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Jewel was very silent. What was there to talk about? What did you talk about with someone who could easily eat you. Most creatures could eat Jewel, but this one could eat her five times and ask for seconds. "So..." Jewel stopped herself before saying anything else. She had to find some way of starting conversation but she couldn't think of one. But the silence was killing her! But there were no topics to discuss! But not saying anything is rude! Eventually, she did say something. "Mr. Seyr, what is your favorite season?" She placed her hands together as she asked. "My apologies if the question sounds strange, I believe you can learn a lot about someone by knowing their favorite season." The explanation sounded so true Jewel almost believed it herself. it was in fact, the first question that popped into her head.

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Seyr angled his head thoughtfully for a moment. "I suppose it would be summer. Plenty of sun to bask in, prey to hunt, and there are so many interesting things that mortals do during the season. All these festivals and such. What does that say about me, I wonder?" He gave a questioning look to the pixie. It was still odd, interacting with such a small creature. The pixie seemed almost nervous around him; was it merely their size difference?

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When the four arrived to the town of Mirthwood but the town was oddly silent. Leon felt it wasn't right and put his left hand on the left sword hilt. He pondered "It shouldn't be this quiet at night but it could be just be me" He proceed to shrug it off. But he wasn't curious when the general order the three to draw their weapons. Leon nodded to the general's orders and unshealthed his two swords. Leon assumed a stance where his left sword is reverse-gripped while the right hand sword is held where the tip is facing the sky. He spoke to the general "Allen, permission to engage?" He eyed to the other two, waiting for them to draw their weapons.

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Leonis drew his longsword, his eyes roaming the place, not seeing or hearing anything beyond his breathing and his companions. "What went there? Alert of enemy army, relatives visiting, tax collectors?" He laughed at those last two, but Leonis felt some sweat running down his forehead, a bit unsettled. No town should be this quiet, even at night, no one was guarding, and even if nothing seemed out of place, the sheer lack of life was disturbing.

Guess no one can take such silence. His sword seemed to glow, as he took a stance and turned his back to Leon and Raphael, and approached Gizmo to cover him, ready to slice anything that planned to attack. "Cover your back, whatever it is won't be pretty"

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"I guess..." Jewel was now baffled. She had to think of something, something smart. Witty. What did summer have to do with personalities. "Mr. Seyr, you give off a very warm and cozy vibe like summer. Maybe a bit too hot? Maybe, pardon the term but. Hot headed some times?" She closed her eyes for a second and nodded. "Yes, I feel that might be correct. Is it far from the truth? I'm not usually wrong in these things." Jewel said this, having never said anything like it before.

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"Maybe. That sounds accurate," Seyr responded, blissfully unaware of the pixie's hesistation. He started to walk forwards into what seemed to him to be the most populous section of the town. "Let's go meet the townsfolk, then." He didn't wait for the other fae to follow, however, heading along his chosen path at a brisk pace.

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  • 2 weeks later...

Gizmo, Leon, Leonis

An arrow shoots out from the middle of some debris, darting towards the group. Gizmo notices it, but far too late, and he's pierced in the shoulder, collapsing to the ground almost instantly.

"Another movement and I'll shoot to kill!" A voice from the debris shouts. Raphael looks to the arrow for a moment.

"Ironwood. It's elven made. Probably coated in a blackbark tree's sap... It's a very powerful anesthesiac. He'll be out for a while."

He then raises his voice.

"I am Raphael, of the Mithran Knights! We have not come to fight you; We're here to help! What has happened to this place?"

Silence. And then, movement. Coming from some debris, pushing them aside with relative ease, an elven archer approaches the group, peering over all of them with great care.

"You are mortals. I apologize; Your friend will be fine, blackbark sap isn't poisonous." She peers over the group momentarily, then past them.

"It seems they managed to chase it off." She lets out a relieved sight, then lets her body drop to the ground, uncerimoniously falling on her behind and seating herself.

"Well, knights, if you're here to help, sit down. It's a long story..."

Jewel, Seyr.

It's been a week since you arrived in Mirthwood. You've gotten to know each other pretty well, as well as have begun socializing with the villlagers. it's interesting to see a place where human and fae harmonize without issues... Both sides helping each other achieve their goals - There's no mistaking why Zane chose this place for you to meet the human envoy. This border town is the embodiment of his vision.

You've been enjoying your time here, but so far, there hasn't been any sign of any humans arriving.

Until this morning, that is. They introduced themselves as Caer and Wynn, claiming they were envoys from the human kingdom sent to scout ahead, and that the main party would soon follow.

After talking through the afternoon, they seemed sympathetic to the Fae King's plot, and claimed to have been briefed a similar purpose: Strike an accord of peace among the two peoples.

You four were talking in the city square, discussing among yourselves how long until the main party arrived, and then you heard it.

A scream. A sickening gurgle of someone choking on blood, and then the sound of something shattering. The sounds of people running. And then you saw it.

Standing fairly tall, if the creature wasn't hunched it would probably meet an ogre in height. With an elongated face with sharp teeth and elven ears, the creature seemed a mockery of fae. Instead of eyes and a nose, it had slits. Four slits that would open and close releasing twisted high-pitched sounds that almost reminded of small, panicked screams. The creature had no hair and emanciated grey skin - It was wearing no clothing and it interestingly didn't have any genitalia, almost as if it were a clay doll. Alongside it, it dragged a stone head. The statuesque piece of rock was very well detailed, and in fact, very different than anything you 'd ever seen before.

Your stomach turns when realization sinks in.

Fae can feel one another. When a fae dies, their body vanishes so it can be reborn. The only exception is when a fae commits willing suicide. At that point, the fae's body rots like a mortal's body would, and it's soul escapes the cycle of rebirth.

That head belonged to Myrlein, an elven guard. And you couldn't feel her soul anymore. She was dead.

Fae can't die, yet she was dead. Whatever that thing is, it can kill fae permanently.

Your shock is cut by a flare of it's nostrils. It seems to pick up some sort of scent, and turns right towards you. The creature's slits flare again, looking as if they'd rip themselves open as they begin to charge towards you, it's pained scream-like sound hanging in the air.

Jem'es

It's just been an hour at most since you've arrived in Mirthwood for part of your journey, and the sounds of commotion can already be heard. You ready your bow as you see people running past you into the wilderness and into their houses and locking themselves shut. Something is wrong.

As you approach the town square, you spot the tall fae and recognize it to be something you've never seen before. Not long afterwards, it begins to charge into a sprint towards a group of humanoid creatures that stand against it. It's running at a mad sprint, faster than almost any creature you'd seen before.

But more importantly than that...

You've got a clear shot.

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Seyr reacted immediately by fleeing to the side, shifting forms even as he ran. The human youth was replaced with a fully grown - if still a bit lanky - silver wyvern, who flapped his powerful wings twice before taking off fully. He almost collided with one of the buildings on his way up before starting to circle around the terrifying creature, drawing the primal lightning out from within his gut and readying it.

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Jem'es had been cantering along the Dirt Road for about two hours since he headed out from his home city, admiring the scenery as he went. Eventually, he reached a sign that showed that the City of Mirthwood was only about a mile or two away. He'd heard rumors of the Border City, and decided to head there to see what it was like. He managed to get there, and was starting to see that Mirthwood was quite the nice place. That's just about when the chaos began. Noticing that others were rushing away from the Town Square, Jem'es headed towards where he thought the source of the commotion was, readying his longbow in case he ran into trouble.

He soon found the reason, and it wasn't a pretty one. As he entered the Town square, he heard a noise to one side, and turned his head and shoulders to see the source of the noise, being greeted with the sight of a creature that seemed to mock the beauty of life itself. Moreover, it also started to rush at both him and a group of humanoids that was between him and them, seeming to challenge those in its path.

In response, Jem'es snarled in disgust, and then nocked an Ironwood Arrow, drew back the bowstring, and loosed an shot at the Abomination, shooting right between the individuals in the group between it and him without hitting any bystanders, aiming for one of the slits that were where the Eyes and Nose should have been as it charged towards him and the others, and prepared to gallop out of the way if he needed to. It had just flown past a Bystander when they jumped to the side, revealing themself to be a Silver Wyvern and taking off into the sky. The Ironwood Arrow was knocked slightly downwards by the gust of wind as the Wyvern took off, and was now heading right at the mouth of the disfigured creature speeding towards the group.

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A horrible sense of fear struck Jewel. "W-what is that thing?" She whispered, placing one hand to cover her mouth that was open in surprise. Her legs trembled, and hands were shaking. How could something so disgusting and awful even exist? Her fear struck state was removed by Seyr taking action. Jewel flew straight up after the wyvern, making sure to stay a clear distance away from his lightning but within ear shot. "Mr. Seyr, can you keep it occupied? I cannot leave the citizens unprotected. Please do the best to keep it occupied, but do not take risks." Not waiting for a reply she flew over to the frightened crowd. "Rye, please aid me." And with her words, the dust she left in her trail, the dust that surrounded her, and any dust that had scattered on the ground in her time here gathered into a humanoid shape. She made sure it was luminescent enough to be easily seen by the running people. "Everyone, please run into the forrest! Leave any belongings behind, do not delay!" Her dust golem signaled the way into the forrest, with motions to hurry and run. Jewel however kept turning back, to make sure the creature wasn't getting closer to her.

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And another thing goes wrong. The things just took a trip to strange territory and they knocked Gizmo out. Leonis shook the shorter one gently, and was relieved to see him alright. Even if the poison wasn't fatal, one never knew when their bodies would react to foreign substances, and he didn't know if the Time Guild member had something funny in his body.

With a sigh, he lowered his weapon.

"Looks like something big went down" Klaw just prayed on his head that this one would end peacefully. "I don't think this is a trap, but we need to agree on what to do, so you up to listen?" He asked the other two as he sat.

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Leon stares at the coated ironwood arrow in Gizmo's shoulder. He thought "I hope he is okay." He proceeds to shealth his swords. He walked around, checking around the debris to be sure there isn't anything else or suspicous things hiding amongst the debris.

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Gizmo, Leon, Leonis

The huntress sighs. "Let's start from the top then..." She motions to the floor around her, and Raphael takes a seat. "About two days ago, a creature came to this town. Interestingly enough, it had the ability to kill fae." Her tone is stern as she speaks, and you'd notice Raphael's eyes widening slightly below his hood.

"You mean actually kill a fae?"The general asks, the woman simply nodding in response. "Yes. The ones who were attacked turned into stone and we couldn't feel their souls returning to the Cycle. They simply... Ceased."

"I see," The general is pensive as he answers. "Prithee, then. Did the people who fought off this monster return? Are they still after it?"

The huntress shrugs. "I wouldn't know. They might be dead. I can only point you the way they went." Raphael nods, and the woman gestures further down into the forest. "There, then."

The general stands up, effortlessly picking Gizmo off the ground, then gestures towards the other two. "Come. We're investigating this."

Jewel, Seyr, Jem'es

The arrow flies narrowingly past the Fairy and her construct, but the creature effortlessly grabs it before it can connect. This is no mindless beast.

It hisses. A loud, sharp hiss with gurgling sounds that seem like the creature's flesh is ripping itself apart by it's attempts to produce sound. This is accentuated by the creature's erratic expressions, bending it's face as if contorting it in pain. Once the sound subsides, the creature's labored breathing can be heard. It glances first to the centaur, then to the wyvern upon the skies. In something that feels like a split second, the creature lunges upwards, shooting itself into the sky, getting face to face to the creature. This wasn't simply strength; Time was stopped. This was chronomancy.

Before the wyvern could move again, from the monster's nostrils spewed forth four gushes of bright silvery flame that hit the wyvern directly in it's snout; When time returned to normal, Seyr goes reeling back, but is able to maintain his altitude. The creature, however, falls down towards the ground...

This could be an opening to attack, but this thing has just used two different schools of human magic at once; It quickly becomes clear that caution is required.

Levaline

Boring, boring, boring.

It was a week since you came to Mirthwood, seeking some sort of adventure at the request of your guild. You protected some dignitaries, you helped some merchants cross the border, and you've considered killing yourself probably about three hundred and fifty four times, just today.

When the creature lunged towards the fae, and the humanoid one took the form of a wyvern, you were obviously surprised. Yet, this could mean opportunity. Despite the creature's strengths, you had a tradition of dwarven prowess behind your back. And even if you don't fancy yourself a bard, you certainly know a good story when you see one.

And this might just be the kind of good story you'd want to participate in.

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Seyr flinched, flapping his wings in a desperate sort of motion as he fought to maintain flight after taking the hit. Flame was not unfamiliar to the species, and his tough carapace was able to absorb the heat better than flesh alone could have, but the fire still bit and stung alongside the shock of something treading into his own domain. It took a moment, but he angled himself in the beast's direction and took a shallow dive, releasing the torrent of energy he had built up in his maw while trying to speed past it, whatever it was.

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As much as Lele itched to jump into the fray, she paused a moment to see what the unearthly wyvern was doing. Rightfully so as it seemed to charge at the beast. Lele preferred not being in the way of that.

Still, a momentary pause is only momentary and she went charging right behind the wyvern, magically empowering her legs and arms to build speed and prepare for a punch aimed at the creatures gruesome face that Lele estimated could very well take a normal humans head right off their shoulders. It looked to be in so much pain and was certainly dangerous. Hopefully it would go down quickly and cleanly.

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When Jewel was ensured the evacuation was going as planned she allowed herself to turn around to look at the creature. Just in time to see Seyr get hit. This beast looking more and more terrifying and dangerous by the minute. It made it hard for the fairy to find words to speak. If she was standing, she'd probably fall from weak knees. Thankfully her wings didn't seem to weaken from fear. She managed to find her words. "Keep your distance! Attack from afar and protect each other! We should run as soon as the citizens are safe." Even with people joining the fray, Jewel doubted they could take this monstrosity down. They would need to organize and come back, maybe ask for more help. Still snug within her dust golem she outstretched her left arm.

"Please, ignite!" She commanded and her golem followed. Rye threw a punch, literally, sending the golem's fist flying forward at the beast. Midway the dust ignited looking more like a pink fireball as it flew. After attacking she swallowed hard. If I draw it's attention I'll have to run so it doesn't target the people again.

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Je'mes was just about to fire off a second Ironwood Arrow when he saw the Beast effortlessly snatch the first Arrow from midair. The shock of that caught him off-guard, and he was starting to panic a little. However, he quickly calmed down, and thought a bit more. Then, when he saw the Fairy's Construct launch off its' fist, he got an idea.

Hmm... I might not be the best at Druidry, but I AM skilled enough do this!

And with that thought, he Stamped on the ground, using a Spell that accelerated the Growth Rate of the nearby Plant Roots, which was a basic Druidry Technique. He made the Roots grow from the nearby Forest, cracking the streets somewhat as they did so, rumbling their ways to the Town Square, where they Erupted from the ground, popping up in a perimeter around where the Beast would most likely fall.

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Now, Leonis paled a bit, the thought of something killing Fae not registering in his mind. As many members of a Guild, he had some meetings with them, some ending peacefully, others with his blade, but permanent death was something else, completely unnatural. "We are up for a bumpy ride, hope you are ready to party"

With that, he pulled out his sword and took a deep breath, steadying his mind for what's to come.

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