Private RP (GinjaGen & MissEffy)

[GinjaGen]

Environment: Mountainous, with large lakes and forests with harsh winters.


Races and Varieties:


Human

• Magical
  
• Non-Magical
  

Elf

• High
  
• Wood
  
• Drow
  

Fairy

• Sprite
  
• Pixie
  

Magic:


- Spells - Anyone can do them


- Inherent


Government:


Royalty (with a few provinces)

 

[Prize Fighter]

Hey, I found it!

 

[GinjaGen]

Hey, I found it!

Yay! Let's talk in the OOC Tab about what we might like to do!

 

[GinjaGen]

It was raining. Telah pulled his hood the tiniest bit tighter. He wasn't bothered by the rain, but he knew that Aviva was, and currently she was shrunken down to the size of a moth, hiding on his shoulder. Telah stood on the outskirts of the city. He had traveled a very long way to get here, and he brought news that would not doubt make many fearful and angry. His people had recently become aware of an illness so evil that it was not only claiming the lives of the people, but also transforming those lost into creations from the very darkest places imaginable. What once were friends were now a threat, tearing neighbors, friends and even family apart. The Drow leaders knew it was a threat to all those living in the world, so he and a few select others were sent back out into the outside world to warn the leaders of this threat. He had found it odd that he had been one of those chosen, not having any experience with the outside world. He suspected he was sent out because of the Drow people, he was one of the few that would not stand out too much in the outside society, with his reasonably normal colored skin and dark hair. The leaders believed he could pass for a normal elf, and would thus be less distrusted. Unfortunately, this suspected plan was destined to backfire, as Telah might have looked the part, but he was entirely ignorant about the outside world, repeatedly causing himself and those around him problems.


As he stood outside the city he took a deep breath, resigning himself to not speak to anyone but those in charge unless absolutely necessary, and to try not to do anything stupid. Finally gathering the courage, he straightened his cloak and approached the gates, keeping his head down as he walked past the guards. He made his way towards the palace, which luckily was quite visible. He stood outside for a moment, staring in wonder as it was completely different than what he was used to. After the moment of awe passed, he realized he didn't know how to go about this, and a bit nervous, he approached one of the guards standing at the entrance.


"I would like to request an audience with your leaders. How might I go about doing this?" He asked.


The guard glanced at Telah, then did a double take, looking him over properly. He furrowed his eyebrows at what he perceived to be barely more than a child like he was insane. "What? You wanna meet the King and Queen?" The guard began to laugh. "No one but the most important people see the royals. What makes you so special?"


"I have important information related to the wellfare of the world." Telah said.


The guard began laughing even harder. "Sure you do." He said, nudging his fellow guard, "Kid's got some important information that'll save the world." The other guard began laughing as well.


Telah's face grew hot, and he walked away, feeling humiliated. "Good luck with the world saving!" The guard, still laughing, called after him.


Aviva stuck her head out from under his hood. "That didn't go as well as we'd hoped..." Telah shook his head and sighed. "Outsider culture is very strange. Was my request that odd?" He asked, looking at Aviva.


"Seemed fine to me!" She said with a shrug. Telah sighed again and looked up at the palace, wondering what he should try next.

 

[Prize Fighter]

"Don't get involved, Anastas!" Brom hissed as he pulled at his half-sister's white-blonde hair. She was stubborn and threw the title of "Princess" around like it was nobody's business; these traits were part of the reason her adored her so, she was everything he wished he could be and then some. Put simply, Brom admired Anastas when she should be the one admiring him. He was her older brother after all.


The Princess eluded Brom's grasp easily, continuing on with purpose and grace. Anastas was a specter of beauty and ice, the light blue silks she wore giving off the illusion that she was severe and cold. "It came to my attention that you wish to see the King and Queen. What is it you wish to tell them, Elf?" Her voice was soft and sweet, her words crisp and clear like a winter's morning.


The guard watched nervously from a distance. Were his eyes playing tricks on him, or was that the princess?


"Anastas, it's clear he's just a madman. He doesn't know anything." Brom gave Telah the once over, grimacing as he spoke in Elvish. "I know not why you're here, but Drows are not welcome in Pertis."


Anastas could feel her ears reddening as anger filled her like boiling water. "I will here what this man has to say, and you will be silent. You will respect what I say because I am your Princess. Do not ever contradict me again, Brom." Her brother rolled his eyes as she spoke, pulling Herbert from his pocket. The tiny fairy looked around, his eyes drifting lazily towards Telah and Aviva. He ignored them, using Brom's ear to make his way to his mess of blond hair.


The guard swallowed hard. It was indeed the Princess. He rushed forward, a spew of words spilling from his mouth.

 

[GinjaGen]

Telah started when the princess first spoke to him, not having noticed her approach. He examined her, taking in the noble way she held herself, and her seemingly cold disposition. Her words held authority that was beyond her years and the others in the general vicinity, with the exception of the man beside her, appeared to be shocked by her presence. When she asked him what he wished to report to the queen, he was about to respond when the man spoke. Telah's attention turned to the fair-haired elf next to the woman. This man carried himself like he would be trouble in a fight, and Telah made a mental note to try particularly hard not to irritate this man. Again he was about to respond when the woman when again. It was interesting to see what had appeared to be an icy calm beauty suddenly become like white-fire.


"It's another fairy!" Aviva whispered to Telah, excited, her head just barely sticking out from under Telah's hood. Telah ignored her for the moment, his attention on the two in front of him, and became even more confused when the rude guard from before approached. He caught the word Princess falling from the guard's mouth and instantly perked back up.


"You majesty," He said, interrupting the guard. "I apologize if my presence is troublesome, but have been tasked by my leaders to come and bring news of a great danger threatening the world." He said. While the sentence was perfectly spoken, the outsider language was not his native one and he carried the accent of a Drow elf.

 

[Prize Fighter]

Anastas' attention was on Telah, ignoring her brother and the overweight guard. She was captivated. "Uh, yes." Clearing her throat, she regained her composure. "I'm curious. What is this 'great danger?' I'm asking because I would rather not look like a fool by bringing you in front of my parents and this be an elaborate joke." Anastas cocked her head to the side and smiled softly. "I hope you understand, traveler."


"Your majesty...you can't be serious...he's clearly mad..." The guard said, dumbfounded.


"Clearly this man is the only one with a brain." Brom agreed as he helped Herbert to his mop of blond hair. At this point Anstas' eyes were glowing, and he knew he had overstepped his bounds. Though he was older, Anastas still held all the authority. She was clearly angry.


"Speak again and I will cut out your tongues." Her words were cold, but she meant them not. The most she would do would be have the guard removed from his post, if that. Despite her reputation, she was kindhearted and mostly benevolent. Mostly.

 

[GinjaGen]

Telah watched the woman transform back into royalty in awe. It was akin to watching the seasons change, each was awe-inspiring in their own way. Aviva was still eyeing the other fairy, trying to decide if she should go over and greet him.


"Your Majesty, I bring news of a dark sickness." Telah said in his strangely melodic exotic accent. "The sickness kills those it infects if the person is lucky. The ones that do not die right away transform into dark twisted shadows of themselves and attack those around them without pause or remorse. My people have observed this strange affliction spreading, slowly but surely."

 

[Prize Fighter]

Silence filled the air, even the birds stopped chirping. The smile had dissolved from Anastas' full lips, and horror filled her eyes. "So, it's not just happening here? It's happening in other places?" She spoke in little more than a whisper, unable to manage anything else. Brom had heard Anastas talk about a "dark sickness," but he had never believed her. Anastas opened her mouth to speak once more, but Brom silenced her.


"You have earned the right to speak to the king." Brom said before turning away to address the Princess. "I will run ahead and deliver a message. You lead them into the castle." With that he turn and ran, Herbert clinging to his ear.


Anastas led the Elf and the Fairy towards the castle, her lips pursed in thought. A dark orb floated out of her hand, perching itself on her shoulder as it transformed into a cat. "Mmm, who's your friend Anastas?" he purred. Anastas hushed the cat. "You speak too much for a cat, Cuchulain. Hush. I can't think."

***

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"Anastas, what is this?" The Queen snapped as the tree entered the throne room. Her daughter was her spitting image, both beautiful in a cold sort of way. It was immaculate, decorated with the banners of kingdoms it had toppled. The King and Queen had matching thrones of Onyx, each outlaid with hundreds of sapphires; their crowns matched their thrones, as did their attire.


"Mother, just list--" Anastas was cut off by the Queen.


"I told you, Anastas, keep that cat out of the throne room! People must not know!" The Queens words stung Anastas, causing her to shrink away.

 

[GinjaGen]

Telah was stunned by a number of things walking into the thrown room. The intricate yet immaculate decor of the throne room was both fascinating and intimidating. Even more intimidating was the display of conquered kingdoms. His people never had their accomplishments displayed upon the wall.


The familial beauty was another source of surprise and awe. He could easily tell from where the princess had obtained her icy complexion and public disposition. However, while the queen seemed to be made of pure ice, the princess seemed to have a warmth within her, which he had seen when she had become irritated with the light-haired elf.


It was the blatant disrespect for the familiar that was the most stunning to him. Where he was from, having a familiar was a sign of a high level of competence. He had been proud when he had been assigned his, as scatter-brained as she was. The outside world was never ceasing to both fascinate and horrify him in the most odd ways he could ever imagine.


As the queen's conversation abruptly came to an end with her daughter, Telah struggled to get his brain back around the customs. He bowed deeply and more gracefully than he thought he could manage in the moment. "Greetings Your Majesties." He said, doing his best to speak clearly and correctly, and to minimize the possibly offensive Drow accent.

 

[Prize Fighter]

Brom spoke for his sister, trying his best to protect her from the Ice Queen's wrath. "Your Majesty, the elf has come to give us news of a plague. One much like our own." The Queen glowered at him, hatred seeming to pour out of her. "You are not allowed to speak in my presence, half-breed!"


The King sighed and rolled his eyes, winking at his children. He loved them both equally, and would have preferred if the two shared the same mother. Memories of her were fond and sweet, and he thought of her often. Now was not the time for memories, though, he had a demon to deal with. "Rin, speak to my son like that again and I will have you thrown out of my throne room. As I have told you more than once, Cuchulain goes where Anastas goes. You cannot separate the two, they are one. Honestly woman, do you ever listen?" His tone was rich and deep, spreading a warmth throughout the room. The Queen simply fell back into her throne, sulking like a wounded viper.


Cuchulain leapt off of Anastas' shoulder and landed on the marble floor with a soft thud, he paced the floor mewing here and there to annoy the queen. He hated her almost as much as Brom did. Almost, but not quite.


The King turned towards Telah, stroking his long, graying beard. "Now that my wife has quieted down. What is it that you have to tell us, son?"

 

[GinjaGen]

As Telah watched the king he recognized where the warmth in the princess came from. Telah was surprised by the king referencing the elf as his son. While the family talked, Telah examined the elf again, and slowly recognized some similar features. He recognized now that the two young adults must be half siblings. He was even more interested in the fact that Brom was apparently only half-elf. Had he not been on a mission, and had Brom not already shown his distaste for Telah, Telah would have loved to converse and learn what it was like being a half-breed in the outsiders culture, and how this compared to being a half-breed in the Drow culture. But he had business to attend to.


"You Majesty, as was previously mentioned, I am here to report a blight upon the land that my people have observed, and illness that causes people to change into nightmares that perform unspeakable acts." Telah prayed he was speaking correctly to the King, and that his accent wasn't . His people were ruled by a group of elders who conferred before making a decision, so it was odd explaining himself to only a few people, especially when there was a high probability he wasn't following the correct protocols for the outsider's culture, or the rulers had a bias against Drow elves like so many of their kind. It was one of the few moments in his life he was actually thankful he could pass, at least physically, for a dark wood or high elf.

 

[Prize Fighter]

The King lowered himself slowly into his throne as if exhausted by Telah's news; he removed his crown, placing it on his knee. The warmth that had once filled the room began to drain away, it was cold once again. "Brom," His tones were somber, and flowed from his mouth slowly. "Go tell Ra's to put those in the sick wing in the dungeon. Once they are there, they are to be disposed of and burned."


"Father..." Brom started, but he was quickly silenced.


"Silence, boy. This is part of being a King! I will not have them infect more of my citizens, or my children. You will do as you are told, and you will do nothing else." The King raised an eyebrow. "Is that clear, Brom?" All Brom could do was nod, avoiding his father's gaze. He was heartbroken, friends of his were infected. Herbert rubbed Brom's ear as if to comfort him.


The King turned his attention back to Telah, "I thank you for making the journey to bring us this grave news. Anastas will show you to a room, and you can rest and eat. I expect you to stay a day or more, there is much I wish to discuss with you. Until then." With a nod he pushed himself up, walking out of the large room as Rin followed close behind. Their footsteps echoed throughout the ornate room, only dying away when they were a good ways away.


"Well, I guess that means you're our guests. I'm unsure if I ever got your names, though." Anastas said almost awkwardly. Too much had happened in a short amount of time, her head was spinning. Brom was seething. "He can't do this!" he hissed.


"Brom don't be a fool. You sister would be the next to catch the sickness. Here it's targeting people with powerful magical powers, that's why it hasn't target you." Cuchulain purred as he rubbed up against Brom's ankles. Herbert shook his fist at the cat, clearly angered.


"Stop being a child, Cuchulain or I'll call you back." was all Anastas could say before the black cat sulked off.

 

[GinjaGen]

"Majesty, my name is Telah." He said, trying to bow politely, though it came across a little bit more awkward that he had hoped. He was running out of rules of etiquette that he had learned in the outsider classes.


"No, the cat''s right!" Aviva said, suddenly popping out. Telah tried for a moment to grab her to pull her back, she easily dodged him anyway. "The illness is going after powerful magic users. They're the ones that turn into the bad things! That's one of the reasons they sent Telah away, they didn't want him to get sick, I heard them talking about it before we left, but then-"


"Aviva!" Telah cut her off, "You shouldn't speak like that to the leaders' chilren!" in his surprise and irritation at Aviva he had switched back to the Drow dialect of elvish to chide her. He quickly turned back to the princess, bowing. Switching back to what he thought of as the outsider's language, he tried to damage control.


"My apologies highness, the sprite does not understand your culture. I will keep her out of the way for the remainder of my visit."


Aviva, a little bit irritated and hurt, flew back to land on his shoulder where she pouted. "It's making other sick too..." She mutter, but went silent when Telah frowned at her. She made a huffing noise, but remained silent.


Telah gauged the room, to perceive if Aviva's little outburst had caused a significant amount of damage that would make his stay here even more stressful than it had already proven to be. He noted Brom's anger, and felt bad. He too had lost friends to the blight. That was one of the reasons he had accepted the quest, to prevent the loss of more.

 

[Prize Fighter]

"I told you he was a Drow..." Brom muttered, but there was no satisfaction in his voice. Herbert was still rubbing his ear.


"Oh come off it, brat. I knew he was a Drow before you told me." Anastas said boredly as she plopped down on her father's throne. "He reminds me of Master Ra's who is full Drow. An elf is an elf as far as I'm concerned. Now that you've pointed out the obvious, may I have a conversation with him?"


"You didn't know until I said anything, liar!"


"Shut up, you large child! You are 19, not nine. Act as if you are a man!" Anastas stamped her foot, she was growing impatient with her brother. He knew what buttons to press so that she made a fool of herself. It was one of his favorite past times. "Now then. Tell me how the illness started where you're from? I'm curious to see if yours started the same way it did here. Also, you should let the sprite speak. She seems intelligent."


Herbert perked up at the word sprite, wiggling his eyebrows at Anastas. "No, Herbert. Not you. You can't speak."

 

[GinjaGen]

It certainly was interesting to see the two half-siblings interact. Though Taleh assumed that the boy was older, the girl spoke with more authority. He assumed this was because she was the legitimate heir to the throne, while the boy was not. But it was obvious that they were close.


Telah also winced. He knew he had given away himself before, and that Brom had known the entire time that he was a Drow, but at the same time, it felt he was being accused for being a Drow. It didn't feel like just an observation. He cleared his throat. "At first it appeared to be a normal natural ailment. One of our tirith... er... guards became ill with what appeared to be a simple cold at first. Then his body began turning black, the normal blue hue of a Drow replaced by a pitch black color. Even his eyes became this bottomless black. He became increasingly worse, until he finally died. He had no magic that we knew of. His wife, however, was one of the teachers of magic to the children . When she became ill, it began as it had been with her husband. We did not know anything more was truly wrong until she was being prepped for the death ceremony. Without warning her body sat up and attacked those who were prepping her. She ripped them to shreds and began eating them. As she ate, her body became distorted. In the end, the preperation hut was burned down, with her inside it, and that was what finally set her free. We began to hear of similar happenings in the surrounding lands when our children returned from their pilgrimages, those that did return. The council perceives this as a great threat, and thus decided to send a few chosen out to warn others of this danger." Telah finally fell silent, his mind wandering to those they had lost before the quarantine.


"My name's Aviva!" Aviva said, breaking the silence suddenly, feeling awkward with the level of sadness in the room. She had perked up when the princess gave her permission to speak, and had stuck her tongue out at Telah. She flew out in front of Telah, smiling widely at the princess. "What he said was true, we are here to help! And if you're nervous about Drows, you don't have to worry, Telah's only half drow! He-"


"Aviva!" Telah cut her off. He wasn't sure how it was in the outside culture, but not being a pureblood was a source of ridicule, and he didn't want Aviva spilling that information all over.

 

[Prize Fighter]

Anastas couldn't help but laugh at the sprites fiery personality; she was a ball of fire, that was certain. Her laugh was soft and sweet, and her nose crinkled ever so slightly. "Oh my, aren't you something? I'm never nervous about Drows, Aviva. They're not as bad as everyone thinks. Master Ra's is a wonderful Drow, he taught me all the dark and ancient magic I know." She smiled, holding out a hand so she could pull Aviva closer to inspect her more closely. "Your familiar is beautiful, Telah. I hope you realize just how lovely and valuable she is." Her eyes drifted toward Telah, he was as handsome as Aviva was lovely. The princess blushed, quickly averting her eyes.


Brom took hold of the conversation, it was clear Anastas would be useless for a bit. Then again, he never found his sister particularly helpful. He cleared his throat, drawing the attention to himself. "Now that we're done passing out compliments," Brom glared at Anastas who was once again enthralled by the sprite. "The same thing happened here, except one of my teachers got sick. He's not completely black yet, but he'll be black soon. It's awful." His voice faltered, sadness tinging it. Nothing made sense anymore. The plague had come out of nowhere.


Cuchulain stalked back into the the room, a mouse in his jaws. "Still talking about the plague, hm?"

 

[GinjaGen]

Aviva was loving the attention. "See, Telah, she's fine with Drow elves! It probably doesn't even bother her you're a mix! These Outsiders aren't as bad as we first thought!" Telah sighed, knowing there was not stopping Aviva now. Aviva continued innocently. "And thank you, princess, you're gorgeous yourself! And I'm sure Telah thinks so too, it he wasn't so focused on his mission-"


"Aviva!" It was Taleh's turn to blush and stand there awkwardly. It was true, he had noticed the princess was beautiful, but it was as Aviva had also said, he was focused on his mission. So when Brom mentioned his teacher, he was adequately distracted, his attention turning to Brom's comment, and thankfully away from his embarrassment.


Taleh thought back to his own teacher, who in fact had been the first woman to fall ill and then attack those that had been her friends. He had been there for her death ceremony, and had witnessed the others burning the place down. Since then, he'd devoted his time to trying to assist with the healing of those with the blight, though at a distance as his elders didn't want the younger generation to fall victim as well. Nothing would help. Magic actually seemed to make things worse, the transformation would speed up. As time went on, his people recognized that the illness must have been magic related, and could be transferred when innate tainted magic was used on the victim. This could range from a healing spell originally meant to make someone feel better, to an active attack. Luckily, written spells and runes were able to help ease the pain of the ill, and protect the caretakers from inadvertent transfers, but no active healing would work. "How many people have the illness here? And might I see them before they are moved?"

 

[Prize Fighter]

Brom mulled over Telah's question, plopping down at Anastas' feet. Ra's was not fond of strangers or people in general, but the Telah did know a great deal about the plague. With a long, drawn out sigh he came to a conclusion to the elf's question. "Yes, you may see them. Not for long, though. They need their rest. They're very weak, and I will not allow them to get sicker because you pestered them." Brom sighed again, running his fingers through his white blond hair. He hated everything about this. It worried him that this stranger knew so much about this illness. It bothered him even more that he was taking an interest to his sister. His sister is where he drew a very thick line. A line with spikes and and spears, possibly a moat.


"The eight with the plague are being treated two floors bellow us, we didn't want to risk having them in the open. It's dangerous enough as it is." Anastas spoke as she pushed herself out of her father's throne, making her way across the room. It almost seemed as if she was gliding over the marble as if it were ice. "Two of those infected are Mundane, three are healers, and three are teachers. The humans were the first to show signs of the illness, and then it spread from there. All those that have tried to help have been infected, therefore Brom and I have been barred from the room. These people are our friends, and it's miserable not being able to help them. I hate it." Her voice was a mixture of sorrow and frustration. The princess seemed to shrink before their very eyes, emotionally exhausted from the day.

 

[GinjaGen]

"It is hard to lose friends and feel so helpless." Telah said, nodding, sadness on his face, sadness mirrored in the other two's eyes. It was sad to see such a change in the princess, from the energetic majestic combination of fire and ice, to a girl worried about her friends and family. But still it appeared there was more, as she was also a princess, so her concern was spread to the entire nation. "That is why I have come, to help mine. Maybe in working together, we can all save them, or protect those that might be infected in the future." He said, smiling for the first time at them, wishing he could truly make them both feel better, and that he had the power, skill and knowledge to help the people.

 

[Prize Fighter]

Brom, always the pessimist, spoke first. "I'm not sure what we can do anymore. The only thing that will save them is finding out what has caused all this. Until then, we just have to hope that it stays within the city." The future looked grim, and Brom was beginning to doubt that anything could be done. How could three children stop the spread of a deadly disease. They couldn't. He glanced at Anastas, it was clear the gears in her brain had already begun to churn. Oh gods.





A large Drow Elf appeared behind them, his arms crossed over his bony chest. "Where exactly do you think you're going Anastas?" His question sounded harsh, yet his tone of voice was even and cool. It sent shiver's down the princess' spine. It was clear she was in trouble.


"I'm bringing Telah to see those who are sick. He thinks he might be able to help, Master." Anastas was dumbfounded. She hated answering her Master's questions.


"Don't be stupid girl. Who is this Telah, and where did he come from?" Ra's raised a hand, stealing the words from her throat. "The question was for him, young one."

 

[GinjaGen]

Telah stepped forward, "Heron, nanye Telah." Telah introduced himself holding his hands a little bit out in front of him then bringing them back to his body crossing them over his and slightly bowing his head, making explicitly sure to use the honorific word "heron", meaning "elder" in reference to this new man. This was the proper greeting he had been taught as a child, and it had been drilled into his head to do this whenever meeting a Drow of higher rank or of greater age. Looking up and putting his arms back to his sides he smiled, quite possibly for the first time in the others' presence. "You must be Ra's. I am from Emynnufuin. I was sent to warn this kingdom of the dangers of the blight, but have found that it has already reached you. The king has invited me to remain for a few days in order to exchange more information. I would also like to examine your ill so I might compare the illness."


Aviva, who had been sitting on Telah's shoulder had flown off in suprise when the large elf had appeared. She had floated over near Brom, and had caught sight of Herbert, still nestled in Brom's hair. She flew over, not landing, but investigating this fellow sprite that she had not been introduced to. It was so rare to meet another fairy, especially a male fairy, so she was incredibly interested to talk to him.

 

[Prize Fighter]

Ra's watched Telah, his taunt face fixed with a bored expression. He had no time for pleasantries of long past, he had left his home hundreds of years ago. He was no more a Drow than Anastas or Brom. "Yes, what a wonderful greeting. You are no longer in your Forest, boy. Learn to greet those you meet like a human, regardless of their race. It will take you far. As for looking at those who are ill, I cannot allow that. You fancy the Princess and therefore will spend time with her after you visit those who are ill; you run the risk of infecting the princess, and I will not have you kill my favorite student." Ra's turned towards Anastas, "do not argue, Orchid. I would never forgive myself if the sickness got to you." He kissed her forehead before disappearing, leaving a shower of purple orchid petals behind.


The princess brushed the petals out of her white blonde hair, unsure of what to say or do. Slowly, she turned towards Telah an apologetic smile on her face. "That didn't go as planned..."


Brom snorted, "God, I love Ra's." He was everything Brom aspired to be. Glancing up he saw Aviva floating overhead, trying her best to speak to Herbert. "He won't answer you. He's mute. He has been since my mom died"

 

[GinjaGen]

"No it did not..." Taleh responded. He was actually quite shocked at the exchange, but what Ra's had said was true. He was no longer in his forest, and if he was going to continue working with the people outside of it, he would need to learn to be like them, to the point that he could pass as one of them. This would take a lot of effort on his part, and he would need to spend the time that he wasn't working on a cure for this illness watching the outsiders go about their business. Strangely, though, Ra's response had also given him hope, that a full Drow could integrate himself into their society boded well on his mission, and his possible future relations. Not all humans hated Drows.


As for fancying the princess, Telah glanced over at her. She was beautiful, and had many of the qualities he looked for in a partner, but in truth he barely knew her, and she was the princess on top of that. Still, he understood Ra's concern. That didn't stop him from wanting to see the ill.


Aviva's eyes grew wide. "Oh no! I'm so sorry!" She said, both to Brom and Herbert. it must have been very hard is this fairy, one of the creatures that usually embodies fun and happiness, was unable to express this with words. "Can he still fly?" She asked.

 

[Prize Fighter]

"Master will have placed wards banning you from the sick room. He tends to do that when he wants to keep someone away for an extended period of time." Anastas shrugged as if to say, 'what can you do?' Ra's was grumpy, but he was also very wise. Deep down she knew that he had made the right choice, but that didn't change the fact that she was angered by his answer. Not getting her was was something she had never really learned tot take well. She was a princess, and princess always got their way. Sometimes.


Brom shook his head, almost slinging Herbert off. He apologized to the fairy before answer Aviva's question. "If he can, he chooses not to. He hasn't been the same since my mother died. He was her familiar before he was mine. They said some of my mother's spirit joined mine when she died, so naturally he became my familiar." The half-elf shrugged. He didn't like discussing his mom or Herbert. Part of him resented the fact that he was never granted his own familiar, the other half was thankful that he still had something to remember his mother by.