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[Capaablanca]

When Vox came to the first thing he noticed was the slain dragon some fifteen yards away. It was an awesome sight, the great beast was battered and bloody, with a longsword protruding from the top of its skull; and the breath of its final roar etched onto its mangled face. The second thing was the pain. The whole right side of his body seemed to want to separate from him completely. Hesitantly, he looked down at his shoulder and grimaced. His entire right arm was hanging limply at his side, a good three inches lower than it would be naturally. Dislocated. He had received some medical instruction at the monastery so he knew that it would be difficult to relocate it by himself. On cue, the man with the blue aura from earlier descended, and strode towards him. He was muscular, and his skin was tanned bronze from exposure to the sun. His hair was the color of moon beams, and he wielded a bow with a sword sheathed in his side.


"I can help you with that, but its going to hurt." He said.


Vox looked up at him and replied;


"It'd be too easy if it didn't." And pivoted the useless arm towards the man. He grabbed it at the elbow and wrist and began to lift slowly, all while pulling the arm out with steady pressure. There was a brief period of mounting pain, and then instant relief as the arm snapped back into place with a sickening THUNK. Vox touched the now relocated joint gingerly. It was quite sore, but nowhere near how painful it had been before. The man that helped him was suggesting making a sling, when a muffled cry for help rung out. Reflexively, Vox got to his feet but staggered under the accumulated weight of countless minor injuries. He sagged against the wall behind him and said;


"I just need to catch my breath, leave me."


He didn't like being in this weakened state amongst all these mysterious strangers. He felt like an injured animal whose instinct would to be run, hide, and lick its wounds. This was foolish of course, if these people meant him harm they had plenty of opportunities to do so in the confusion of the battle. Still, if they were going to investigate the cry, he was in no fit state to accompany them. He simply leaned his head back a closed his eyes, content to let someone else deal with the situation whatever it may have been. It had been enough that he had run at a dragon without a weapon, there would be no more heroics from him today.

 

[Katsuya]

-Keila Vanya-
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Keila nodded, smiling a bit to Arthur. Well..maybe he isn't so scary...just really rough and tumble-y on the outside, but soft and fluffy on the inside...


'Like a biscuit...I'm not going to say that out loud...' She was a bit sad when the guy in the dark armor didn't answer back, but he might have his reasons. 'Oh well...as long he's fine...' She thought, now walking back to where the Monk and White-haired guy was at, ripping her skirt into a long bandage. She had more in her lodgings, one skirt missing isn't going to hurt her. While approaching the pair, she struggled to grab their attention, stuttering.


"Uh...Bandages. Here. to give...um-!" Deciding it's better to shut-up, Keila sat next the pair and carefully wrapped the Monk's shoulder with her make-shift bandages. Her face turning redder as she introduced herself to the other two men as well. Her small hands trembled every time she accidentally touched his shoulder, not wanting to harm him anymore than he already suffered through.


"I-I'm Keila Vanya...and that was...Arthur...I don't know who is Dark armor, but he helped out too..." She explained to the downed Monk, now creating a sling for his arm after wrapping his shoulder. The silly nicknames she kept making for each one of them was the only way she could indicate their identities. Though she just hopes that she wouldn't offend anyone.


"Th-thank you..from before...What ar-are your na-names?" She asked, smiling timidly as she tied the sling and leaned back to give the Monk some space. If anyone looked or noticed, her back was ripped to shreds and bleeding a bit from her rough landing, revealing the strange sun-like mark on her left shoulder.


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[Solaire_]

Altair took hold of himself once again, seeing that the source of the cry for help had seemingly been taken care of by the man who had introduced himself as "Arthur". He was about to continue on his way once again, eavesdropping slightly on the conversation behind him. The girl that had introduced herself as "Keila" was reintroducing herself again, and simply referred to Altair as "dark armor"; for reasons unknown to even himself, he found that somewhat amusing. 


Something in him wondered if they would be alright, and he immediately attempted to abandon the thought. They were obviously more than capable of caring for themselves. He turned to take one last look at the situation, when something on Keila's shoulder caught his eye. "That mark..." He blurted out suddenly out of surprise. He unconsciously grasped his own shoulder that had a similar mark on it. Did she perhaps know something about it? His own curiousity prevented him from leaving at the time being, and he stared at her, stunned. 


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[PressureCooker]

Alex was still watching as a man in dark-colored armor drove its sword through the battered dragon's head. He then slinked off to the side as the rest of the warriors that had engaged the dragon shakily stood up and conversed with one another. From where Alex was, it seemed that they were introducing themselves to each other, before moving off after hearing a scream. Alex followed them, not because of the scream, but because he had now caught sight of the mark on some of their bodies. It was the same mark that he himself bore on the back of his right hand. Alex had always been perplexed at how he had received such a mark, but had always dismissed it as a freak occurrence. Now, he knew that was not the case, and he was curious as to what it actually was. 


Alex moved into an alley to follow the rest of the others, pondering how he was going to introduce himself, when he ran across one of the warriors from before leaning with his eyes closed, but still breathing. Alex approached slowly, taking in every detail of the man. He was shirtless, bald, and very muscular. His tan skin was a stark contrast to Alex's pale skin. Alexander then saw the same mark on the man's body. He paused, and then quietly asked "Excuse me, are you alright?"


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Arlen Maren Hearthe
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Earth Elemental
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Location: Albarona || Scenario: Finding Meaning/ First interaction || With:  @Dragon Slayer Arcos @Blackrose7 @Solaire_ @Solid_Glass @Katsuya @AyyyLmao|| Mentions: N/A
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            Arlen's short sword swayed at his side as he strode past civilians and tradesmen. Entire stalls and booths had been left unattended in the dragons wake. Arlen was glad to see people had common sense, flee first. Arlen stopped to look over a gold necklace with stunning blue sapphire jewels. he smiled as he rolled the fine delicate jewelry up and tucked it into his pocket, picking a few other pieces of jewelry before grabbing an exotic fruit from another stall and walking on. He tore the skin off the fruit before biting at the sweet orange flesh below. Tasted delicious, most people called the fruit an orange but Arlen called them little suns due to their vibrant taste and color. Besides the sword hitting his leg with a metallic clang every once again this sector of the city seemed desolate, completely empty. The rogue in Arlen saw the unmeasurable profit but that wasn't what he came out here for. His ears perked as voices seemed to form while he walked. "Th-thank you..from before...What ar-are your na-names?" Was the first voice Arlen could pick out from the rest. He followed the sounds and stopped walking at a small clearing between buildings, almost like a bit of a courtyard. Before  anyone could answer the girls question Arlen cut in smiling like the devil himself was in the room. "I'm Redren, what may your name be, Fair maiden?" Arlen gave a slightly mocked bow towards the girl before his eyes scanned the crowd looking for who may be a future ally or someone he could use, who would be an enemy. Who should he fear?  
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[Katsuya]

-Keila Vanya-
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Keila jumped when she heard someone's voice sounding very surprised. She turned to where Dark Armor was, staring at her...or more like at her shoulder. 'Mark?...Oh!' The pink haired elf quickly covered the mark with her hand, now afraid of his reaction. Why would he care about the weird mark? And why is he covering his shoulder too?...Unless...Before she could ask him about it, a dark brunette appeared out of nowhere, introducing himself to her. She couldn't help but turn redder than before, almost a shade of rich wine.


"I-I Um-! Name-! Keila-! My-! Um-!!" Keila could already feel her body freezing on the spot, not knowing what to do other than be a stuttering idiot. He called her 'Fair maiden'. That's really embarrassing! For one, she knows she's not a maiden-! Well...she's never been with someone, but she fights! Maidens don't fight. Maidens, in Keila's opinion, is like her mother: a charming, cold, polite, emotionless lady who wouldn't even lift her finger to cut a steak. Still...to have a guy call her 'Fair maiden' is very...flattering, despite being bloody and covered in bruises and cuts and-


It's very confusing!


"My-My name is Keila Vanya...nice to meet you, Re-Redren." She finally straightened herself out, though still a bit nervous around the new guy. Then the pink-haired elf looked back at the dark armored knight, now curious if he knows anything about it. "Um...Dark Armor...What about my mark that you find so interesting?" For the first time, in the company that she's in, Keila did not stutter. In fact, she kept her eye contact on the dark knight, frowning a bit.


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[Blackrose7]

"He was probably looking at your mark; since almost everybody here has the same mark as you," said Alexandria, as she jumped down from the rooftop; since Alexandria was just checking on Pinky and the others. "You aren't the only one, who was going to ask about that; since I have seen how you and the monk ended up using air magic on that dragon, and how that guy ended up surviving from a dragon's fire. Because there is no way that he could have survived from that unless he has fire magic."
Alexandria then pointed at her mark on her right shoulder; for she didn't even bother to hide it since it looked awesome. "Also, even if you guys tried to hide your marks from people. Your magic is just way too unique for a normal person to have; because nobody has air or fire magic like some of you guys do," said Alexandria. For she has seen some bad people, who were attacking innocent people or person with their magic, and not once has she seen anybody having a unique type of magic here until now. "Now then. Before you guys end up attacking me for thinking that I am an assassin here. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Alexandria, but you can also call me: Blue."


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[Solaire_]

More new arrivals had approached the group, it seemed. The more crowded this group became, the more uncomfortable Altair began to feel. A pale stranger had begun conversing with the monk, and a rather silver-tongued one, who was apparently called "Redren", had clearly flustered Keila in some way, though it seemed to him she acted that way constantly. The two did not concern him very much at the moment, though he looked the two of them over momentarily; he was more occupied with the fact that he had made the terrible mistake of starting a conversation, rather than walking away quietly like he had wished. Keila seemed much less flustered now as well, staring at him with a somewhat unnerving slight frown. Before he could open his mouth to reply, however, another girl interrupted, jumping down suddenly from the rooftop.


She pointed to her own mark on her shoulder, calling herself "Alexandria", or "Blue". The latter was quite the peculiar moniker. "Why think that we would mistake you for an assassin at all?" He asked bluntly. "We have no reason to do so. Mentioning such a thing so suddenly sounds rather suspicious." Her strange sayings alone stirred a distrustful suspicion in him. It did not help that she had clearly been spying on them; from a suspicious location like a roof, no less. Realizing he was still grasping his shoulder, he moved his hand away from it immediately, rather placing it near his sword instead, moving closer to the shadow cast by the building they were near by. Just in case. It was not just Alexandria he distrusted, either; he did not hold any more trust for every one of the others present than her. 


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[MoltenLightning]

Trinity, listening in vain to the sound of response, plopped down on the ground and dismissed her energy entities. Well, maybe if she waited long enough someone would find them. With Biscuit's panicking, that was sure to happen, She glanced over at the small horse, smiling as she calmed down. "At the least, I guess I have someone to keep me comp-" She spoke, for a moment, before being promptly interrupted by a voice. By the time she had hopped up and gone towards it, the rock in front of her was... Glowing? AGH, WAS THE DRAGON BACK?! She took a step back, watching the rock melt from pure heat. 


Then, oddly enough, she saw a man peek through. He seemed to beckon her along. With an expression that read, 'What the actual crap..?', she stepped through after the rock had sufficiently cooled down. Trinity made sure to shut her mind off so that she didn't feel the need to ask questions... Which she sure did have a lot of. But, she could ask them later. As she came out from the alleyway, she saw there was a gathering; as she shifted her eyes over everyone, she saw the dead dragon. Surprisingly enough, that's what she was most interested in. Biscuit quickly followed after the only person she knew with hurried clomps.


The farmer girl made a bee-line for the creature, stopping immediately in front of it. Whoa. She'd never seen a dragon up close. It looked beautiful. Deadly, but still beautiful. Taking a peek over her shoulder, she watched the group converse. Hmmm. There wasn't any way she was going to be able to go through with the errand from her family, so maybe she should check back in with the-- Wait. 

Her gaze had caught onto a symbol on the pink hair's shoulder. The same one she had... Instinctively, she brushed a hand past it. Weird. Well, she couldn't possibly leave now... Very slowly, she made her way back toward the group. Maybe she could learn a few things. She didn't really like the amount of people here, but it beat having to go back to that boring farm...


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[Solid_Glass]

Arthur Rye Prax

Yeah, you're welcome for helping you out of the tight spot. A thank you would've been nice for Arthur at least. It kind of hurt his feelings how his effort to save her wasn't appreciated, gave him a weird feeling. "You're welcome..." Arthur muttered. Where was she in a hurry off to anyways? Arthur started back to where the dragon had been killed to talk to the others about recent events. He wanted them to explain some things like, 'How did you jump so high? How did you survive getting hit by that dragons tail? How did you cripple that dragon's wing by waving your arms around?'. He probably didn't have a right to ask questions, seeing how he survived dragon flames like it was nothing. But he wasn't going to mention it, or if the question arose, answer it. Because he didn't know that himself.

As he got back, he saw a new arrival. An extremely skinny woman with blue hair. She seemed to be talking with the others, but about what? She hadn't been fighting the dragon and she came seemingly out of no where. Had she been watching the entire dragon fight? She saw the girl she had saved standing near the dragon, looking at Keila. The monk seemed to be leaning on a rock with his eyes closed, so he should be okay. Keila looked edgy about the people around her. That's probably just how she is. It's kind of funny how she is, actually. Arthur looked around the area for who seemed to be the one who actually knew what he was doing. He looked at the man with white hair. He looked like he knew how to use his powers pretty well, using that blast of blue energy on that dragon. He was going to demand answers, but Arthur considered he might not know what's happening either. It was probably better to take a nap and wait for the guards to come and arrest him again. He walked over to a building, shielded from the sun and pressed his back against the rough stones of the building, slowly sliding down until he was sitting. He closed his eyes, and tried to go to sleep.

 

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Tobias Thawne


Tobias was glad to see that the guy that had mostly killed the dragon on his own was able to rescue the girl from the rubble. He saw that the man monk looking guy was struggling to recover from his injury. Sadly it would take some time for his shoulder to be completely recovered. The ones around him started to converse, chatting about the marks that were on their shoulder. Tobias looked around, then at his own exposed shoulder. They were right, all of them had the same mark. Could there be a coincidence? That didn't make any sense, as this mark appeared magically on his shoulder. Thinking about his shoulder, he could feel a constant tingle coming from it, like it was responding to the other people around him.


When the newest girl appeared, having come from admiring the slain dragon, his mark seemed to ignite, causing him to draw in a breath through his teeth as his mark started to glow a bright blue for a moment, then returned to normal. Tobias had no idea what that was about. He had been distracted when the Light Elf had given her name, only catching a brief part of it. When the girl came down from the rooftop close to them and began to talk about their magics, Tobias had to admit that she was right, there was something weird going on. "My name is Tobias. Pleasure to meet you all. But wh-" Tobias was cut off as a contingent of soldiers appeared around one of the ruined buildings. They bore the insignia of the Duke of Albarona.


Upon reaching them, the contingent stopped at a cry from their commander. The man was a tall individual, his shoulder broad and his armor polished to a glittering shine. The commander looked at their ragtag group, eyes lingering on the scorched prisoner. "His Majesty has requested an audience with you, the ones that managed to slay that monster," he gestured at the fallen dragon. "We are to escort you to him. Now you are to follow me immediately." The commander finished and turned around to start walking away. The soldiers that had come with him however surrounded the elementals and leveled their weapons at them, suggesting that they had no choice but to obey the commander.

 

[Abendrot]

Filthoril
Albarona

Fil never thought he'd be so happy to find a dank, rat-infested cellar to sit in.


The morning itself was splendid for our dark elven gentleman here, or rather it would have been quite splendid had his leisurely activities not been interrupted by a terrifying dragon, plucked straight from the storybooks. He saw it for but a moment: a black beast covered in thorny scales, filling the sky and the town with red hot flame.  Fil could hardly believe what had happened when it came, and it all happened so damn quickly there had been little time to think, to react. Naturally, being in the interest of preserving his own life, he bolted. The gates seemed to be the most sensible place to turn to,  yet they were on the far end of town, and traffic was horrendous.  He did find a solid-looking house though; its front door was carelessly left open, no doubt the tenants were in too much of a rush to close it before they left. Fil figured that whoever lived here would not mind if he stayed inside their basement for the time being, and for the next few hours he remained there, alone with the rats, the spiders, and his own thoughts. Not exactly the most heroic way of handling the situation, but at least it kept him alive.


Only when the violent noises dwindled and stopped did Fil muster the courage to leave his hiding place, hand close to his sword. Many of the buildings in the area were caved in, on fire, or untouched entirely. There were no charred corpses on the streets as far as he could see, and for that he was thankful. And, if his pointed ears served him correctly, he could hear soft voices of casual conversation drifting from the marketplace. Surely, if it was safe enough to chitchat out in the open like this, then the dragon must be gone, yes? With his curiosity piqued, he made his way there, making appropriate adjustments to make himself look presentable. Fortunately, he hadn't gotten too dirty down in the cellar.


The market that would normally be thronging with people at this time of day was now mostly empty, save for about eight or nine souls here and there. Laying on a ruin of fruit and vegetable stalls was the corpse of a bloodied dragon. This was a genuine surprise for Fil, but he did not react any more than quirking his eyebrows and smirking. They somehow managed the dragon, something a thousand men could not achieve in Lunaria, and they had barely a scratch between them. "Ha!" Fil cried out as he sauntered towards what remained of the beast. "Sad excuse for a dragon, really." But of course, Fil didn't want to completely disregard what a wonderful gesture these heroes have made. 


Unfortunately, he would not have the luxury of thanking them just yet.


A column of soldiers, no more than fifty of them, marched two by two into the marketplace, which they should have been doing more than an hour ago when the dragon was still terrorizing the town. The commander rode in at its head, bearing the standard of some round-eared lord that Fil did not know nor cared to know. "His Majesty has requested an audience with you, the ones that managed to slay that monster. We are to escort you to him. Now you are to follow me immediately." the soldier boomed. This was rather disappointing, as Fil had been looking forward to the conversation. It'd been too long since he'd had a good long chat with someone. Well, in any case, he'd better get moving. With luck, he might be able to catch a ride to the next town over and get some real rest there.


Except the soldiers were lowering their spears on him too. A frown creased Fil's face. They've assumed that he killed it too. He glanced over his shoulder, trying to locate a spot where he could slip away unnoticed, but as far as he was concerned, he was completely surrounded. "Gentlemen, gentlemen." he began confidently. "I had no part in slaying this monster. I was merely passing by to observe the body. Now if I may, I must be going now. . . "

 

[TwistedTruth]

Arlen Maren Hearthe
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Earth Elemental
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Location: Albarona || Scenario: Royal Treatment || With:  @Dragon Slayer Arcos @Blackrose7 @Solaire_ @Solid_Glass @Katsuya @AyyyLmao @MoltenLightning|| Mentions: The $2,000 Bounty on Redren's Head by the Duke of Albarona
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A nervous Cheshire smile crossed Arlen's lips as the guards weapons bent low pointed at him and the group he had joined up with. To be honest he could have fought his way out, he should have fought his way out. That was only rational. Though he could feel a sense of responsibility for this group. He wasn't I'm immediate danger and there really wasn't a guarantee that any of these guard had seen his wanted poster. It was a rather old bounty after all no one could catch him and his rogues. Arlen decided to hell with it and started following the guy in charge keeping his eyes on the commanders shining boots. Arlen had a sudden moment of clarity turning around to cast a condemning eye at the others as they seemed to stall for a second.
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"You all just killed a dragon, Doubt the Duke stands a chance." Arlen gave them a daring grin and turned on his heels raising his shoulder and straightening his back walking tall as if he belonged.
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Arlen learned one thing to be true as a rogue, Your gut is the only thing you should trust. and right now his gut feeling was strong.
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Bounty be damned.
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He could feel it in his chest; These were his brothers and sisters.
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[Katsuya]

-Keila Vanya-
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Keila nodded absentmindedly, still in shock that Blue was right about their marks and their powers. It is rather strange magic...She wondered if something bigger is at work here...'Like with my parents moving away...' She mulled over, watching an excited girl take a closer look at the dead dragon.


Then she perked up when she felt a group coming closer to where they were. Before she could say anything about them, the soldiers already came by, surrounding them with their spears. They even included the dark elf that just came out of hiding. What in the world? Is this how humans greet their helpers? She really doubts that.


Apparently, Keila took too long to stand up for one of the soldiers because he poked her bloody back harshly with the other end of his spear. She flinched, offended that he even did that in the first place. The soldier glared. "Move it! Come on, Elf!" Again, he poked her and she whack it away. Before he could say anything, the light elf stood up, glared back and walked away.


She's tempted to do what Redren suggested, but they have injured people and she's out of energy to fight anymore. So Keila just walked towards Arthur and keep him company.

 

[Blackrose7]

"Well; assassins do like to be on the rooftops, so I thought that someone might mistake me for one," said Alexandria, since she does have a point with that. Because most of the time, assassins always hide on the rooftops for it's the best place to get a sneak attack on someone from above.
As Alexandria was waiting for the edgy knight to respond; both the commander, and a group of soldiers from the Duke of Albarona ended up appearing. 'Wait what?! Why do they think that I killed the dragon here; since all I did was just watch them fight. But then again; this is a chance to meet the Duke of Albarona, so I will just play along here.' thought Alexandria, since the Duke of Albarona might have heard about her family. For her family being very skillful in the art of magic did go unheard of from both the royalty and nobility. 
Also if you are wondering if Alexandria didn't see Tobias's mark glowed light blue for a bit then think again, since she did see that. 'His mark went light blue for a bit? Yep; these marks are so linked with their magic here, which means...I get to have some cool magic like them too.' thought Alexandria, who was still wondering if she can use fire magic or air magic like them.


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[Solaire_]

"But that is simply stereotyping assassins. If they were so predictable, they would all have been caught by now." Altair debated back, unable to hold his tongue back in the midst of a fight, whether verbal or physical. His distrust of the girl had yet to ebb. She did not seem like the trustworthy type from a simple glance, either, it seemed to him. However, soon after his statement, a crowd of soldiers appeared, their commander "requesting" that they appear before the Duke of Albarona. It soon became all too clear it was much more than a request as the ring of soldiers closed around the entire group. A rather large part of him detested them for not doing anything about the dragon themselves.


He cursed under his breath. Out of all the things that could possibly happen-! An authority figure had "requested" an audience with these strangers that he cared nothing for, yet was grouped in with them by the circle of soldiers. If he was at any point recognized- it would mean catastrophe for him, to say the least. He desperately attempted to fall back, glancing at the buildings' shadows nearby, flicking his fingers frantically in the most subtle way possible of him in a attempt to use his powers, but with no avail. He attempted to move his hand withdraw his sword; however, his hand was... shaking, refusing to move. He looked around him, every possible route of escape blocked by one of the accursed soldiers, their spears pointed at him threateningly. Their sheer number would make it impossible for him to stand a chance, especially since none of the other strangers seemed interested in fighting back, regardless of the dark elf's provocative words. The best choice, at this point, was to play along and hope to draw the least amount of attention as possible. He moved his hand away from his sword, feeling the piercing glances of some of the soldiers as he moved along, stalling near the back of the group and trying his best to stay hidden amongst the others as much as possible. 

 

[Solid_Glass]

Arthur Rye Prax

Arthur couldn't sleep, so he was really just had his eyes closed. He was sure he got about two minutes of sleep, but those two minutes had been terrible. He had a dream that he was stuck in this ring of fire, with something watching him with glowing, beady orange eyes. They stared directly at him, following him wherever he went, running around the ring of fire he was encased in like he was some sort of toy or pet that was broken. The more the eyes stared, the more it felt like they were challenging him.

The ring of fire started to close around him, limiting the space he had to move, and sucking the air out of the general area, nearly suffocating him by the sheer heat. The more the ring closed, the closer the eyes seemed to be getting. As the eyes got closer, he could vaguely make out a figure, like a face, but it was unclear, shrouded by the smoke of the flames. They let off a deep hollow sound, like a heart beat, but much louder and all around him. The noise got louder, and louder. Arthur was in the ring of fire for a while, the sound getting louder, and louder, and it kept at a pace. Arthur tried talking to himself, but the noise only drowned out his words. He tried speaking faster, and louder. Why won't this noise be gone? He thought, yelling at the top of his lungs, but the noise continued to get louder, all while the eyes seemed to be mocking him at this point, staring at him, obviously seeing his pain, witnessing it first hand. The noise got louder, and Arthur let out a high pitched screech. His entire body erupted in flames, and unlike the dragon's, they hurt. He danced around the small ring, on fire and in pain. The noise getting increasingly loud. He summoned his own flames, which little did he know, made an extremely large pillar of flame around him in the real world, but in the dream the ring was doused, the eyes gone, and he seemed to be in the real world again.

The first thing he noticed were the soldiers. Had they finally came to arrest him, or were they going to find away to blame it on him and the rest of the people present. The second thing he noticed was the side of the building had been scorched, and the ground around him was burning with an intense white flame, that licked at the bottom of his shoe. His body hurt all over, like each individual cell in his body had exploded like an accident in an oil mine. His ears were ringing, and he felt a strong sense of insecurity, like he was still being watched by those damned eyes. 

He got up, looking at the wall he'd been in, the entire thing black from the fire. The only thing that wasn't burned was the outline of the mark on his shoulder, that was perfectly burned into the wall, but no, not like the rest of the wall that was black with soot, this was different. It glowing orange, like a marker, embers coming off of it like a warm hearth fire. The mark seemed to calm Arthur down a bit, eased his pain, and helped him come back to his senses. He looked at the soldiers. Arthur hoped they knew he was already jailed here for a few months, and maybe they'd put him back in. He'd seen the soldiers talking to the rest of the group, at least one of them, who seemed to be in charge here. But he hadn't heard what they were saying. He approached the group, being outside of the ring of soldiers that had all of their weapons pointed at the group. The guard was always so hospitable.

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Tobias Thawne


The soldiers led them through the ruined part of the city, none of them talking and the others around him seemed to be similarly unwilling to break the silence. The weapons that were holding them hostage ranged from simple spears to guns. Tobias knew if he or any of the others tried to escape or cause a fight, they would likely be wounded seriously. As they walked for some time, they passed into the less extravagant part of the city. Warehouses lined the streets, along with manufacturing plants. Abandoned vehicles were everywhere, some with their radios still broadcasting the emergency alter. The buildings here were undamaged by the dragon, and it seemed that some were even still in operation judging by the smoke rising from some of the smoke stacks.



Time Skip!! Three hours. We were taken to a military vehicle and transported to a forest stronghold outside the city. We are now in the presence of the Duke.

There had been a great deal of hustle and bustle outside of the underground compound. Tobias could tell that something was still happening that required his Grace to remain sequestered in this place. The soldiers that had taken them from the city had led them down through the compound several floors, until they had reached what seemed like the last floor. They were ushered through grand double doors and into an assembly chamber. Many people were there already, some scholars, others generals along with a few nobles. Sitting in a chair reminiscent of a throne, sat Duke Eichor. The man was round with short limbs and a bloated face. Jewels decorated his fingers while expensive clothes barely contained his rotund body.


The soldiers stopped before him with the commander bowing with great respect. "I have returned with the ones you sought, your Grace." The commander said. With a wave of his hands, the Duke signaled for the commander and his men to leave him. The soldiers bowed, and left the room. When the doors shut, all eyes returned to the ragtag group of people.


"You are the ones the destroyed my fair city? My sources must be misinformed, for you look like nothing more than under fed peasants." Eichor said, his voice dripping with condescension. The Duke studied the group, his eyes lingering on the elves, as well as the prisoner. "No, surely this pathetic group of miscreants before me could not have killed the dragon."

 

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"True, and let's....What the hell?!" said Alexandria, since Arthur seems to be creating an extremely large pillar of flame around him without knowing about it. 'Why is that fire guy creating an extremely large pillar of fire here?' thought Alexandria, since she doesn't know that Arthur was having a nightmare here.
After the extremely large pillar of fire around Arthur was gone; they were later taken to meet the Duke of Albarona, since he knows that they destroyed his city, because of the dragon. "Greetings your majesty; and yes, they did destroy your city because of the dragon. Now you may be wondering how they managed to kill the dragon here; since you haven't seen how they were able to do it like I was able to. For this group was a whole lot smaller than what you see right now." said Alexandria; since she is one of the few people in that group, who won't make Duke Eichor mad here. "This so called "pathetic group" that you see right here have a unique magic; since some of them were using air, lightning I think, and definitely fire magic against the dragon." 


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Arthur Rye Prax


After a few hours of riding in the military vehicle, Arthur was reminded of the time he was arrested. There hadn't been any fighting, he just went peacefully. The other thing that was on his mind was the dream. Every time he closed his eyes, he could only see those huge eyes, staring at him. He could even feel the heat of the fire that had circled him, and burned him. Just the thought made him hot and sweaty. It was probably one of the worse nightmares he ever had in a while, second only to the dream where he got the mark.

When he got out of the vehicle, he remembered being forced through large doors into a large room full of people. The most notable character being a small man sitting in a chair. He looked at at the group Arthur was apart of, as if sizing them up before speaking. He was surprised the man had dismissed his men. He knew he was a noble, but not of his status. His town wasn't large enough or wealthy enough for him to be a king, and if he was a king, he would've known him. After the Duke was done staring at them, he called them pathetic, and underfed, group of miscreants. He opened his mouth to say something that probably would've had him executed on the spot, but the girl with blue hair spoke up first. Arthur glanced at her when she said 'definitely fire magic'. Arthur  denied that he had magic despite all evidence. He quickly spoke up about it. "I don't have any magic." He corrected.

He immediately felt like an idiot afterwards, because she may not even be referring to him. He had another weird gut feeling, like the one he had during the dragon fight, except this was worse. It felt like his stomach was actually trying to leave his body, but the pain quickly withered away. Arthur thought he was safe until that sound came again, much worse, but again, it left him quickly. Arthur wondered how many faces he had made while he was in pain.

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Alexandria tilted her head a bit when Arthur said that he didn't have any magic here. "Actually you do have magic, since can you explain to me of how you managed to survive the dragon's fire without being burned alive? Because a normal person would have been dead from that happening to them," said Alexandria. "Also you sound just like me at first; since I also thought that I didn't have any magic here. Until I saw you guys having the same mark has me, and that guy's mark with what I think has lightning magic, started to glow light blue here when I ended up appearing." Alexandria then gave Arthur; the "Shut up. I am trying to save you guys." look, because she knows what she is doing here. For she isn't a peasant like most of these people; since Alexandria is from a rich family here. 'Seriously; is he trying to denied the fact that he has magic here? Since that is the stupidest thing to do here especially in front of a Duke, because there is a lot of evidence that he does have magic here. He isn't fooling anyone with this, since everybody in this room is smart.' thought Alexandria.


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Keila didn't appreciate the Duke's words, especially when he stared at her and the other elf like that. She stayed silent, seething at his arrogant and ignorant words. They saved his city and his thanks is calling them peasants and not believing that they did it. Then when Alexandra pointed out their magic to the duke, even when obviously Arthur was uncomfortable with his abilities, that made her...really angry. She gets that Alexandra want to save their hides from the annoying duke, but still...she didn't need to point out their powers to someone who obviously wanted to blame someone for the destruction of his city.


So instead of saying anything to the duke, she stood next to Arthur and tapped his arm. "It's okay...I think we're all confused about our abilities." The elf whispered for him to hear. Keila did not want to deal with his royal pain of her behind.


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Tobias Thawne


Duke Eichor looked at the blue haired woman, his eyebrows raised incredulously at her audacity to speak to him in such a manner. Everyone in the assembly had gone deathly quite, shock clear on their faces. Hearty laughter resounded throughout the room, accompanied by the Duke slapping his full belly. All the assembled people joined in with him, making Tobias irritated at their mirth concerning the truth. Finally the Duke's laughter faded and his serious disposition returned. "You cannot expect me to believe such lies. Elemental magic has been extinct since the Elementals left this world thousands of years ago."

 

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Filthoril
Albarona

"Take your hand off me! I've done nothing wrong!" protested Fil for the umpteenth time. The commander glowered down at him, arms crossed and eyes cold as ice. "I am running out of patience for you, drow." he snarled through gritted teeth. "Hands behind your back. Now." Fil pursed his lips, irritated by the stupidity of the man's accusations. "You cannot do this. I'll not be held accountable for a crime I never committed!" With that, two other soldiers came forward to seize him along with the others. Fil whirled and ran.


That turned out to be a mistake. In less than a heartbeat, he was unceremoniously tackled by the same two soldiers. The only sound he made before his prompt introduction to the cobblestones was a shrill, sissy cry of "OH NO!" followed by the sound his body being crushed in about seven different places. Fil found it exceptionally hard to breath with two massive brutes on top of him, but as they scrambled to secure his hands, all he could think of was how hard it would be to scrub the dirt out of this lovely coat.


"Fuck . . . "



They had him in cuffs now.


It was a sensible decision, Filthoril supposed. Without his hands, he wouldn't be able to blow every last soldier to smithereens, but they dug into his wrists in a most uncomfortable way, which he thought was entirely unnecessary. Still, this did not stop him from wriggling like a fish as they dragged him through town. "You cannot do this," he kept shouting at them. "I am Filthoril Mavarin, release me! My father will kill you for this, he will slice you open from balls to brain, unhand me!" This went on until the commander cursed at him, told him to shut up, and then tossed him into that cold, dark vehicle. Indignantly, the elf glared down at the commander as he shut the doors on him, and off he went, chattering and giggling with his men as he walked away. No matter how much Fil hammered and shouted at the doors,  they refused to open, and there was no one to come and save him. Before long he exhausted himself completely, and fell into a deep sleep.


The next thing he knew, bright light was spilling into the truck, and a a rough hand was picking him up by the collar. Fil was most certainly not looking forward to whatever they had in store for him.


Yet to his surprise, he found himself and the others ushered into a rather pleasant assembly chamber, well-furnished and well-lit. As he was shoved inside, Fil beheld the fattest man he had ever seen in his life sitting on a fancy chair oddly reminiscent of a throne. The Duke of Albarona. It was a wonder how anything he had could support his own morbid obesity.  Fil bowed begrudgingly to the Duke, and took a moment to look around the room. By the look of it, the man had a great number of scholars, generals, and aristocrats summoned to his estate, nearly all of them human. With a wave of his hand, the Duke dismissed the soldiers from the chamber. Fil was thankful for that much, at least. "You are the ones the destroyed my fair city? My sources must be misinformed, for you look like nothing more than under fed peasants. No, surely this pathetic group of miscreants before me could not have killed the dragon."


Now, if Fil wasn't still in handcuffs, he might've wrung this man's fat neck for implying that he was an "underfed peasant". But all thoughts of that were pushed aside when the topic of magic arose . Air, thunder, fire . . .  so that was how they slew the dragon.  Perhaps that's why they took him too. Fil had awoken one morning with the brand of fire etched onto his right shoulder. The element of power and passion, as the ancient philosophers used to say. He could not think of another element better suited for himself. But I digress,  Fil wanted no further involvement in this awkward situation he'd landed himself in. Clearing his throat, he stepped towards the duke. Now, it's time to toss the dice.


"Your Grace . . . " he began. Play it cool Fil, play it cool.


 "I am Filthoril of the House Mavarin, and I would like to profess that there's been a terrible misunderstanding. I had no hand in slaying the dragon you speak of, or destroying your fair city. I merely happened to arrive at the scene of the crime just before your soldiers arrived. Ask the others, and they will concur that I was not present." Fil held out his bound hands, as if expecting the Duke to unlock them then and there. "Therefore I humbly request that you release me at once,  and in return, our fair house will look the other way."


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Arthur Rye Prax

Arthur smiled as Keila whispered comforting words into his ear. He was glad he wasn't the only one completely in the dark on what was wrong with him, but they seemed to have more knowledge them him. At least, he assumed. The guy with white hair seemed to know what he was doing, seeing as how he came out of no where and shot the dragon with something. It couldn't have been an arrow, arrows don't glow blue and explode. But he was suspicious of Keila and the Monk. The monk seemed to throw the dragon into a building just by waving his arms around, and Keila never missed and always hit the dragon in its weak points, which was strange. It shouldn't be possible for anyone to shoot with such accuracy. But then again, elves are generally skilled at this type of thing, so maybe it was a little justified.

Arthur didn't quite hear Filthoril's complete statement or name. In fact, he almost laughed because the only part of his name he had heard was 'Filth', which would be a terrible name for someone of such high status. Speaking of, he also had a small disliking for anyone that was a noble, or of higher status than a peasant for that matter. It might have just been because they always caught him stealing from them as a child, but he tried not to think about it too much, or he'd end up questioning his own morals. What a freaking legend. He thought, as Filth finished his introduction. He almost wanted to mock him. 'in return, our fair house will look the other way'. If Arthur had tried to say it, he'd be executed on the spot. Not because of the fact he didn't belong to a house, or have a noble status, but just because he almost sounded like a threat, and speaking to a duke of all people in such manner would probably have ANYONE executed, and a war would probably start over that. So far, the duke seemed unconvinced that the group had killed the dragon, or for that matter, even had magic. Part of him wanted to demonstrate, the other wanted to stay quiet. If he used his abilities now, he might hurt someone, or something might go wrong, or he might make himself look like a fool. Fuck it. Arthur thought, as he raised his arm above his head like a school boy wanted to ask a question to the teacher.

In the moment that Arthur had raised his hand, the air seemed to pop and crackle around his body. Soon enough, his entire arm went up in flames. It didn't hurt, and Arthur felt like he'd regret it. He'd also regret not having a shirt on, but that wasn't his fault. The dragon did burn it off. After his arm had been in the air for a good few seconds, he put it down, and expected the flames to go away, but to his dismay, it didn't. He started to wave his arm around like a crazy man, trying to douse the flame. It still wouldn't leave his arm. He didn't know he was throwing embers everywhere that could possibly start a fire, but he was more focused on something else. After shaking his arm and blowing on his arm for a good 30 seconds, the flames went away.

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