Fantasy Lands of Nava

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The Elf woman spoke true, Kal had been pleased to converse with Orcish in a manner he’d been training himself day in and day out growing up. It’s been more than several years since he’d gone to Liza, he’d once considered settling there… perhaps one day. Kal kept his gaze on the Orcish Demon a heartbeat longer before turning away, “I leave his fate to you all, I am but a stranger here still.” He paused, turning his head to glance at the Orcish Demon again, “Mind yourself if they spare you, they might be exhausted, but I am very much in better form.” He added with a deep growl, eyes flashing with warning and… orange mana, primal fury rising to the surface from whatever dark memories Kal had pushed down.

“My name is Kal’reigh, I made my way to the area in search of someone, after receiving the same brand. I am not from Liza, I was born in the Tribal Lands and my Tribe is no more, I have spent the last 20 years traveling the continent.” Kal explained smoothly as he moved away to kneel beside a fallen Beastfolk, unconscious, their breath faulting. Just feet from him and the beastfolk, an Orcish warrior lay wounded with a pike impaled in his abdomen. Kal took a second to examine the Beastfolk’s body, before weaving his hands over them. Bright and gentle green mana glowed from Kal’s hands, forming into water as he placed it onto the body. The water trickled throughout the Beastfolks clothing and makeshift armor, healing cuts and bruises. The main injury, a broken chest cavity, endangering the organs inside. That healed slower, but surely. Kal looked up, meeting the eyes of the Orcish close by, “If you don’t want my pity, make yourself an Orcish deserving of something better.”

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Michelle looks down at Dezo, wiping some of the blood she coughed up. The whole scene is a mess and she can tell that everyone is beyond spent after the battle. The dead and dying lined the battlefield, covering the ground with blood. She sees Eri walk up, holding her hammer right next to the demon's face. Another presence approaches and Michelle immediately turns to face this new individual. Orcish by the smell, and even marked from what she can sense. Is he part of this raiding party? Michelle hisses at him, flashing her fangs once more and getting ready to attack if needed. Despite her current condition and the fact that she would most certainly be killed, the vampire is ready to go down fighting.

Her demeanor changes when he walks to the demon, seemingly angered. Maybe he isn't one of the raiding orcs. Kaito and Katherine return, allowing Michelle to soften up and be less tense at the whole situation. Spare him? Nothing good can come from having him around and letting him continue to heal... Michelle finally feels able to talk again, so she clears her throat while Kal'reigh explains himself. "Liza? I spent most of my life there..." She adds, wincing as more of her wounds seal up. Dezo's mana accelerated her healing far more than the demon's, hence why she's been able to recover far quicker than him. "You're also marked... and a healer from what I see." Michelle watches him use his magic to heal a fallen beastfolk near them.

Her head turns to Katherine, an angry look in her bright yellow-red eyes. "I don't think anything good can come from this. A good amount of them escaped and they surely will be asking for reinforcements to be sent here. How do we know he's not just buying time for more of his soldiers to arrive and put us down while we recover? I say we end him right here. He brought this upon himself."

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'Princess Miriannia' and 'Guardian Aura'

Location: In the midst of the battlefield, introducing themselves to the group.
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Entering the Fray...

The words of the spirits whispered yet again through her mind and into her heart; "Beyond enemy lines, lies your enemy... Yes, they lie... Follow them... Find truth..."

Yellow eyes narrowed. Once more she cleared her throat. Once more she spat. It was all she could do to prevent another dry heave. Words of wisdom be damned right now. This place reeked of death and rot unlike any she had known in her adult life. War was horrific, ugly and smelled twice as bad.

Orange eyes softened. A low rumble from his great chest sounded out. It was more of a mewl that sent out waves of empathy, a calming embrace of emotion for his Soul Bonded. She was not feeling well, but he knew it was more than just nausea. He leaned his huge head into her diminutive one and rubbed gently against her cheek.

They had been tracking the strange Orcish for some time now. The spirits had Communed to her that this male was the one that would lead her to 'truth.' And that truth had been eluding both them for some time now; would he lead them both to their lost companion? She could have used her mana to sense out the brutish green beast's intents however she did not want to risk giving away their position. If anything, she used her Soul mana to effectively suppress their presence from him. And it was her giant shaggy Guardian that would track him for he had the wandering Orcish's 'spiritual scent' locked in. And so they followed and he led them straight to death and despair.

A green hand of the Seeker Gobish female stoked at her Sentinel Tamu's cheek. Yellow eyes closed and she sent out an empathic message to him. He would understand it as concession. She and he had fought as to what they should do once they finally caught the plainly dressed Orcish using its mana. She suspected the worst and wanted to strike first. He pressed that the message from the spirits was to be heeded; just follow.

They did as told and found out that their quarry truly was a liar.

A huge, armoured female stood triumphantly over the fallen, horned monster, twin hammers at the ready. A pair was grounded and off to the side, a male and female, both looked to be in worse condition than the others; perhaps the male was dead? Another, a swordsman, was off rescuing others from a collapsed structure. The other that stood, an elegant elf, convened with the new comer Orcish. And here was where they witnessed the giant, green skinned beast's Mana.

Her Tamu Guardian was right to hold out hope for their quarry. In the Central Forest, their tribes were hated enemies of the murderous Orcish. And so that made the wandering Orcish their enemy upon sight. But this one did 'lie.' He was not a murderer. He was a healer.

They had all found 'truth' here. The strange glowing marks on their hands befuddled them. But it all made sense once they witnessed that all those that surrounded the falen demonic thing each bore a Mark that glowed just the same. They aligned altogether just right.

But really, what was that truth? Time to find out.

She double checked that her striped leggings and flowy black sleeves still covered all her tribal markings and tattoos. She especially double checked the feather laden headband fully obscured the tattoo on her forehead that inked her with sigils proudly denoting that yes, she was a Shaman and Royal of her peoples; The Laer'Dan Tribe. One final loving stroke of her companions black, furred cheek then she sent her own empathic message to him. He was right all along and she would deal with it.

Both small green hands held up to him in a stopping motion, the right palm glowed that strange hue that Marked them both (his was on the bottom of his immense left paw). She would rather he stay here for now. Better that a lone, less than 4 foot tall Gobloid approach this wary group. It was too great a risk to send in a humongous Tamu cat into the fray, not with the heightened tension in the air.

It was more of a dance than an incantation, but once her bodily movements were done, her voice rung out mellodic and in full song. The Soul Magic permeated her presence, lighting her up in the shining hues of Blue, stable Mana. Bare feet slowly towards them with both hands, palms outward facing, displaying openly her Mark.

Instantly she felt her soul settle as the spirits rode the blue mana wave back to her and whispered the intents of all present here. They were good people. The spirits believed the path they walked was one she, Miriannia and he, Aura should walk too. Altogether.

A single nod then she announced herself, the blue Mana radiance fading, "Hail all, I am MiMi. I am a Seeker. And I believe I may be able to help here."

It took everything last ounce of willpower, but she successfully resisted spouting off the rest of her names, titles and accolades. It was even harder to stop from enacting her peoples formal greeting of royalty; she was in fact, proud of her unique rhythmic greeting ritual. But a simple nod with hands clasped together was all she offered.

To the grounded horned female she turned, and offered a calming gesture, "If you'll please hear me out... I do have Soul Mana that will detect the... truthiness of its words should any wish to interrogate..."

An empathic message she sent to her Guardian. From the fringes emerged an 11 foot long, 750 pound, black male Tamu Feline. His orange eyes glinted in the prevailing light.

"...and if it goes wrong, my companion, Arz, will gladly aid in ripping the thing into ribbons."

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