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"The best, you say? Perhaps one day, you can prove this claim to me." She took another drink from the bottle before replacing the stopper. She did not have any large enough bags or pouches for the wine, and they had opted for no saddlebags due to the urgent nature of their task. As such, the velkyn edaina opted to keep the bottle gripped in one hand with the other keeping her upright in the saddle. The contents would not last long, in any case, so it would not prove a problem.
The assassin spurred her own horse forward, moving to walk alongside the blond. "Willing, hm?" The memories that plagued her melted away to the back of her mind, receding like the torrent of flames they left behind them, belching dark smoke into the lightening sky like an omen. It would only be a matter of time before they resurfaced again. "Out of the goodwill of her heart, I presume? Or is it a willingness borne of a returned favor? Understand that I am not trustful of strangers. The friends of yours I have met thus far have been less than pleasant, if I am to be sincere."
Roxii had kept her distance from witches and sorcerers. Though she held no particular disdain for their kind, she did not trust them either. Their abilities felt unnatural and unpredictable, the very air crackling with the rawness of their power. As a child, she'd been in awe of the capabilities of sorcerers and sorceresses, their strength and willpower to create floods and move mountains and rearrange the stars if they so chose. Never could she had even dreamed of achieving such things, especially with only the shadows that had kept her company for all these years. But then things changed, she grew up and learned the ways of the world, and she learned that she harbored a specific fear for the power at their fingertips. And when it sparked into existence by a breath or a small gesture like electricity flowing on the wind, it made gooseflesh prick along her arms and her magic recoiled fearfully.
It was oddly similar to the effect Xeigin had on her. Even after years of training, that anxiety brewed deep within her. Her natural magic and the tendrils of the ancient power that had taken root upon her heart fought a constant battle within her, unable to find harmony. She had often wondered if Xeigin was some sort of sorcery, since its effect on her was so similar, but something about that didn't seem right. Where sorcery seemed to only come to those selected by the energies of the land, Xeigin felt more open, more vehement. Able to be practiced by those strong enough and foolish enough to wield it. But its fierce character could rip a person's mind apart.
Yet the similarities continued to gnaw at her.
The wolf-elf had already brought her hood back up by the time hooves could be heard. Only a few more heartbeats before men appeared, galloping towards the beacon of smoke to no doubt investigate and search for survivors. Though not before casting a suspicious glance towards Roxii and the lorethven as they passed. None of them stopped to question them however.
"I suggest we keep moving," the velglorn continued, her voice a bit quieter now that the world was awakening. "It seems we have quite the journey ahead of us."
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Addressed
Maedor Taellaris
Mentioned
N/A
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Health: 100%
Status
Healthy
Location
Leaving The Paradise Winery
Outfit
Refer to CS
Inventory
‣ Shadow Bow
‣ One Back Quiver | 28 Arrows
‣ Dual Daggers
‣ Longsword | Disguised as a Cane
Miscellaneous:
‣ Canteen
‣ Hip Flask
‣ Whetstone
‣ Pouch of Gold
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Notes
L'yrathi Elvish Translations:
‣ Velkyn Edaina ➙ Blind Woman
‣ Lorethven ➙ Healer
‣ Velglorn ➙ Assassin
[Character Sheet]
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The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as she rounded him. He stiffened, shoulders squared defensively. "That wasn't what I meant–" The sorceress' fingers gripped him by the face, and he looked down into her violet gaze. He could've sworn he saw hellfire brewing deep within, straining to burst forth in a deluge of anger. A hand instinctively went to the blade at his side, the one that now sat where it was supposed to be as opposed to the previous time he'd angered Esadora.
Yet something stopped him from moving further. Fear and anger clouded his mind, peering over the edge of death in the hands of a witch, but despite the urge to drive the blade through the woman's gut—or at least try—, he couldn't move through with it. It was not the fact that he needed her and her knowledge, though that contributed to part of it. No, it was the fact that there was a humming in his ears, barely perceptible. A split second of focus drew his attention to the hand on his sword, and Aeren realized that the blade was humming. It vibrated ever so slightly in his hand, but he couldn't decide if he was more afraid of the violent woman that had her claws digging into his sanity or more curious about the peculiar nature of the weapon he knew nearly nothing about.
And the next moment, it stopped. Esadora turned her attention back to the two halfbreeds, leaving the knight to wonder about the strangeness the occurred, though he knew that the sorceress had not already forgotten his wrongdoing. He'd never experienced such a thing before. Why did it start now of all times? Did it have something to do with the Vra'salian halfbreeds? Or was it the work of the witch? He could feel her energy crackling in the air around them, but that didn't make sense. He'd been around plenty of sorcerers that sought to bring harm to him using their abilities, and never had the sword reacted in such a way. What was different now? He had no clue.
The High Commander bristled at her suggestions as he sat back down at the table, but the overwhelming fear of her power made him hold his tongue. He didn't quite understand why she reacted so harshly towards him; perhaps it was her already poor disposition towards him that made her easily angered. In his mind, it sounded like a compliment. To be so dumbly brave to stand against a woman of immense power... How did that seem like an insult? He was trying to recognize her strength!
Regardless, she didn't like his input, so perhaps it would be best that he kept his mouth shut for the time being. He'd have to think extra carefully when answering the violet-eyed vixen. Though he wasn't quite sure why he had to be put into such a horrid position. It was an awful thing to be walking across broken glass as he was right now; it was not a way to live. Hopefully he'd be able to survive this journey, but with his current track record in the midst of the sorceress, his chance of surviving was grim.
Women were difficult.
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Addressed
Esadora de Levoran
Mentioned
Tyslath (and his guard lol)
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Health: 100%
Status
Healthy
Location
Twisted Dragon Inn
Outfit
Refer to CS
Inventory
‣ Elven Longsword
Miscellaneous:
‣ Canteen | A Family Crest is Engraved on the Side
‣ Whetstone
‣ Pouch of Gold
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Notes
N/A
[Character Sheet]
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