on getting her hands on Voco e Vorago, a legendary book which was rumored to contain all the secrets of summoning. Kinrai himself didn't know much about it, after all it was pure legend.

    Issat: ”We should keep moving master. There's no point lingering in the first floor.”
    Kinrai: ”Huh? Oh, yes sorry.”

    Kinrai resumed his hunt for the map of Amn. Soon he reached the third floor where Issat pointed out that the maps were located in the corner, in a circular shaped room with shelves which served as its walls. The room wasn't separate from the library however, even though at first look it would seem like that.
    Kinrai walked through the short walkway and turned left from the intersection. Soon he arrived into the Map room and began immediately browsing through the shelves. Issat on the other hand flew around the room, as if observing it.

    The floor had a star with seven edges carved in it, also the star was placed within a circle. The pattern resembled that of a compass but without enough compass points in it. In the center of the room was a large table with a greenish surface. It's purpose was to serve a place for a map if someone wanted to study it.
    In the far side of the room, in it's only actual wall, was the whole map of Amn. It wasn't too specific however, there were only a few places mentioned in it such as Zenith and the Nihil Mountains. For some odd reason Riverna's name had been blurred out.

    Issat: ”Any luck master?”
    Kinrai: ”Not yet.. there are hundreds of maps here!”
    Issat: ”Are you in need of a specific map master?”
    Kinrai: ”Yes. A map which details every possible thing between Auburn and Monark.”
    Issat: ”Oh.. why do you need something so specific? If you don't mind me asking?”
    Kinrai: ”Well, I just want to make sure what the terrain is like.”
    Issat: ”Hmm.. I know this might sound ridiculous but doesn't your master know Valham the dragon? What if Valham could.. transport you to Monark?”
    Kinrai was silent for a while before replying.
    Kinrai: ”I could never ask him for something like that. Valham is a sacred beast and a guardian, not your local public transportation guy.”
    Issat: ”Ah, I apologize. Well, what if-”
    Kinrai: ”Please Issat, I'm trying to focus on finding that map now.”

    Transition to Nilak

    Falteer's match against the Draken had ended a moment ago. A new gladiator was about to make their entry, however Nilak wasn't going to watch that. Instead he finished his leafy tea and started observing the city. It wouldn't be that easy from his home though so he flew on top of the Elven Library in order to observe better.
    The market was still as cramped as a tuna can, and the noise it created almost rivaled the colosseum's noise. The dwarf salesman sang their arias all day long about the finest of their goods. It would only come to an end once the moons changed shape and the actual celebration started.

    Nilak looked up and noticed how one of the moons, Pent, was already slightly visible. It happened quite frequently though so it wasn't that big of a deal. There was still at least a few hours until evening would set in. A sudden outcry drew Nilak's attention to the market area.

    A Tainted one had appeared, most likely to steal something from the merchants. There was a lot of commotion over it, after all everyone were scared about the Tainted. At least everyone who didn't know any arts of magic or combat. There were two guards posted near the market area, they mobilized immediately after the outcry.

    The Tainted one wouldn't stand a chance against those two. Both of them wielded long spears and both had a large compound bow strapped on their back. The Tainted one rushed out of the market area and started heading towards the forest.
    One of the guards pulled a bow and shot a single arrow which hit the Tainted one's leg. He flew a few meters and landed on his stomach. The Tainted one wouldn't be able to run anymore, the arrow had ripped the legs muscles in half.
    One of the guards appeared in an instant next to the Tainted one, and before you could even realize it, decapitated the Tainted one. Then the guard immediately incinerated the body with fire magic so that only ash remained of the Tainted one.

    Thankfully none of the children saw the act. The guards were brutal and had no mercy to anyone who was considered a Tainted or a threat. The people soon resumed what they had been doing a moment ago.
    Nilak could only watch silently the aftermath.

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    There are often times in your lifetime when you become lost, found yourself with no sign to guide you, nor courage to take that first step. At such a time, the wisest strategy is to wait, and such is the strategy that Kien implemented as he stood in his lonesome upon the surface of what seemed to be a glowing sea of water. Kein remember trying to look into the water the first time he stepped in, when he snapped back to reality, he seemed to have gone blind for a good few second. After that, he never tried. Though right now, it seemed tempting, as he had been waiting here for a particularly long time. Possibly an illusion created by the early morning?

    He looked beside him, at Tania, who was enlarged to his height, standing with her arms crossed, looking from left to right. She lost her faerie glow, but her features are still the same. Her eyes still sharp, and long hair smoothly laid, with her left side tucked behind her ear. Her white silk dress flowed softly, despite there being no wind at all, and she occasional brush her hand against it, cleaning some imaginary stain. She had the commanding air about her, in fact, Kien’s quite intimidated.

    “He’s late,” she spoke, a hint of annoyance. As she snapped her head and glared at Kien.

    Kien looked away, didn’t want to reply.

    It was a while before he noticed someone coming, their footstep echoed rhythmically. Tap-tap-ta-ta-tap, tap-tap-ta-ta-tap. A sigh of relief came from Kien, and he moved forward, his eyes never strayed away from the incoming target, afraid that even from a blink; he’ll open his eyes to see only blankness again.

    As the three came together, the stranger spoke first.

    “Early start isn’t it today, Kien?”

    “Afraid so.”

    “I guess we’ll get started. My name is Kien Cephalon, and I represent Mr. Gerald Silvertail for the duration of this post mortis deal. You may call me Mr. Mortis for clarity of the contract.”

    It was not an illusion; the stranger indeed resembled Kien Cephalon to every last strand of hair. And each Kien knows that the other is as much Kien Cephalon as themselves. There are no debates as to who is who, both accept each other. They are two of the difference, one of the same. A strange paradox of the Cartesius game.

    “My name is Kien Cephalon, representing myself; I’m here to engage in the post mortis deal with Mr. Gerald Silvertail.”

    “And the witness?”

    “Tania as usual will act as the witness, and the standard rule of trade applies.”

    “Just to my liking,” Mr. Mortis bowed to Tania, who barely glanced at him and looked away, her face held a slight loathing.

    Kien wondered if Tania is using this opportunity to get back at him, but he kept that to himself.

    Mr. Mortist didn’t seem to mind, instead he straightened himself back up and nodded to Kien, a sign that the meeting is about to begin. He snapped his finger twice, and on cue, a carriage bursts from below, shattering the glowing surface of water. “Shall we go in then?”

    “Is there a need? Can’t we just exchange here?”

    “Not today I’m afraid. My client had a special request for, so if you don’t mind, please come with me. I promise, it won’t be long."

    Mr. Mortis opened the door and his hand gestured for the two to step in first. Tania, in a natural motion, took Kien by the arm, and the two stepped into the carriage, as if heading to a ball. Mr. Mortis soon followed and closed the door behind him. He sat opposite to the both of them, and slides out a platform on the side of the door which acted as a table between them. “Let’s go.”

    The carriage eased into movement, which neither of the three seemed to notice. Mr. Mortis bent down slowly and pulled a brief case from under the chair and placed it on the table. “Here it is, and yours?”

    Kien put his hand into pocket and took out a slip of paper and handed it to Mr. Mortis. Both men took several minutes to examine the content of the respective good. Mr. Mortis finished first, and nodded knowingly, “The usual I see.

    Kien closed the brief case and handed it to Tania, who placed it on her lap. “Fair?”

    “As if there was ever an unfair trade in this place. For you’ll only damage yourself by doing so. But we all know, that this isn’t the reason why we are in this place,” Mr. Mortis puts away the piece of paper into his pocket, and from it, he retrieved a set of nicely printed cards, “Hwatu”

    “Hate this one.”

    “You never liked anything I have,” Mr. Mortis slides the deck of cards to Tania, “Would you do the honor please?”

    Tania took the deck into her hand, and shuffled them where she sat, “7 points.”

    “Agreed,” both men stated.

    “You know ******** used to be a dwarf sport, but it was the human who popularized it,” Mr. Mortis spoke as he watched the card being dealt.

    “What is your point?” Klein asked, clearly not wanting to chit-chat.

    “None, can’t it be fun facts?”

    “Nothing’s ever just fun facts, always a purpose, always for you.”

    “Then you figure it out if you want, but the game’s started. Go ahead.”

    Klein replied by laying his card down, face up, willow pi, two paulownia pi, cherry tti, cherry kwang, pine tti, plume yul, wisteria yul, wisteria pi, iris pi and pampas grass kwang. Mr. Mortis looked at Klein in disappointment, “Why do you have to do that every time?”

    “You are playing with a handicap aren’t we? Are there any secrets between us? My records’ clean. That means we are synched. I know exactly what you have. So I’m just being a good sportsman by showing you what I have, we’re even.”

    “Half of the ******** is about the atmosphere. And I like a challenge.”

    “Then you can say, I know nothing about ********. What you have? Two peony pi, one paulownia kwang, and willow tti? Three maples, that’s going to be troublesome for you, and two pine pi doesn’t help.”

    Mr. Mortis laid his card down, face up, clearly not amused.

    Tania ignoring the two man’s conversation, laid down 8 cards in the centre, and flipped another on top of the pile.

    “And from what I can tell, it’s pretty much over? Go ahead and declare heundeum. But I’m sure you won’t get the bonus. I’m going to capture pampa grass yul with kwang. And set the pair with wisteria yul and tti. And there’s no way you can stop me from getting plum yul, because you got none. So that’s 5 points for me. Sure, you are thinking you could take peony tti, but you’ll going to have to risk running into three cards. And even if you take it, then what? Look to get maples? Tania, what’s the next card?”

    Tania flipped the next card over, revealing paulownia pi.

    Klein nodded, “Alright, so you get that and get yourself a kwang. Set down a pine to get another kwang. And if you get one more, you could possibly get 3 points for yourself. But the sad thing is, I’m going to set down my pampa grass kwang on yul, and what is the next card?”

    A willow kwang.

    “And the game ends. 3 kwang, godori. And you can be sure I’ll call that an end and won’t go more. Still want ******** environment?”

    “Shuffle it back,” Mr. Mortis motioned for Tania, who looked at Kein for confirmation.

    “Yes, it’s done,” Kein confirmed, and the cards were subsequently collected and put back neatly into the deck, and are handed back to Mr. Mortis.

    “So let me ask you, where are you taking us?” Kien laid back, slightly relaxed that things are over.

    Mr. Mortis check the deck, and then put it back into his pocket, “We are here.”

    Kien’s face filled with a slight bit of confusion but quickly recovered as he looked outside and saw a pound, its water glistened under the light of the moons. Its bank was surrounded by pines, which waved back and forth through the night wind. It was deadly quiet, even the animals within the trees did not give out their usual chatter.

    “Sightseeing?” Kien looked at Mr. Mortis questioningly.

    “I do not have answers. After all, I am you. The confusion is mutual; I’m merely passing on the request.”

    “You know how dangerous it is to tread among this place without a guide?”

    “If you know, then I know.”

    “Can I refuse?”

    “You certainly can. But I also know you won’t,” Mr. Mortis smiled, a sparkle was seen in his eyes, “Just how I can’t let go of ********, you can’t let go of curiosity. Can’t let a good mystery go. They say curiosity kills the cat, but cat got nine lives. And you my friend, how many lives do you have?”

    “Stop asking rhetorical questions.”

    Kien pushed the carriage door open, and stepped back. He felt Tania tighten her grasp, persuading him to not go, but both know, it’s an advice unheeded.

    Kien came out, after it was Tania. Mr. Mortis remained inside, “Call me when you need me,” he closed the door and the carriage galloped away.

    “He says it every time but how do we call him?” Tania asked, a bit cautious.

    “We don’t.”

    Kien examined his environment, taking note of some landmarks around. And after thinking it over in his head, he came out with an answer.

    “Seems, familiar, I think it’s the pound near Monark, just before the body of water enters the ocean,” he looks around once more, “I guess it is, looks a bit different, probably just set in a later time.”

    He walked down the path, until he heard a sound of rustling. It was up ahead, near the banks, through the layers of pine trees. He ushered Tania to follow him, and took a few fleeting steps forward, trying to land as softly as he can. He pushed through the branches, tracing with his ears the source of the sound. It sounds as if something’s being dragged. It was when they were almost at the clearings that he held out his hand and told Tania to stop.

    Kien wasn’t sure how to describe what he saw, rather, it was a bizarre situation. “Did he kill him?”Tania whispered into Kien’s ear, who didn’t reply right away.

    If Kien could make a guess, he would guess that what he saw was Gerald, during his younger self, much younger. Looked as he just began attending school. Then there was the other boy, but Kien guessed it wouldn’t matter to know who the other boy is, because he’s dead. He looked up through the path to where Gerald came from, and saw the trail the body made as it was dragged down. It was quite a trip, and from the mess, it seemed that Gerald had tripped himself a few times while towing the body.

    Kien took a cautious step forward, but apparently, it wasn’t cautious enough because a sound of twig breaking was heard, and he cursed himself. Gerald snapped his head up, and looked into Kien’s direction, “I didn’t mean to,” there was tear streaks down his cheeks, and his face was covered by bits of dirt, most likely gathered from his fall, “I didn’t mean to, I swear it.”

    Kien didn’t speak, only watched. He’s not sure what to say, at least, didn’t know what to say without startling the boy.

    Gerald spoke to him again, “I didn’t mean to,” he tried to wipe the dirt off his face, and his feet was moving slowly backwards, bit by bit. Then suddenly the boy dropped the body and sprinted, darting into the patch of forest opposite to Kien’s. Kien immediately followed, and stepped out of the forest, Tania followed close behind. However, something bugged him, a tingling sensation, the unease you get as someone breath down the back of your neck. It was this sensation that made Kien took a glance back, after which, the unease became very real.

    A man was standing in the forest where Kien was, silently still, his gleaming eyes looked forward, with no sign of being distracted. In his hand, he held a short hatchet, newly sharpened, its edge, gleaming eerily in dim light.

    Tania noticed Kien’s glance and followed his eye, and was startled herself, “Should I...?”

    “No, leave him,” an instinct told him not to investigate on the man, instead, both of them darted through the woods, after Gerald.

    It was a difficult chase, Gerald’s small size allowed him to pass through the undergrowth of the forest with ease, while Kien and Tania was constantly attacked by the branches. After a minute or so, they suddenly found themselves in a clearing again. The mud below their feet replaced by hardwood. It was no longer the pond that surrounds them, but the walls of a house. A bed rests beneath window, as the light of the night came in, casting its gloomy presence upon the place. A shattered door frame, a fallen chair, and nailed wooden board that kept the window shut. He walked over to the window and stared out to see a pond. A different pond. One that’s filled with the mood of melancholy. Pines were replaced by willows, and mud replaced by rocks. And two men fished under the moonlight. “We’ll be the only mourner of the tainted.” He heard one of them say. A surreal feeling. It was as if the sound was right by his ear.

    “This is…” Tania spoke, slowly trailing off.

    “Let’s get out, we’ve wandered too far,” something told him to get away, a defense mechanism. Tania didn’t respond at first, but Kien pulled her by her arms out of the place and again dove into the forest. This time, not to chase, but to escape.

    They tread through the woods again. Neither of them spoke a word until they came back to where the body was. Except, there was no longer a body. Kien looked right and left, and could not find anything. He looked at the mud, there was too many prints to tell anything. “A memory inconsistency?”

    Tania tugged him by his elbow, and motioned with her head up the muddy hill. There he was again, the man with the hatchet.

    Kien stood still, his eyes unwavering, pupils dilated from the fear of the unknown. Keep telling himself, it’s just a memory. Then a sudden shake of the ground and a terrifying sound of turbulent water current. Kien looked back to see the pound being sucked into a whirlpool, no, not just the pound, the sky too, and the ground beneath them. “Mortis!” Kien screamed as he pulled on Tania’s hand to rush uphill. Away from the whirlpool, toward the man with the hatchet.


    They ran up, and passed the man, who stood still and watched his world shrivel up. Kien took a fast glance, only to see the face being hidden under the hood. Once they are up, they realized that the entire hill is surrounded by the pound. “A holistic memory, there’s no trail.”

    “Mortis!” Kien screamed again, and then he heard the gallops of the horse, and a feeling of ease came to him.

    Out from the water came the carriage, which trailed up the hill and eased to a stop in front of the two. The door came open, and Mortis gave his hand. Tania went in first, and Kien followed. “Took you a while.”

    “Only in your imagination.”

    Kien pulled the curtain away from the window and looked outside at the world being consumed. He eye moved around the surrounding, until it finally stopped. The hatchet man was no longer looking at the pound, but into the eyes of Kien within the carriage. His hood was no longer on, and for that brief moment, before the world exists no longer. Kien saw the stranger’s face.

    -Disturbance in the House of Silvertails-

    Galvin and Susan Silvertail were the owner of an honest little shop nearing the border of Monark. Mr. Silvertail was never an adventurous man, and often strived to live at peace, and Mrs. Silvertail supported his idea. The couple’s dream was to gain enough money and move out to the west and start their own little ranch, where they could spend the rest of the days sitting on their poach and gazing at the cow grazing along the wild growth. From such a quiet family, nothing was to be expected of them, they are just people who love the way it is, and in some way, are truly happy. So it was a bit of a strange ordeal when their young boy often pounced around from one place to another, and it made the two so anxious. They urged the young Silvertail to settle down, and would gladly pay their savings to keep the young lad down, to you know, the Silvertail way of life, with the ranch, the cows, the sun set.

    However, their efforts seemed fruitless, as the boy still went back and fro, so in the end, the two shrugged and thought, maybe the boy’s just a different kind of Silvertail. They let the boy follow his passion, though there was still the occasional arguments, things were not as turbulent as the early days. Once Mrs. Silvertail passed away, Mr. Silvertail give up the idea of ever moving out to the west completely, and thought that was the way it was all supposed to be. So during the morning of this particular day, as Mr. Silvertail was doing a small sweeping around the parlor of the modest little shop, it was to his surprise that in the far distance, he saw two man advancing toward him.

    He looked at the sign hanging by the door, and was certain it said closed. So he can only assume that the two wasn’t here for the goods. The man tightened his hold on the broom a bit, and waited at the parlor until finally, the three is standing in front of the shop. Up close, Mr. Silvertail could see now that the two doesn’t seem to be like thieves, though they were still a strange pair. One man wore a loose one piece cloth, messily held and tucked at the belt. He looked about the age of older thirties, though the unshaven beard does make him seem older. What was most peculiar about him was the fact he seemed to be missing his ears. Where it was supposed to be, there were two holes, slightly hidden by his hair. For a second, Mr. Silvertail weren’t sure what origin the man belonged to. However, after catching the sight of a pale green fairy floating about, it was clear that the man’s an elf. An earless elf. The elf glanced at Mr. Silvertail with a bright pair of eyes, which Mr. Silvertail avoided, for it felt strangely revealing.

    The other man was much shorter than his partner, having a stockier built, the mark of a dwarf. Though unlike the usual dwarf, the fellow didn’t seem to have grown out his beard, even though his age must be relatively similar to that of Mr. Silvertail himself. In his hand, the dwarf carried an urn, which caught Mr. Silvertail’s attention right away. He could only guess what’s inside.

    “I’m sorry, shop isn’t open yet,” Mr. Silvertail spoke first, but stuttered a bit. He wasn’t very good at forming sentences early in the morning.

    “It’s alright, we are not here to shop,” the elf man spoke, “I should probably introduce myself. My name is Kien Cephalon, and this is my partner Hemlholtz König, we are tracers. Do you perhaps know the role of our position?”

    “If you are wandering, I’m not involved in any type of crimes. I’m not a tainted. Being living here quietly for many years, and am planning to go out to the west later to get a ranch and all, so whatever you think I did, I can assure you, that I took no part in it.”

    “No, it’s not about you Mr. Silvertail.”

    “How’d you know my name?”

    The elf exchanged glances with the dwarf, which made Mr. Silvertail suspicious, and he walked to the edge of his parlor and placed his broom down, his hands rests by his side.

    Mr. Silvertail was in no way an intimidating figure. His face droops down, and his bags rest under his eyes. He is slightly slouched, and his hairs are thinning. Despite the dreary look, he took great care to keep his clothing neat. And his long hair combed back into a pony tail. No misplaced strand of hair beside his elven ears, and his eyebrows rested firmly in a “v”.

    “Your son wants you to have this,” Kien took from his pocket the Adimis, and motioned for Mr. Silvertail to take it. However, Mr. Silvertail was far too disturbed by hearing about his son from a pair of stranger to even think about taking it.

    “How you know my son?” He didn’t move from his spot, but Kien noticed a slight finger movement.

    “Mr. Silvertail, it might be better if you took a seat. Can we possibly talk about this in the vicinity of your home?”

    The question didn’t go through, and Mr. Silvertail could only repeat his question, this time, a sharper tone can be heard, “How do you know my son?”

    The elf didn’t speak, and simply looked at Mr. Silvertail. What Mr. Silvertail thought was a bright pair of eyes, suddenly seemed to become dim. There was a stir in Mr. Silvertail’s heart as no reply was heard, and he can only guess, “Did something happen to him?”

    No reply.

    “Did he offend you?”

    No reply.

    “If he caused any trouble,” Mr. Silvertail, his mouth curled in an awkward smile, as his eyes remained restless, darting back and forth between the elf and dwarf, “If he caused any trouble, I can pay for it… I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” A troubled laugh escaped from his lip.

    “Look, look, come in,” he pointed to his house, “I’ll pour you fellow some cup of tea, and we can talk about it. Ease ourselves, no need to be so tense in the morning. I’m sure my son didn’t mean it. He’s sometimes clumsy, so if he caused you any trouble, I’m sure, I’m sure it’s just an accident, yes, definitely an accident. So just think about it, how much can he be worth to your right?” another empty laugh, his eyes became slightly blurry, muffled , his mind is lost, blurred just like his vision.

    “He’s just a no good joker, you know, been like that for years, wouldn’t be worth anything. He’s just like that, I tried to tell him, but he wouldn’t listen. So, so there’s no need to keep him, you know…you know..”

    “No… no… no…” the elf shook his head in a slow movement, “It’s not like that. No, I don’t know your son before today...”

    “You don’t?!” A sudden look of hope from both, the father seemed to regain some composure, “Then?”

    The elf looked at the dwarf again, and looked back. A smile was on his face, “Your son was at the Grimlin’s place, and he met some merchant moving south. He heard they needed help, so he signed up for the job. He got some payment beforehand, and asked us to deliver it to you since he needs to leave right away.”

    A smile spread on Mr. Silvertail’s face, and faced the two men, and laughed a bit, “That’s good, that’s good,” he repeated the phrase many times, and rubbed his hand against each other, “He managed to get himself a job. That’s good…” He paused, his face expressionless, and he looked up slowly, his eyes sharp, pierced right through the elf’s bright eyes, “But it’s a lie isn’t it?” An empty smile.

    The elf remained silent, and looked down slightly, and the dwarf did the same.

    “He’s dead isn’t he?” The words came out so composed, reflecting nothing of the conflict across his face.

    Mr. Silvertail didn’t move, and he kept his gaze on the elf, “When?”

    “Early this morning,” the elf replied immediately, his face void of emotion.


    “Heart attack.”

    “Heart, heart attack?”

    “Yes, heart attack.”

    “Where is he now? Can I take a look at him?”

    The elf turned at looked at the urn being held by the dwarf, and then back at Mr. Silvertail.

    “It’s in there eh…I can’t even see his face can I?”


    “Take the urn and come in,” Mr. Silvertail’s head hang down, suddenly feeling too exhausted to continue any longer, he walked up the stairs up his parlor and pushed the door open and waited until Kien and Helmholtz stepped in.

    The two stood awkwardly near the middle of the living room, and Kien, with nothing to do observed his surroundings, few pots and pans misplaced on the table, a pipe recently touched, a picture frame hanging crookedly on the wall near the bedroom, a vase with no flowers, and an empty ring frame.

    “Sit down,” Mr. Silvertail pointed to the chair, and walked over to the stove, and poured water into a pot, and with a wave of his hand, the water began boiling. His back was against them, his face looking through the window by the stoves, examining dust floating with ease in the rays of the morning sun. “Was my son a Tainted?” he asked, but there was no feeling of uncertainty, more of a statement than an inquiry.


    “Did you kill him?”


    Mr. Silvertail nodded, “Wouldn’t have mattered would it? If you weren’t the one who did it, someone else would of, that’s what it means to be Tainted.”

    “Do you insist on keeping this up?” Kien took his chance and asked a question of his own.

    “What do you mean?” Mr. Silvertail still did not shift his gaze away from the dusts. Then with a flick of his finger, water traveled in an arc from the pot into two tea cups, and slowly they drifted toward the two tracers.

    “The fact that you knew about your son’s death before we came.”

    “What made you think so?” Mr. Silvertail finally faced his guest. In his eyes, there was no longer a look of puzzlement from before. It was the eyes of an inquisitor.

    “Your son told us.”

    “My son?” Mr. Silvertail shook his head, and smiled, “I should have known. After all, you are Kien Cephalon, I thought it sounded familiar…Kien Cephalon, the Mind Shifter, the Player of Faith, the Ghost Writer, the Hunter of Blight, the one who shamed all and all who wronged one, the earless elf…the very same Kien Cephalon aren’t you?”

    “And your name isn’t really Mr. Silvertail either. You were better known as judge Izz-al-Din.”

    The dwarf moved his head between the two, his brows twisted in confusion, and his mouth slightly open, wanting a word of clarification. However, neither of the elves answered his request.

    Kien bored his eyes deep into Mr. Silvertail’s, no distraction can pull it away from its target. “Helmholz, go back to the office without me.”

    The dwarf hesitated, but knew it wasn’t the time to force his presence, so he gave a short “yes” and quickly scurried way from the shop, closing the door tightly behind him.

    Mr. Silvertail strode to the table, and took a seat across from Kien Cephalon, a slight looked of amusement appeared on his face. It was a strange expression, not something one would expect of a father whom just heard the death of his son. It was a look of knowing, as if he had made his peace with the world, “…how long was it since you left Nayru?”

    “…50 years.”

    Mr. Silvertail left out a small laugh, “50 years, it has been that long hasn’t it... 50 years ago I was looking down upon you in the high council when we passed our guilty verdict, now 50 years later you came back to look down upon me about my son’s death…Must be Valham’s will…” Mr. Silvertail stopped and gazed up, through a rooftop window, perfectly positioned about the dining table, thinking over his last statement, or possibly wanting an answer. When his head came back down, on it was a weary tiredness, as if the blue plain above had just drained him of his energy. “What do you want?”



    “Whether or not you killed your son.”

    “I could accuse you of defamation. It will be real convincing, especially when it came from a past criminal against a judge.”

    “Then what about this?” Kien took out the Adimis from his bag and rolled it along the surface of the table. The gem stopped in front of Mr. Silvertail’s fingers, and subsequently was taken up by those fingers and examined. “I believe it’s yours,” Kien nodded to the empty ring frame by the vase.

    “It is, but I can’t really thank you for returning it to me,” Mr. Silvertailed clasped his hand, and in a moment, Adimis was gone in a trail of smoke.

    “Did you do it? Plant it within your son’s heart?” Kien was not about to be distracted.

    “Yes,” the answer was simple a clear, and natural. “What about it?”

    “What about it?” Kien’s face became stunned for the first time during the confrontations, slightly losing his professional composure, “What about it?!He’s you son!”

    “When I set down the first book of law with the council, ‘he’s your son’ is not part of the exception. He’s a tainted. There’s only one way out for them, the final rest. You of all people should know that the best…After all, you spend most of your life doing it…and we condemned you for it when you failed…do you hate me?”

    “No, but I still failed to understand. Why?”

    “You read his mind didn’t you? Even after his death you still intruded upon it, wouldn’t let the soul rest. So what did you see eh? What made you understand? And justify to ask how a tainted died?” It was clear Mr. Silvertail was not pleased with the constant questioning. His lips pulled in a thin line, like a snake.

    “I saw a scared little boy, carrying a body down a muddy hill toward the pound. And I saw waiting for the boy, in the wood, stood his father with a hatchet.”

    Mr. Silvertail released a tired laugh of disbelief, “So you saw that. He knew?”

    “Anyone could recognize their father.”

    “That was the day…the first day when I realized my son has turned to a Tainted.”

    “So you were going to kill him?”

    “No…I covered it up.”

    Puzzled look spread across Kien’s face, and he pondered for a moment, before finally snapping up, “The murder of Finley Mingles, the son of the blacksmiths in Monark?!” Kien’s eyes lit up, a cloud just cleared in his mind, “Everyone thought he was hacked to death near the local school. Part of his body was burnt too, some parts so badly, I couldn’t even get a reading. When we interrogated the teachers, the local slums. No murdering trace. No suspect. In fact, the search was stopped soon after.”

    “Yes, that was the one,” Mr. Silvertail took a sip of tea. The liquid was burning hot, but he sipped it without a moment’s hesitation to test the temperature.

    “There was no clue because he was never murdered there,” Kien in the mean time, is slowly unraveling the series of events in his mind, “He was brought there… by you? No one would have believed…especially when it seemed the murder was done in such clumsy way, no one would have known.”

    “Flew right across half the city under one minute, who would have expected? No one. A shocker. Who would have expected my son to be a murder either? If someone just told me, then I would deny it. But I saw…I saw. No room could be left for doubt. If there was any link between me and my son, then it died that day. He knew it too, because he never came home afterwards. You know how hard it was for me to make that decision? A judge, covering up murder. I can never call myself a judge anymore. I told myself it was the last time I’ll do it, but I broke that promise so many times.”

    “More murder?”

    “No, theft. Every rupee he stole, I returned with my own. He was lost, completely. No way to bring him back.”

    “Because he had no guidance.”

    “He did not want any.”

    “You never know that.”

    “I do.” It was stern, and absolute. “He could have come back and asked for forgiveness.”

    “And you would forgive him?”


    The tea was being sipped once more, and drained, then a clear voice after, “No, I would of dealt justice.”

    “Did you invite me in to tell me this?”

    “No, I invited you in because I thought I was going to kill you. But I don’t think I can now.”

    Cold sweat travelled down the back of Kien’s neck, but he didn’t move, pointless, “Why not?”

    “No point. Besides, what are you going to do? Lock me up? Under what law?”

    “It’s true I can’t.”

    Mr. Silvertail stood up, “Then our conversation is done. Good day to you. I’m feeling tired, shouldn’t have woken up this early morning. So if you please.” Mr. Silvertail pointed to the door for Kien to leave. “I need to rest.”

    Kien remain seated, he’s not done. He finally took out the tea cup and sipped it, the liquid had cooled to a manageable temperature. He set it down, and took a spoon by the side and scooped up some sugar from the bottle and poured it in. After mixing it slightly, he sipped again. Satisfied, he put the cup down. His mouth opened. Words came out, “To be able to materialize solids within another person’s body. My father told me it can only be done by the magician of the highest caliber. Because you have to completely nullify the other’s magic capabities.”

    “Are you trying to praise me? Too late to be kissing boots now don’t you think?” Mr. Silvertail threw the cup toward the sink, which settled down just before it landed.

    “You could of being a legend, your name be known by all, and chanted for eons.”

    “Like Nilak?” Mr. Silvertail scoffed, “Who fought the humans in a coliseum and got the land split in two?” Mr. Silvertail’s eyebrow arched, “You know how legends are made? It’s initiated not by the birth of a great being, but by the coming of a disaster. You’ll never have legends without conflict, without the loss of something equally greater, because only then could there be saviors. A world of absolute peace will never be the place of heroes or legends. Heroes are the profiteers of unfortunate events. And you ask me, do I wish to be a part of it? No.”

    “But you became something worse. You named yourself the unwavering arbitrator, and you, in the name of good, passed down executions by your own subjectivity. Law is a subjective thing, so don’t wave it as if only logic and objectivity results from it. As a man of law, I applaud you for executing your son, but as a living being worthy of any conscious thought, I am disgusted.”

    “Do not try to slander my actions,” the words came out calmly, but the atmosphere is anything but that.

    “I dare not to,” it took a great effort for Kien to remain seated, and his composure fixed, but his hands wouldn’t stop shaking, so he kept it in his pockets, “But I dare to ask you, do you even know your son?”

    “What rubbish is this?”

    “His favorite color was green, he love the early sunrise, the lily, the pound when it was frozen. Because when it froze, his father would take him there to skate.”

    “I know, do not speak of trivial things,” it was not a scream, but no scream could hold this much weight either.

    Kien didn’t pause and continued, “It was surreal being there, having to skate alongside father, it was the simplest the best memory, yet it was so common… I remembered during my fifth birthday, I didn’t get any present… I remembered bawling about, haha, I was noisy wasn’t I?… I didn’t know about the depression was there, I didn’t know that even the savings for the ranch was used up... I still cried, so mother went out and sold her wedding ring, and got everyone a pair of skate... And we all skated all night on that pound….”

    “You have no right to use my son’s memory,” Mr. Silvertail fist tightened, creating deep ridges where his fingernail’s dug in.

    “I stole so many popsicles from the store during the hot days…sorry, it was stupid, I know…but I think mother knew…because she would smile at me when she counted the profit from the store at the end of the day.”

    The house shook, the wooden board slowly cracking, tore itself apart. Kien felt his blood flow slowing, his limbs becoming slightly cold. He stopped for a brief while and cleared his throat, he can’t stop now, “I hated the idea of going to the ranch, hated leaving here. I heard there would be no pound down there, nowhere to use the skate…I’m sorry that I wouldn’t listen…I always dreamt too big, like father said, too big for us Silvertails…I’m sorry for the little mouse I brought in that went and ate our grains…I just thought it was like a pet…guess not…Mother’s meat stew’s always so salty…that’s why it’s my favorite…I’m sorry…I’m sorry.”

    A long moment of quietness, a strange pause after the stream of words. Then without warning, several pieces of wooden boards came loose from the ground and the roof, crushed itself to shreds and rushed towards Kien in the form of a massive eagle’s talon. It was inches away before it suddenly made a stop. Kien’s vision was completely blocked, but he could still hear the voice behind it, “Said enough?”

    Kien could feel it. Despite the grieve danger Kien’s faced with, he sensed the atmosphere loosen, the worst part’s over, he could try to risk again, “When’s your son’s birthday?”

    “The third day of the third month,” the answer confirmed Kien’s prediction. He’s no longer in danger.

    “What did you get him for his first one?”

    “A charm made of Weeping Grass.”

    “Did you go with your son on his first day of school?”

    “Yes… he was scared of the first day like any child. So I promised to buy him hawthorn fruit after…I heard from his mentors that he was crying the whole time during the day until I picked him up.”

    “What about—“ Kien’s questioning was suddenly cut short, when Mr. Silvertail continued his talk.

    “Tis strange how easy it was to live through each day. A life as long as ours, we could of seen generations of revolution, rise and fall of civilizations. Time became so worthless, days seemed to have become seconds, and hours became just an imaginary value. I’ve fought in wars that I didn’t remember what for, killed with justice that I know not. When you wake up, centuries later, as the humans say, a life time seemed to have passed. Any prolonged emotion for others, will have become just a moment of passion. Even for you. You’ve walked out Nayru, for 50 years now? Did you still feel it was justified? To live in the slums of the street with your sister. For how many more years more are you going to go? Five? Decades? Centuries? Whatever drive you have will be gone in time. I don’t want such things. I know in time, I would wake to find myself alone, and find no reasons for it. I do not want that. I do not want to live the rest of my life yet hold no memories of ever lived,” Mr. Silvertail slumped down in his chair, and simultaneously, the talon fell onto the table into pieces of wood, “I’m afraid for it to ever happen…so very afraid.”


    -The Father, The Son-

    -12 hours earlier-

    Gerald Silvertail sprinted down the street. Multiple shouts came from behind. He has gotten into this kind of situation before, a routine rather than the occasional thrill. He made a dash into a bar, and pushed aside the waiter who has come up to ask him about his reservation. Pushing through the doors to the kitchen, he slide upon the floor until he finally reached the back door and made it out again. The crashing of pans told him, he isn’t free yet. However, Monark’s a big place, and he knows the place well. He’ll barely break a sweat breaking loose. He ran out into the street again, and into a crowd, even catching a short ride behind a merchant’s carriage. Once he saw the sign of the tailor, he knew this was it. Behind that building is the start of the most confusing pathways ever engineered into the city.

    He went into the alleyway with a grin, and the dwarves behind him followed several meters behind, mostly out of breath. Gerald can see the end, and found himself laughing slightly. It’s been fun dwarves, but will have to see you later, he thought.

    Just then he stopped. He reached the end sure, but it was not available. An old man was just passing by, and turned when he heard the commotion. Both of their eyes met, and it was no questioning about their identity. Father and son.

    Gerald’s ear became deaf to the sound of his chasers, he forgot about them completely. However, his chaser hasn’t forgotten about him. He felt a sudden collision to his upper legs and found himself toppling forward. His eyes never left the old man, and there was this strange look of wishing coming from it. The old man watched as the dwarves caught its prey, then he blinked once or twice, and walked away from the alleyway, never turning back.

    -several hours after-
    Mr. Silvertail came down the stairs to the living room to grab a cup of water to drink. When he arrived there, he noticed that it was occupied. A young man sat in the chair, his head hanging down. Covered in bruises, breathing slowly and heavily. He walked past the visitor without much thought and took a cup from nearby, then with a motion of his finger, a stream of water flowed from a nearby tank into the cup.

    “I came home,” the young man spoke to Mr. Silvertail who didn’t even give a glance. The young man followed Mr. Silvertail’s movement with his eyes. He simply watched a minute without speaking, then,“Did you ignore me because you think I’m a piece of trash?”

    Mr. Silvertail looked at the young man blankly and didn’t give an answer.

    “If you think so, it’s okay, because that’s what everyone thinks of me. Nothing new. I got used to it I guess…”

    “What do you want?” Mr. Silvertail asked in a matter of fact tone.

    “What do I want?” A laugh followed, “What do I want?” A puzzled look followed.

    “Money? Hide out? Medical supplies?”

    The young man looked to the ceiling in disbelief. “You are…” A disbelieved laugh, “I despise you so much. You are worse than the dwarves who’ve beat me. You are worse than that son of a ***** Finley who burnt my skate. Sometimes I want to kill you, I thought before that might take the pain away. But you know, if I hate you, there’s no one else I like in this world anymore. And knowing that, it hurts,” the young man pounded his chest, “it hurts here. So I won’t hate you…but just do one thing for me pa.”

    The word “pa” made Mr. Silvertail feels uneasy, but at the same time, it felt right.

    “Kill me,” the young man sounded absolute, “I don’t want to wait it out, so you forget what I’ve done and forgive me after if you ever will, because that’ll mean you’ll forget everything before it. Then what’s the point? So kill me. Guide me away from here, fair ain’t it? I’ve been brought out here without my will, so at least let me go by my will.”

    “I’ll do no such thing, and you will not speak such foolish things inside this house,” the reply was stern, “Go, get out.”

    The command was replied with laughter. “I won’t listen to you anymore,” the young man shook his head, “Not anymore. You don’t have a choice.”

    “This is my house, and you’ll listen to what I say.”

    “This is my house as well, or has my absence made you forget?” The young man looked at Mr. Silvertail, it was a terrifying set of eyes, not because of its flare, or sharpness, but because they looked like the eyes of a dead man. “I didn’t come here to argue with you. We never argued, and I don’t want to start today. Today, I just want it to be quiet. Even if you refuse, it’s already been done.”


    “A little boy went to the doctors and asked, ‘Doctor, doctor, I need help, can I have a poison that can kill a person slowly and painfully?’ The doctor asked in return, ‘Why do you need such a poison little boy?” The boy replied, “So I can kill myself in front of the person I love, and make them never forget my final minute of life.’” The young man took from his pocket, an empty package, and waved it in front of Mr. Silvertail, his laughter becoming louder, echoing through the room.

    Mr. Silvertail’s eyes suddenly grew wide, and he quickly moved in front of the young man and held him by the collar, “What did you do! What poison did you take! What poison did you take!”

    The young man looked around, laughing still.

    Mr. Silvertail shook the man frantically, “What did you take!? Tell me! Tell me!”

    “Hahahaha, it’s Fellum centipede. It’s already been an hour since I took it.”

    Mr. Silvertail’s hand became limp, and lost its grasp. He wobbled back, until he finally collided with the table, and his hand searched the surface for support. Fellum centipede. A normally docile creature that only becomes violent during contact with body fluid. It melts in the fluid and travels to the muscle fibers and fuses itself with it. Full integration takes about half an hour, and once it’s done, there is no way to cure the infected. The moment the body comes under contact with sunlight, Fellium centipede will begin to develop and grow out of its host. The process was often recorded as if the individual is exploding from the inside. So much agony accompanies it, that most bit down on their tongue and committed suicide. It was safe to say, the Fellum centipede was much feared within the magic society. And Mr. Silvertail knew all these just too well.

    “Pa, it’s almost morning. There’s no way out. This is it.”

    Mr. Silvertail slumped down on his chair, and took off his ring and placed it on the table beside him. “You idiot…You want to die that much?”

    The young man calmed down, and only looked to the floor when he talked, “No…but…I don’t see anything in my future. You were right… I’m sorry.

    “You have stained my hand.”

    “You’ll forget them.”

    “I spilled blood for you.”

    “You’ll wash them clean.”

    “I did not do those things so you could come and do this!”

    “…I’m sorry.”

    “It’s not about sorry! It wasn’t about that long ago! You ignorant child, you thick skulled fool,” The sentence ended into an incomprehensible noise of rage.

    “But I really don’t know where to go anymore,” a tear came down the corner of the young man’s eyes, “I don’t know what I should look for anymore. I just want to look for ma. I just want to see ma.”

    Mr. Silvertail’s energy was spent, his head hanging down, “Who would I look for? A feeble old man in the mirror?”

    Both man shared a long look at each other. The gaze remained unbroken, until the young man suddenly cringed, and put his hand to his heart. He looked to the table, and spotted the empty ring frame, and he knew. A weary smile came onto his lips as he leaned back into a comfortable position. Then he asked, “Have you had any regrets?”

    A slight pause, then came the father’s final words to his son, “Yes, then… now…and always will.”

    Then the final words from the son, “Me too.”


    -Here on After-

    That morning, Kien would walk out of that house, and tread back to his office, and probably lock himself up to finish the reports in regards with the morning event. A moment later, Mr. Silvertail would appear from his front door carrying two skates, making his way to the local pond.

    It was reported that a strange man was skating on the surface of the pond, even though no ice had formed. He would skate, and moments later, disappear, forever. Kien’s college would be in charge of the search for the missing man, but Kien would hear about it only weeks later. And even till then, and into the future, the man was never found.

    However, from that time on, if you were to put your ear in the water, you could hear from under there, an old man’s cries. Hence then, the pound became named as, the Pond of Lament. Its legend varied, but never fully explained.

    The house of Mr. Silvertail became the house of Mr. and Mrs. Gibili. And their two children will rise later to become a minister and a head librarian. However, that is a different story, to be told at a different time. For now, it’s end.
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    Falteer looked around him to see his audience more than satisfied with today's blood lust. It wasn't every day that a night fight took place during...well, the day time so it attracted a large number of elves to the Colosseum, young and old alike. What shocked Falteer the most however was the sudden popularity in these kind of games, it wasn't so long ago that the elves respected right of way and passage into the netherworld, they didn't believe in executions, but yet, here we are, at the beginning of our tale, witnessing Falteer execute four tainted Draken.

    Its as if elves were becoming more accustomed like humans, an increase in enjoyment of blood sport. Or perhaps elves were just changing with the times, adapting during the dark dabbles of magic and the fear of the tainted. Whatever it was however, it wasn't for an insignificant figure such as Falteer to ponder on.

    “Lord Falteer! Its time you wave off your audience for today and make haste with your other tasks!.”

    “You're right Arwen, I almost forgot” Falteer replied as he took one final look at the bloodied corpses beside him.

    Falteer never liked to show-boat after winning a fight in the Colosseum, so, like usual, he would whip the blood from his blade and smoothly sheath the steel into his sword belt. Making his way towards the Colosseum exit, Falteer took one last look towards the area in which he had first sensed Balthazar, but nothing. He must have left just as the fight had finished. Typical.

    Passing through the exit gates of the arena Falteer thought it was about time to head back to his cell, he gave orders to Jovan to follow the guard back to her holding pen and with it he turned towards his slaver.

    The slaver smiled at him in response to today's latest victory. “I thought they had you for a moment Falteer, never the less, I have to reshackle you again until you return to your cell, you are free to wander the Colosseum but remember, these are magic art imbued restraints, if you so much as try to escape...we will know about it and the restraint here will emit a healthy electrical shock to your nervous system to prevent you from going anywhere.” Falteer nodded and bid the slaver goodbye. He thought it was about time he went back to his cell to rest for a while before going to his master to receive his latest tasks for the rest of the day. I'm sure his master wouldn't mind if he arrived 10 minutes late, after all, Falteer is the reason why his master is so wealthy.

    Upon returning to his quarters, Falteer was beheld by a strange sight. Balthazar. This might actually be the first time the two may actually verbally communicate other than exchanging strikes in the practice arena.

    “Amnaste...Balthazar...Forgive me if I'm rude...but what reason is there as to why you are waiting by my quarters?.”
    - - - - - - - - -

    10 minutes later.

    Falteer was still turning around the conversation he had with Balthazar around in his head. It was the first time they actually exchanged words with each was a...relief, by some capacity. However, Falteer now found himself in his master's room, receiving his latest orders.

    “Yes Master” he would reply after every few minutes.

    Falteer had never been able to obtain any personal information from his master, not even a name, things were kept very formal, short and professional, no real relationship apart from that of business. He was a high elf, an old one at that, well, as old as one can be on Amn since he was still considered quite young.

    Falteer's master tossed a bag of rupees in his direction and gave him his latest orders.

    It was now up to Falteer to fulfil them.

    “Do not fail me.”

    “Yes Master.” Falteer bowed as he left the room, leaving his master to think over what he had just told Falteer to do.

    “Are you crazy Falteer?! How can you agree to do something like that?!.”

    “It has to be done. He is my master.”

    Arwen could only reply his a gulp.

    Falteer was met by one of the slavers who was instructed to allow Falteer to leave the Colosseum...for the first time since he was first taken prisoner. He would still be kept under strict surveillance however, a magical imbued collar – similar to that of the shackles – would be attached to him to make sure he would not try to do anything too hasty.

    “Don't try any funny business” was the only words that stretched from his lips.

    Falteer replied with a polite nod of the head.

    To accompany him on his journey would be Jovan, his familiar, because, as it stands, the mission was dangerous, and Falteer's master had to look after his investment. Why would his master want him to take care of something outside of the grounds of the Colosseum though? It wouldn't really benefit him in any way.

    But, the wheels of destiny keep turning, until we finally reach that destination that had been scratched into stone from the beginning of time. That destination which would decide the fate of Amn.

    - - - - - - - - - - -

    He did it. Falteer had finally been able to see the outside world for the first time in what seemed like a 1000 centuries. “Lord Falteer...” Falteer turned towards his fairy to see her resting upon his right shoulder.

    “Is there no way that I can convince you to decline your masters latest orders?”

    “That would be a lost cause Arwen, this ship has already sailed, besides, I've already single-handedly killed four Draken, what makes you think I can't slay this beast?.” There was a sense of optimism in Falteer's words, words which Arwen drew confidence from and was overcome by a sense of battle-readiness.

    “Lets go Lord Falteer, we must make with haste.”

    The gates that obstructed Falteer from seeing the world outside the Colosseum began to lift open just as Arwen spoke her last word. A sharp beam of light was all Falteer could remember from that experience. And then, without warning, a beaming city full of joy and happiness, a feeling Falteer forgot about so long ago.

    It was a short walk from the Colosseum to the marketplace in the east, but a much farther walk from there to the eastern gate which led to Falteer's momentary freedom. Not making much effort to take in his surroundings, after spending two lifetimes behind closed walls, Falteer strode towards the eastern gate with Jovan by his side. The soles of Falteer's leather boots clicked off of the stone ground, to the beat of the many other footsteps that amassed in different directions, but then there was a sudden stop. Falteer had finally reached the gate which led to the outside world.

    Luckily, Falteer wouldn't have to wait for the monolith iron-wrought gate to be cranked open by some benevolent force, it was already open, allowing all different kinds of travellers to enter and exit freely, after, of course, being searched by a security checkpoint.

    Not sparing any more time Falteer headed towards the guards that were seen patting down all kinds of strangers, from small-time adventurers to the keen-eyed merchant. “Relinquish all arms” one of the guards told Falteer. “Of course.” he replied before unsheathing all his weapons and dangerous substances that he contained. “Business or Pleasure outside of these walls traveller?.” “Business” he replied again.

    “Oh? What kind of business?” the guard inquired cautiously looking the dark elf up and down.

    “I've to kill a troublesome Tamba in the eastern reaches. Apparently it is hiding out in some cave to outside of these walls, causing more than just a bother for my master.”

    “Oh? Happy hunting then traveller, you look prepared enough” the guard smiled whilst looking at the equipment which Falteer owned on the table. “Thank you for your understanding” he said before taking up his arms again and leaving the city.

    It wasn't too hard from there to decide where the caves location was, after all, the Tamba which Falteer was sent to kill was running right at him, chasing some unfortunate nerdy soul to his death.

    The unfortunate elf turned around in a final act of defiance to face his enemy that would surely send him to his doom. The air was deathly quiet, but then, the beast bared its menacing fangs and leaped for the elf. Falteer quickly responded by pulling out his bow and arrow, quickly placing a shot on the deformed beasts arm, steering it away from its target and refocusing onto its new hostile and dangerous enemy.

    Falteer quickly ordered Jovan to dispatch the enemy whilst he chose to lay covering fire with his bow and arrow. Jovan growled in contempt for the beast and scratched her left paw against the ground. The beast, known as a Tamba quickly regained composure and darted an evil glare towards the mighty Xeloain. “Attack!” Falteer ordered.

    The two creatures locked into deadly combat, a bear grip in each others grasp trying to get the upper hand by raw strength alone. Falteer quickly shifted to the left to get a better shot, aiming another arrow into the monsters side, to with no effort, the arrow merely bounced and ricocheted off. “What the hell?” Falteer exclaimed to himself.

    Jovan seemed to be having the upper hand in the brawl between the two beasts, she twisted her body in a motion which would allow her to get a better angle at the neck of the beast, allowing her to sink her sharp teeth into its throat. The Tamba reacted with an earth-rumbling roar. They both dashed backwards and began to duke it out once more.

    “Jovan!” Falteer shouted. “Finish it!!”.

    Jovan nodded and plunged for the now weakened beast once more, instantly clawing at the monster's belly. The Tamba at this point was lying on the floor, highly weakened and bleeding profusely, just enough for Falteer to get in close and bring the poor monster into the afterlife. “esta e seere” he said as he took his blade and mercilessly cut the beasts throat open. Falteer began to rummage around for something in his waist pouch, slowly taking out a vial of some sort which he would then use to gather the Tamba's saliva. “I hope this was worth it...” was all he could muster.

    “Good girl Jovan” Falteer said as he gave the victorious Xeloain a treat. Falteer then brought his attention to the poor elf that was being chased by the deformed beast.

    “Are you okay?” he said as he crouched beside him and began to examine for any fatal wounds.
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    Seconds ticked away as Vita locked her eyes upon the statuettes. The way their bottom lips were tucked away signified the heated dispute involving the double doors had suddenly become one-sided. Their eyes must have been equally frozen, yet the silver masks which curled upon their noses and stretched in fancy twirls across their foreheads concealed all else in shadow. For a moment, only Oren's mocking voice could be heard. Then, when no response or even a hint of sound other than breathing was uttered, he declared the both of them far too boring for his taste. Silence followed, save the clash of the guard's lances as they formed an impassible "x". Without any means of proving her privileged status, Vita finally took a few steps back, bowing her head. A wisp of wind darted into the library, causing papers to flutter and the evergreen capes held by silver clasps on the motionless figures to waver slightly. Still, no response.

    "...Pent, Ura, Satir..."

    Vita stood her ground, at which Oren returned to her side, a smirk on his face. It was no wonder Vita was a bit edgy, being a moon elf. After all, the only proof of her birth, those which gave her existence, resided in the power of the moons. They could very well be dubbed her parents, yet it was quite peculiar to be born by three moons, all of which kept their distance far from the ground that gave life to Amn. Why had she gained the life of a resident on Amn, and not by the side of the moons? At first, she had questioned the unfairness of her birth, but the solution came to her as she observed the three. Now Vita wondered if there was anyone else who noticed the contradiction of Moon Day. She decided to test the stoic guards with a cryptic hint:

    "...A trinity with loose bonds, dividing like fragments unbeknownst to one another. When they finally unite, once upon each of the seven months, do they reveal a miracle? How highly they are praised to have a day of celebration, yet why must they part? If they shine their brightest together, why split in solitude? Perhaps such mysteries should not be taken lightly. All that exist have mysteries, both beautiful and frightful, but I dare not gaze with one eye, blinding my other. Know that silence is as deadly as being blinded. Both keep you from the truth."

    "...We will be honest." Although their voices were much calmer, their bodies remained rigid, thus creating a monotone tune. "Moon Day has many restrictions because of their countless mysteries. Even in the most dangerous of lands, only the open areas aren't sealed away. We do not doubt your powers and will. We only wish to maintain peace. Until the truth is known, no one may enter restricted areas on Moon Day. One rule broken will lead to more rules broken. Such is the downfall of equality."

    "Aho, if there is equality, why is a restri-ted...rea......"

    For some reason, Oren's voice sounded muffled, as if he were trapped in a glass jar. No, perhaps she was the one trapped in the glass jar. Oren continued to flaunt the loophole to the statement the guards gave, which caused the edges of their mouths to twitch. The eagerness of his gestures weren't as sluggish as her body currently felt, nor were his eyes as glossy as Vita's. Only when the structure of the library began to melt before her eyes did Vita realize what was happening. Her mind was slipping away from the reality in front of her to a time she had nearly buried deep within her memories...

    The 3rd Night: Truth

    Inhale. Frost tingled across her throat. Exhale. Clouds expended from the edges of her lips. Hurry! Her legs dashed past those that barely moved, hindering her progress. Eyes of white flashed from left to right. Escape! A crowed decked with bizarre masks surrounded her from every angle. Trapped. Biting down on her bottom lip, she scurried forward without taking another glance. Fear. Yes, this was fear. No amount of books erased this fear, and she knew she'd face it every day, so long as she sought knowledge. Still, those words hunted her, and it rung clearly as she collided and shoved pass those who lingered in the bustling city.

    " can I survive in this world if I was never connected with it to begin with? No, there is a way. There must be a way!"

    Leaping through the air, her fingers pressed against the coarse frame of a large branch that ruptured the land around it. As soon as she made contact, she cautiously slid downwards. The lichen coating the surface of the tree glistened with all the magical splendor of nature, which echoed all around her. It was as if the illuminated hues seething throughout the forest were the very souls of life. Shaking her head vigorously, she concentrated her weight on her feet, giving her more speed. Faster, faster! Dodging and darting past branches, her body rotated into a flip, at which she rolled until she stopped on the ground below.

    "I have returned. Reveal yourself to me, Margni!"

    Wind bellowed with rage, whipping past everything it touched. At the same time, she felt a beating like a heart behind her. She raised her left hand. Pause. Gulping out of suspense, she continued reaching. An odd sensation came from her hair. The ribbon tied around it was...pulsating? The very foundation of the ribbon fluttered, at which the strings became undone.

    Suddenly, a being ripped from the delicate strand of purple tinted with silver, at which she lifted her head. Above her was a tremendous spirit shaped like that of a serpent, but with scales glistening like the tail of a mermaid. Sharp fangs twisting amongst each other like icicles threatened to cease her existence. There were sapphire whiskers dangling from the edges of its mouth and around its intimidating nose, which had rings upon it similar in hue to the ribbon. In fact, there were rings not only on its nose, but around its prickly tail, which ended with sharp diamonds similar to feathers in appearance. Although its outer shell glowed like a spring directly under the moonlight, its eyes were a dull gray-blue, as if void of life.

    "You have uttered that which gives me form, and thus I appear before you."

    At this point, the summoned spirit should prove its loyalty to their summoner, usually by a bow of the head. She had envisioned such a ritual thanks to the many books she read, but her heart became unsteady at the sound of laughter. Upon the lips of Margni was a distorted, eerie smirk that seemed to contort around the edges of its mouth. The revolting noise blew away her confidence, if only for a second. She felt faint, perhaps distant. It was the phenomenon of deep meditation, as if she was observing the series of events elsewhere. Where was she? Who...was she? If she didn't speak fast, such questions would no longer matter.

    "You now have knowledge, but there is bliss in ignorance. Tell me, forsaken spirit, the fate of those who call to the unknown without a purpose, without hope. I have seen many of sacrifices in my time."
    "I...I call upon Margni, serpent of clouds--"
    "--Aligned with wind and water, to enter a contract with myself--"
    "I shant bind myself to a nameless--!!!"

    "My name is Vita Vero, daughter of..." Her voice trailed off, at which she tilted her head towards the sky. Was it because of Margni? Clouds of sinister origins gathered directly above them, as if to conceal all light from view. The edges that escaped the obscured pit of darkness were starless, a true midnight hue. Were they watching? Did they care? "...daughter of Pent, Ura, and Satir, a moon elf aligned to water, ice and fire. I have chosen a life of truth, reflected by my name. I ask to find my truth, as part of our contract. Will you accept my reason to live?"

    "It is quite selfish, for someone who was born as selfless. What of the truth that is not yours?"
    "You are right. Indeed, the absence of truth around me could very well endanger someone dear to me."
    "Ha, so you bestow upon yourself a name, and your fate is altered?"

    Vita ignored this last comment, for her attention was focused on a glimmer of sunshine breaking through the gaps between a patch of grass. Curiosity escaped her, for she already knew who was emitting the light. Crossing her legs behind her, Vita gingerly pushed aside the frosty curtain of green to find a miniature elf panting heavily. His eyes, which had been tightly closed, became narrowed slits. Behind him came a rapid flapping belonging to two sets of flowery wings. Every part of him was wrapped in a yellow glow, from the wavering spikes on top of his head to his pointy teeth that reminded Vita of a baby cub. There was hardly any way to differentiate him from a common pixie except...except for the crimson orbs glaring at her.

    "You...!" His voice was raspy, and his body began to tremble. Anger spewed from the tiny being, but just by glimpsing the expression on his face, Vita knew she couldn't stay away any longer. Pain. And tears. All the time she had lingered in shadows of doubt, confusion, and loneliness, her emptiness suffocated her companion to the point that their bond had nearly shattered.

    Without speaking a word to mend their feeble relationship, Vita curled her fingers around the perimeter of his light, as if it were a blazing flame. The moment her fingers breach the sphere of fire, would she be burnt? Still, she dared...

    "Don't touch me!" He was seething, and all of the bitter feelings that were bottled inside him exploded in Vita's face. "Stay away! You...I hate you! You’re a wretched master! You want the truth?! I watched you gaze longingly at those celebrating Moon Day, yet you scurry away from them when you get the chance to approach them! Coward! You're a coward, and let that beast manipulate you!"
    "Do you speak of me?" Another cackle, obviously out of amusement. "I only satisfy the wishes of those who are lost."
    "By eating them?! You glutton--"

    "ENOUGH!" Somehow, Vita managed to stand between the both of them, for Margni had veered his head closer and the fairy was bolting towards him. "I want to view this world with unclouded eyes, to see it for what it truly is. My wish--no, my goal is to discover my place in this world without compromising myself in the process. I read that a name is tied to one's soul, which is why I couldn't get close to anyone until I..." She stared directly into Margni's eyes as she said this: "...until I had a way to connect myself to them."

    Then she turned to the fairy. "I apologize for all the suffering I put upon you, and I ask of you for forgiveness."

    "H-huh?" All of his anger had ebbed away with Vita's words, leaving him stunned. His eyes widened, but then an awkward grin appeared on his lips. "Heh, why so serious? I was only mad 'cuz you weren't true to yourself, and you let that bully mess with ya!" He stuck out his tongue, at which Margni jerked his head away.

    "Well then, let's start over. My name is Vita Vero. A pleasure to meet you."
    "I'm Oren. Since my 'master' is hopeless, I'll stop moping around and keep you on the right path. Just don't forget me ever again, got that?!"

    "...I'll stay with you as long as I can." Vita smiled with satisfaction as Oren's light transitioned to purple, but that smile didn't last long. "Margni! I found what I was missing, as well as my reason to live. Now I ask of you that when I am on the verge of death, just before I die, to swallow my body. That will be your side of our contract."

    "W-wait, Vita, you can't--"
    "Accepted! Haha, until then, I will remain by your side as I did all along. Do not forget our exchange."
    "I said wait! Beast, you exchanged nothing! Quit treating Vita as another one of your pawns!"
    "Ha ha ha. Very well. Forsaken spirit who calls herself Vita Vero, if you so seek the truth behind your birth, the reason as to where and why moon elves are born so, as well as their affinity for summoning, seek that which is titled Voco e Vorago. Know that that which is summoned and those born by the moons are one in the same in origin. The rest is for you to find. Farewell."


    The rustling of her clothes and hair became evident as she snapped back into reality. By then, Vita realized that she was right by the entrance, which was slightly ajar. Had she strolled over to it while recalling the contract she made during her first few days of her birth? While she pondered her actions, Vita noticed that someone was talking next to the double doors. Focusing her attention on the individual, the image of Amelia came into view. Instinctively, Vita tugged at the shawl she had been given, which had been draped upon her right arm. Once they made eye contact, Oren and Amelia resolved the heated discussion they had been engaged in, only for Vita to somehow get involved in it.

    "Oh dear, the most horrid of sights crossed my vision just moments ago." Amelia squeezed Vita's hands, clasping them like a clam. Some strands escaped the white bun on top of her head, signaling that she had been quite out of breath moments ago. "I had witnessed the...destruction o-of a......a T-Tainted! Oh, it was sickening--not so much the Tainted, but...u-uah, I do so dread the way Tainted are...eliminated. Why, a few years ago, such methods were frowned upon. Now their ridding the city of Tainted in this very city. Oh, my heart...I wish they cared about the elderly as they do about the children. Ah, but I am rambling. I came so that we may leave together."

    "Amelia told me that she couldn't handle another sighting of a Tainted, so let's protect her the best we can, 'kay, Vita?"
    "Of course. Amelia, we'll protect you so that you and your family can reunite peacefully."
    "Why, the both of you are so sweet. Thank you for everything. Come, let's go!"

    Joy rekindled the serenity that clung to Amelia, dispersing the panic and agitation that had plagued her. No longer did her age seem to hinder her movements, for she practically skipped out of the door. Oren glided after her, with Vita in tow. Suddenly, Oren backtracked, as if he sensed something was awry. Although he was much smaller than herself, Vita barely avoided a collision with Oren, at which they both shrieked. Amelia peered at them in awe, but shrugged at the sight of them frantically waving their hands. They continued walking, the marketplace swarming with so many activities, it made advancing challenging. That gave Oren and Vita the opportunity to chat without worrying about being heard--that is, if they didn't get interrupted by shoving and collisions.

    "You were in a daze for awhile there, Vita. I didn't notice until I finished deali--I mean, proving our rights to those pathetic guards. Heh, I bet they don't even know the magical quantity behind those doors. Shame, we had heard that rumor about the Voco e Vorago possibly appearing in the restricted area..."

    "It may be a lie. Those who were spreading the rumor mentioned many versions of Voco e Vorago spread across many lands. Either there is an owner who distributed copies, or...someone is making this quest nearly impossible."

    "...Do you remember the contract you made with Margni?"

    "...Why do you..." She held her breath, knowing that Oren didn't like secrets as much as her. "Yes. I remember it clearly, especially because that memory came to me after thinking about the unknown--" Vita shook her head and corrected herself. "--no, I know now that the answer I'm searching for involves the Abyss."
    "Vita, that ribbon..." Oren's voice was stern, and he locked his eyes on the ribbon still keeping her dress in place. The shawl kept it mostly hidden, but Oren's keen eyes could tell that it was... "...It's moving."
    "I know."

    "Listen, if you truly remember that night, you know I tried to warn you. Margni doesn't enter contracts. He came to you not because you were lost, but because you knew you had nothing even though all the life around you had something or someone precious to return to. There are plenty of moon elves who accept that they have to start their lives from the very beginning, but you realized how unfair your birth was. That's what attracted Margni. He's cunning and takes advantage of those without hope."

    "So, you're saying I was filled with despair? Yes, I suppose you are right, but...this is what I feel is right. I don't know what will happen when I die, but I'd rather disappear as mysteriously as I appeared. As for Margni, I must admit I forgot where he was sent, but the contract we formed sealed him away in this ribbon. Therefore, no matter how restless he becomes, he cannot return to his proper form until the conditions of the contract are met."

    "Heh, you're nearly as clever as Margni! Ha, that beast finally got tricked."

    "Indeed...for now."
    Last edited by lokuri; 01-07-2013 at 02:07 PM.

    Nurarihyon no Mago!
    Inpa: "...I got your mask already, look! Isn't it pretty?”
    Balthazar: ”Urgh.. !! It's pink..”
    Inpa: ”Oh please, it's called being metrosexual!..."
    -- farag0n; Tales of Amn

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