Open ♔ A War of the Two Kinds ♔ Elves + Human RP ♔

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elf ♦ 2000+ yrs ♦ King of Cymbiir ♦ Nature Manipulation ♦ tagged; open

Levos watched with a clear expression of nothingness as Elwen raced out of the castle at inhuman speed and towards her horse and out of the kingdom. He followed her with his gaze to his balcony that overlooked the woodland and kingdom he ran alongside his wife. He kept his head held up and his arms in front of him with his hands interlocked and the long sleeves of his gown covering his hands as he walked away from the balcony towards his throne, but stopped looking towards his balcony once again. Maybe I should go and see my people...? Levos thought. He wasn't much for conversing with others, he normally only conversed with others when they had something he wanted and he could bribe and accompany them to get what he most desired.

Dwelling on the thought Levos strode silently like a fox out of the throne room he passed by his guards without a second glance as they struggled to regain themselves after the she-elf attacked and pushed past them in a rather needed rush. He heard the scrap of metal coming out of the sword sheath and swung around stretching his hand and arm outward sending a strong tree root grabbing the sword and whoever possessed it into the marble and wooden wall. There was a sickly thud, and then nothing.

The guards around him looked at him then the fallen guard who seemed to be still alive. Levos frowned at the guard and saw his sword was not of elven make but of human. It didn't bother him as much as it should have and with a wave of his hand, the elven guards knew how to deal with him. "Do not let this mishap get out, nobody should know about this human assassin and also..." he paused turning his back to them, "Do not let this happen again." and with that he walked onwards towards the people of Cymbiir.

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elf ♦ 100+ yrs ♦ Captain of the Guard ♦ Fire Manipulation ♦ tagged; Aria Mier, Queen Lauriel

Faelyn jumped and sat upright as Aria dropped the teacup and then shot up out of her seat. She could tell there was something bothering her friend and she could tell the scenes of today and what the Queen has just told her had affected her in a sad way. Faelyn shifted slightly, ignoring the pain telling her to stop moving and grabbed the teacup that Aria gave to her, taking it gently in her callused and bruised hands.

She held it to her lips and listened to both sides of this political quarrel, taking a small sip from the concoction, Faelyn gently rested it in her lap feeling the poppy and feverfew run through her body soothing the pain that was spreading like wildfire. She listened to Aria as she spoke, and understood the meanings to her words. Both sides had and are suffering from this war and the bloodshed is unbearable at the worst and best of times. She could read the thoughts and feelings on Aria's face and now could see that Aria was deciding who the real villain was in this bloody war game.

Honestly, Faelyn didn't know either but had to follow orders when given (even though she normally changes it up a bit and doesn't follow them exactly) some of the orders are horrific and inhumane even for her but sometimes they are needed. But right now, Faelyn couldn't see the point in another attack. She had nearly died going against one of their own. Elwen and her stupid wolf. Shaking her head she knew they should of left her in Verbroné but the king would never leave their own to be tortured as such.

Then queen Lauriel spoke, her words were soft and calm she spoke of reason to do this and to be honest, Faelyn knew the reason was quite acceptable and realistic. Keeping her face blank and neutral (as best she could) she spoke, "The plan is reasonable, but I will not slaughter the innocent lives of others, taking hostages and keeping them in kinder conditions is what I will do but no slaughter." she spoke with rather an authoritative tone and knew that was risky but she wasn't to going to kill others for revenge. "Two wrongs don't make a right," whispered Faelyn, only so Aria could hear.

['pyrrhic]

I edited a few words here and there.

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elven warrior - 50+ - Nature magic
Palace - with King Levos

'finally, I'm free' Standing tall, Elwen ran at top speed, out of the room and bolting out to the courtyards,
where many stood in her way. To her left and right, guards ran for her, yelling for her to stop and accept her fate. The
smaller girl smirked, still running. Seeing the crowd, she threw the ones that were in her way to the sides of her. Many did
fall off their footing. Elwen ran faster as she noticed how far she had, looking back to see how close the pursuing guards
were. Dodging grabs form guards that cut her off, she started to slam some to the ground, seeing them out of breath.
Wincing at the air that hit her face, Elwen threw herself to go faster. Running through everything and pushing things out
of her way, she finally made it out of the courtyard and near the stables.

She arrived at the stables, growling at herself. A sharp whistle was what she used to call Ballad, bare backed. Touching the
ground in front of her, she sent the earth flying in front of the guards, making a large wall they couldn't pass. Quickly she
mounted and kicked the large horse as he went at full speed out of the kingdom. "I don't care where you go Ballad, just get
us out of here." Elwen said it softly and calmly to the horse, turning around on the horse's back to shoot and aim for the
many guards who still pursued her. As they all halted, she smirked, seeing where she was going "The human woodlands? Why?"
The elven warrior said to Ballad, who grumbled a argument at her. "Very well.." She said as she turned back around, and
rode the rest of the way bareback.

They had made it out, Elwen smiled and patted Ballad's neck as he ran slower, now falling to a slow walk. The two came
behind the large thicket where Ballad warned Elwen of the human who'd killed Drago. Her glare was now toxic as she
quietly dismounted. The intelligent girl hid behind the thicket as she told Ballad to pretend to be lost and wild, the horse
agreed and walked in front of Raoden, rearing up. Elwen took the chance to prep herself, and readied poisons daggers in
her hands. She watched him use the water, and rose her chin as she silently snuck behind Raoden, calming Ballad. She
simply nodded to her own horse and came up behind Raoden, one dagger on his throat, the other on the back of his neck.
"I would advise not to move." The girl said calmly, not saying another word as she adjusted her stance and the dagger's
positions.

[qwill.]

❀--Aria Mier
elf ❀ healer ❀ water ❀ Faelyn; Queen Lauriel
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"Either decision will cause death and destruction, either for out people or theirs." Aria grimaced at these words, spoken coolly by the queen. If both decisions cause animosity, why must we choose? she thought bitterly, although she held her tongue.

"I'm glad you see logic in my words," Aria finally said, wringing her hands together. She found that the best way to hide anger or sorrow was to move it aside, if only for a little while. Of course, this didn't solve anything in the long run. But Aria wasn't one to press a point unless she had something new to bring to the table. And at the moment, Aria needed to gather her thoughts before presenting a stronger argument for peace to the queen. Peace, thought Aria wistfully. That really is what Cymbiir needs right now.

A slight murmur from Faelyn broke Aria's train of thought. Two wrongs don't make a right. So her friend was on her side. That would make things easier for Aria, even if she didn't totally agree with the situation. Being one of the most acclaimed healers in all of Cymbir, Aria had a slight but sound foot in the political decisions. If the court didn't have a healer to fix their army when it needed aid, they didn't have the forces to march with. Aria was a piece in this game, whether the queen saw it or not. Aria could only be thankful that Faelyn saw her worth, and was willing to stand by her in times of need.

"However, if I may be so bold, my queen," Aria began warily, her hands shaking in her lap. "I don't know that Verbroné underestimates us so. The lesson you are trying to teach may not need to be taught." The citizens of Verbroné surely did not see the elves as weak. It was Cymbiir that had technically been behind today's attack; why they needed to go again on the offensive was beyond Aria. If anything, they needed to prepare for an attack from the humans.

➸--Raoden Marx
human ➸ captain of the guard ➸ Elwen
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His eyes closed, Raoden again pondered the events of the day. How could so many things have gone wrong in such a short amount of time? The answer was beyond him, and it brought sorrow to his mind as he rested against the tree. A slight breeze brushed past his face, sending a shiver down his spine. Perhaps he was hearing things, but he could have sworn the wind carried with it the sound of hoofbeats.

Getting to his feet, Raoden knelt beside the rushing stream and placed his hand in the current, letting the icy blast chill his fingers. He felt almost detached; he was unimportant in the ever growing war, and he could never do anything that seemed to slow it down. He thought of Faelyn and the wolf. For a single moment, she had been willing to cooperate with him to stop a greater evil. Perhaps it isn't us, but our rulers, he thought, standing up. If we could just-- Raoden's train of thought was interrupted by the metallic feel of a dagger against his neck.

Raoden immediately recognized the lilting voice of none other than Elwen, the elf girl he had almost captured earlier that day. The strange thing was, Raoden wasn't at all scared. Perhaps it was the comic feeling of the girl reaching up to his neck, as he was several inches taller than she, that detracted from the gravity of the situation. Another sensation Raoden felt, and perhaps the most interesting, was the emotion of relief. He was relieved that Elwen had found him, relieved that the events of the day had not been just a terrible nightmare. There were others still within the war, others that could maybe change the tide.

Blinking, Raoden pulled himself back into reality. He couldn't move, or, if he did, it would have to be quickly. Otherwise, he would have a knife plunged into his throat, ending any chance of a peaceful talk. "I won't move, only if you promise not to kill me," Raoden said coyly, tensing slightly in preparation to reverse the hold. He thought of his options. She was a powerful elf, but he was physically stronger, and in a moment, he could easily overtake her in such close confines.

Moving with speed, Raoden whipped around, grunting as the tip of her blade caught his shoulder with his motion. He was still weak from earlier, but that didn't stop him from muscling out of her already weak grip around his chest. Ducking beneath her blades, Raoden caught the elf in a lock, holding her arms behind her back. "I didn't expect you to promise, so you shouldn't have given me the chance to offer mine," Raoden said, slightly out of breath. "Plus, you should have learned your lesson earlier today. Next time you spring an attack on me, learn some new moves first."

Though glad to be out of danger for the moment, Roaden felt a slight twinge of pity upon seeing the she-elf. She was in bad condition, with rope burns across her shoulders from that morning and leaves and vines stuck in her hair. She looked tired and wounded, but even that couldn't extinguish the fire of revenge in her eyes. She had cared about the wolf she had lost this morning, and Raoden could tell. He admired her for her strength and perseverance.

['pyrrhic]

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elven warrior - 50+ - Nature magic
forest - with Raoden

"You may think I used the same move, but I'd check your wound." Moving her head to see the cut, she could
already see the black in his blood from the poison, she smirked "You'll die anyway, without my help, your
already dead." now the she - elf laughed gently "Take a look at that cut that you caused yourself. The black
in the wound, that's not dirt. Skull Poison." Her last words were said with pleasure of what she'd done,
and she knew he knew what she said. Gently looking mischievous to her captor, she used the large and long
silk sash around her leg, all she did was think it, and it wrapped around him multiple times, getting tighter
and tighter. Kicking up and on his shoes, she tried to get a looser hold from the man, growling at how tight
he held her. All she needed was a source of nature, and she saw the large tree behind them, smirking again,
she caused it to grow and grab him, pulling him to the base of the tree, being freed from the hold.

The tree held tight, putting a series of vines wrapping around him, pinning his arms and body to the tree, she
avoided putting it near his neck. All she did was move her finger and it wrapped tighter and tighter, and then
she called her sash back. "Its slow poison, so you'll feel nothing for a few more minutes... Then you'll feel weak,
and lastly, you'll see your worst fears, nightmares.... Your own greed. And if you don't kill yourself before then,
you'll die." As Elwen explained, she paced back and forth with her hands behind her back. "Now, you can try to
talk me out of it, but I doubt I'd listen to you." Sighing, she stood only a few inches from the tree, looking at
him with light eyes. "I don't understand you humans... You want to kill the ones who made a mighty kingdom,
forged a forest... And you think you'll win? I'm dropping out of this war, if your smart, you'll do the same." The
she - elf warned him with observant eyes.

She still felt the rope burns, and she winced, for he had arisen the pain once more. Looking at her arms she
looked back up at him, saying 'you did this', with a even worse look. The glare was toxic, and she felt the
pain from the vines again, all her pain being realized. Almost dropping him off the tree, she couldn't hold
her magic for a long time now, and she needed aid herself. Trying not to fall to her knees, she examined the
vine whips and the rope burns, not to mention the many cut wounds around her body, one on her cheek
stung rigorously without rest. Knowing they were probably infected, she glared at him, shaking with pain and
holding her wrists.

[c a v a l i a.]

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elf ♦ 2000+ yrs ♦ King of Cymbiir ♦ Nature Manipulation ♦ tagged; Aria Mier, Faelyn, Queen Lauriel

The elves of Cymbiir gasped and bowed to the king slightly as he walked past them, he wanted to speak with his captain to gain details of how strong Verbroné is and to know if she had picked up any weakness' from the kingdom. He knew that defending his kingdom was the uppermost first priority on his list of winning this worthless war.

Levos himself was still pondering and wondering at what caused the initial attack and spark of this war. Cymbiir had always been a quiet and peaceful place with only a few disputes that had sparked during the time of the kingdom's life but these disputes have never turned into a gigantic war against two different species; one of greed and one of purity. He flicked his long silver blonde hair over his shoulder then ran his hand through it in a sign of thought.

He had taken off his crown and many jewels before he left the castle and placed them in the safety of his chamber. Even though he had taken off his obvious signs of royalty people still recognised him from his respected stance and amiable features. Along the way to the acclaimed healer's hut he looked at the nature and plants of the area and saw that some of them were frail and becoming sick. This bothered the king more than it should have and with a quick thought the plants bloomed once again, there once brown leaves and shriveled flowers turned back to the vibrant colours they were.

Soon Levos had reached the hut and without warning walked into it he saw the healer; Aria next to his most defiantly injured warrior and captain of the guard; Faelyn and then in front of them was his honorable wife and queen of Cymbiir; Lauriel. "Good evening all, I see you are having a rather controversial discussion, it would be wise to keep your voices down so the people outside do not learn of what you are speaking about." he said in the elvish tongue not pausing during his long sentence. His tone of voice was low and very authoritative, he looked to each individual elf and nodded ever so slighting in acknowledgement closing his eyes as he did.

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elf ♦ 100+ yrs ♦ Captain of the Guard ♦ Fire Manipulation ♦ tagged; Aria Mier, Queen Lauriel, King Levos

The she-elf watched as Aria clasped her hands together obvisouly hiding the pain that was spoken into her words as the three of them discussed the war. She shifted uncomfortably and then decided she needed to move around she swung her legs over the side of the cot and let them dangle for a bit then touch the floor. The wound in her leg had stopped hurting and from what she could tell was almost healed. Her shoulder and chest still throbbed terribly but it had most defiantly improved from the current state she was in a few hours ago. Just as she was about to speak and stand up the King of Cymbiir entered, he wore no crown, jewels or any sign of wealth or royalty on him (except for his fine clothing) and stood before them all in a calm and sly manner.

Faelyn instantly got to her feet (a little shakily as well) and bowed to her king, her long red, messed up hair falling over her shoulder and into her face. "Good evening to you King Levos," she said in a bit of a hurry and her elvish tongue slurring slightly. She immediately regretting bowing and moving fast because her shoulder began to throb again, she sighed heavily and slowly lowered herself down into the cot before taking another sip of tea.

[Keriae]

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♛ ＱＵＥＥＮ ＥＬＹＡＮＡ
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↳→→→→→ holy queen, mother of mercy
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sex: female
age: twenty eight years
rank: queen
tagged: henri
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Should she respond? Elyana rarely announced her affection for her husband in similar words, instead preferring to show it by working hard for their kingdom, or sending someone out to buy a book or three for him, when she was feeling in a particularly giving mood. She used to be able to say the words; she'd said them to her father the day he had mounted his great chestnut steed to lead a small group of soldiers against rogue elves attacking one of the nearby villages. "I love you, father," she had said, smiling up at the man, the great lord, "be careful. You know what My Lady Mother is like." Her mother had always fretted about Theodore Folwyn when he went into battle, for they had no sons, only the one daughter, and thus no one to inherit the Folwyn estate: at that point Elyana had just been married to Henri, and should her father die the lands would pass straight to the crown. It was the price the family paid for marrying their daughter into the royal family. And later, when they'd been out on a hunt and they had been attacked..... Petyr, sweet little Petyr, so eager to get his own falcon, so eager to attempt to shoot an arrow at a rabbit. The poor boy had been cut down in front of her eyes, a savage death for one who had not deserved it. She had been unable to save him, the last thing she had told him as he died with his head cradled on her lap was "I love you, Petyr, your Lady Mother loves you, Henri loves you....." In the end the Queen - then a princess - had had to be dragged away with the child's blood drying on her hands, long after he had passed. For weeks she had been unable to visit his grave, her heart too shredded in her chest by her failure.

Instead of offering a reply (saying those three words seemed to bring doom crashing around her) Elyana instead smiled, as warm as she could, trying to soak up the sun, trying to forget everything but this. It did not work, and soon her smile faded. "It does not matter if you say it or not," the woman said finally, her voice suddenly carrying a harsh note, so harsh it made her cringe internally and she forced it to soften, "I know." She turned her head away, biting down on her bottom lip hard enough that the taste of iron coated her tongue. She couldn't curse this relationship, she couldn't bring death and destruction to them. That was what she was going to give to the elves; she'd smash them with a hammer so hard that if any survived at all they would remember her for centuries to come. She'd stand on them like the tiny pesky ants they were. Loving her husband might stand in the way of that, she might become distracted; especially as some of the court were muttering, now. After fourteen years of marriage, still no heir had been born. She might be a Queen of Stone, but if she did not produce a baby soon, all would call her barren. There was nothing worse than a barren queen. Any other man might have been able to rid himself of his wife without anyone batting an eyelid, but she was the Queen and their kingdom needed an heir, no matter what. Swallowing thickly, Elyana turned back to Henri, refusing to look at the floor. "I am sorry," she whispered, looking into his face, though she wasn't totally sure if the words rang true, "I am under great pressure."

[qwill.]

❀--Aria Mier
elf ❀ healer ❀ water ❀ Faelyn; Queen Lauriel; Levos
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Aria swallowed as yet another royal came strolling into her apothecary. She quickly looked down at her gown, scanning it for tears or stains to make sure she looked presentable for none other that King Levos of Cymbiir. Everything checking out, Aria cleared her throat to speak, but before she could get far, she noticed Faelyn trying to move around. "Faelyn, no disrespect, but what did I just say about not moving?" Aria growled, placing her hands on her hip and fluffing the fire elf's pillows behind her wounded shoulder. "Finish your tonic, and then perhaps I will let you walk." Aria was a kind elf. She was civil and sweet, but she also knew what was best for her patients. And the stress of the war was really starting to get to her. Because of this, her movements seemed to be sharp, and her voice spoke with a rasp that was usually absent. He charming, girly smile had disappeared hours ago, and there was no chance of it returning until at least tomorrow morning.

Bowing deeply to the King, Aria nodded in respect, offering him a chair. Aria noticed that with his presence, the room seemed more vibrant, more fertile. How could a man of such life and vitality cope with a war of such destruction? she wondered, pursing her lips. "Pardon the rather cramped atmosphere, my lord, but I am not accustomed to so many visitors, especially ones of such status," the water elf said, pouring her king a cup of tea and handing it over Faelyn's gently rocking cot. "We were just discussing the state of the country as it stands in light of the recent battle."

That morning, Aria would have never dreamed of speaking of such matters with the King and Queen themselves. She had always had her opinions, of course, but never had she been so free in her mannerisms. She had always been sort of in the background, watching and commenting, but never playing a part. In the recent events, though, Aria had moved from a shade in the painting of the war to at least the frame. Not yet was she an element of the artwork, but she supported it, and added to the atmosphere. Whether this was good or bad, the she-elf could not be sure. But it was something, and more than she had dared to consider mere hours ago.

➸--Raoden Marx
human ➸ captain of the guard ➸ Elwen
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The elf whispered her words with a cold seductiveness, each syllable dripping with a sort of venom that Raoden could only see as revenge. But what to one being was sweet, to another it was deadly. And so Raoden realized as the Skull Poison began to course through his body. He had heard of it, and the mention of the black substance was all it took to send his stomach spiraling downward. In the elvish tongue, Skull Poison was known as moramarth, or "the black fate." It was a blacklist substance, one only used by the dirtiest of tricksters because it caused such suffering. It was even banned from use in the human army by Elyana because it was so inhumane. It was sort of an unspoken rule that moramarth was not to be even considered as part of warfare.

As Raoden realized this and felt it the scrape on his collarbone, he barely had time to react as the elf managed to remove herself from his grip and somehow attach her to a tree, where the branches slowly began to grow around his shoulders and legs, keeping him in one place. His mind was beginning to fog over, and shapes started to move at the corners of his vision. Black ravens, screeching warnings. Dark horses running back and forth, pounding on the ground like a drum, resounding between his ears with every beat. But worst of all was the shadow. It engulfed everything around him as the poison started to take its toll. The shadow seemed to be a living, breathing being, watching Raoden's every move to remove himself from the tree, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

But Raoden's mind was not gone yet. He saw these dark creatures, and he knew they were coming to take him, but he had to endure the waiting period, where, as Elwen had said, he still had his sanity, but he stood, teetering like a pebble on the edge of a canyon full of nightmares. What Raoden could still make out in the slowly developing fog were two eyes, shining like stars in the night. They held a fire of triumph, but also the smoke of defeat as they panted for breath, for a shoulder to take the brunt of their pain. As Elwen spoke, her words flew like a chime through Raoden's delusion, and he listened, only half grasping what she said.

"You think I...want to kill you? You think it's of my volition that I endure the suffering of war? I...thought you knew the struggle." Raoden could hardly get the words out, but he knew they needed to be said. He still had several minutes before the pain really started to burn. Raoden had one smile left in him before he lost all of his strength. He felt the muscles in his face move, but he didn't know whether or not the effect was that of a coy grin or a twisted grimace. "You are the one dispatching...me. I am the one in the dark here...literally. And one does not simply 'drop out' of a war. We're in this together, Sunshine." Raoden had no more words. Or, he had plenty left to say, but not the strength to say them. He just had to wait for the shadow to engulf him.

['pyrrhic]

ＥＬＷＥＮ ＬＵＮＡ
elven warrior - 50+ - Nature magic
forest - with Raoden

Her head raised as she could see him slipping away "Watch me." The small girl said stiffly as she looked at
him coldly with a sense of torture for her actions in her eyes. Yet she still thought about what he'd done,
and it drove her to refuse the urge to help him. "You're dropping out right now..." Her smile was gentle and
mysterious, as if something was hidden under it "I will see you on the other side, Raoden." With that, she
put her arm at her waist, and the other one on her back, bowing gently, looking up at him. Her long nails
dug into her palms as she resisted the urge to heal him and help him down, let him go... Her teeth grinded
as she tensed up at the sight of him, looking away and feeling Ballad's hoof beats as he tried to talk her out.

The elven girl sat with her legs crossed only a few steps from the tree, stroking the luscious grass as she
tried to ignore Raoden. Every once and a while, she'd look up at him and look very saddened, tilting her
head gently, arguing with herself to release him and help him, but her manipulative trait hid her real and
true emotions she had. The girl hadn't had rest for a long while, and she was very exhausted from her chase
and the running... Constantly running. Wincing now as she watched him, she was curious to stick around to
see what the poison did. She faught to keep her eyes open, and not to look away from his suffering, but she
couldn't help it after a while, and turned her back on him quickly without getting to her feet.

Her jaws clenched, her body tensed and with a flick of her hand, she lowered him down onto the grass by the
tree, she couldn't stand it anymore... And she could still make up for her mistakes. Getting to her feet, she
hovered over him with a pitiful look of apology and sorrow as she lowered her head, looking down at him.
"Hold on.. I can still fix this." The girl mumbled, it was barely audible as she gathered the things needed to
help the human. Refusing to look at him as she gathered the ingredients that she started to grow herself with her
power. All she did is put her finger on the ground and think of a plant. She gathered everything quickly as she
walked over to him, sitting with her legs crossed beside him, working quickly.

[c a v a l i a.]

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elf ♦ 2000+ yrs ♦ King of Cymbiir ♦ Nature Manipulation ♦ tagged; Aria Mier, Faelyn, Queen Lauriel

Levos looked to Faelyn as she bowed respectively and raised his eyebrow slightly at her and her wounds before turning to look directly at the healer who had just growled at her. She was quite a pretty elf, not much really to tempt him or his picky taste but she was something. He knew that many elf-males would probably swoon over her delicate but somewhat strong and amiable apperance.

Levos glanced around the room and saw his wife sitting near the cot where Faelyn had been laying and where Aria was, he smiled quickly to her in a sign of acknowledgment. He looked to Aria as she leant over to pass him some tea, and Levos politely rejected with a slow shake to the head and a slight wave of his hand, he smiled at her to thank her silently for the thought but began to walk around the room examining the herbs and different concoctions that lined the dusty wooden shelves of the healer's hut.

"Oh no need to apologise or pardon about the space Aria Mier," he started his voice casual and almost warm and welcoming, "I do not mind the cramp space, it feels more secure in my thoughts." he said finishing his very casual sentence in elvish. Levos had had his back to the trio the whole time he was talking and examining the room, he slowly turned around to face them before a thought popped into his head. I wonder, he though if the she-elf was friends or even knowledgeable in these minors lives? and with that Levos started again to walk around the room.

Levos wasn't really the one to stay still, he liked to move around, explore his surroundings and gain knowledge from even the slightest of things and areas. He was not like normal kings who sat on their throne all day and counted their golden jewels and priceless artifacts, Levos liked to get involved with the world and become accustomed to many different things but he has his limits and rarely leaves the protection of the Cymbiir forest that protects the kingdom inside.

Finally escaping his small out-of-it state of mind, Levos moved to where Aria and Faelyn was and looked at them with his dangerous pale blue eyes and raised an eyebrow at them. "Do you know of Elwen Luna, Aria Mier and Faelyn?" he asked simply awaiting the pairs answer. He knew this was completely off-topic from what they were discussing but he did not care, he wanted answers, he hadn't ignored what Aria said because he had heard them with his very keen ears and she didn't need to explain it to him.

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elf ♦ 100+ yrs ♦ Captain of the Guard ♦ Fire Manipulation ♦ tagged; Aria Mier, Queen Lauriel, King Levos

The fiery elf rolled her deep green eyes at Aria and pulled a face as she growled and scolded her like a child. The war had changed Aria, but then again it had changed everyone. Faelyn missed the laugh she had and the constant smiles but she guessed there was no time for it in this terrible time of tension and bloodlust. Faelyn reluctantly sat back down into the cot and adjusted herself onto the soft pillow Aria had fluffed for her. Faelyn had been looking out the window when she felt eyes on her, her green eyes slowly torn her gaze from the window to look at the mighty Elvenking staring at her with his strong and dominate pale blue eyes.

A shudder ran through her and a coldness swept through her body before he took his gaze somewhere else. She had always been slightly afraid of the king, he was so powerful and...just so powerful, in his stance, walk, aura, words...just everything about him showed power even if he didn't want to show that dominance he just did naturally. Faelyn adjusted herself once again and took a long sip of the tea Aria had brewed for her. Suddenly feeling thirsty Faelyn drank the whole tea at once and exhaled loudly, a content sigh and then looked to the King as he spoke. He was definatly, and not denying it; a strange person.

He was comfortable in small spaces but he had a castle as big as 100 huts and houses. Faelyn shook her head at the thought as she thought that she was thinking ill of the king. But then she was caught off-guard by his question. She looked to Aria whom she wished would answer first as she seeked confirmation from her friend.

[qwill.]

❀--Aria Mier
elf ❀ healer ❀ water ❀ Faelyn; Queen Lauriel; King Levos
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Aria watched the king as he slowly made her way around the small shop, trying his best to pace the room with a sort of godly grace. The strange, and perhaps comical, thing about the situation was, was that the room in itself was really not that large. Aria raised an eyebrow as the King barely paced across the room before having to turn around. The dramatic effect of the maneuver was lost on Aria, but, she could tell, not so much on Faelyn. The fire elf was seated in her cot, watching the King's every move with a wariness.

As the proud man asked seemingly nonchalantly about Elwen Luna, Aria exchanged a quick glance with Faelyn. Poor, poor Faelyn. Hadn't she already been through enough trouble today to justify not having to discuss the one problem she had yet to truly fix? After all, wasn't it because of Elwen Luna and her dire wolf that Faelyn was sitting, severely wounded in this cot? Sighing ever so slightly, Aria considered her answer. "Yes, my king. I know of Elwen Luna. She is the spitfire who today caused our kingdom toil," Aria said, replacing Levos's tea cup on the work bench and returning to her seat. She took Faelyn's empty cup and placed it behind her as well, though her vision was still trained on the king.

The more Aria thought about it, the more she recalled Elwen. Aria was observant, and through this observance, she noticed minute details that often got lost in the crowd. She had not known Elwen well, but she had known Elwen, and she had seen her around Cymbiir in the years previous to that day's misfire. "Elwen is young, and still growing. She resented the war from the moment it began, but, it seems, she still worked as a warrior amidst it all." Aria was forming a picture of the young elf in her mind, but no words came to her to describe her sudden action in the battle earlier that day.

"I don't know what caused her to break today; my only guess is that it dealt with her animals," Aria finished, looking to Faelyn to see if her friend had anything more to add. As far as Aria could tell, there wasn't much, but perhaps FAelyn, being, after all, Elwen's captain, would know more.

➸--Raoden Marx
human ➸ captain of the guard ➸ Elwen
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Raoden's arms began to throb as the poison continued to take its toll. It was a slow but resounding pain, each surge taking on a greater effect. No longer having the strength to move, Raoden began to succumb to the shadows waiting so eagerly to attack his mind. He hardly felt the wind against his face as the tree released him, sending him down onto the grass. The world spun, but it was drained of all color, and everything floated as though part of a low-hanging mist. He saw movement directly in front of him, but couldn't move his head further to guess at what was going on. The only thought he could manage was that, somehow, Elwen had decided he was worth saving.

His vision nearly blacked out by the time Elwen finished her process, Raoden slowly began to regain his senses. He didn't know what she had done to counteract the poison, but the nightmares he had started to see were slowly retreating, as though exposed to a bright and warming light. Pushing himself off the ground, Raoden slumped against the tree that had previously detained him, his muscles weak from the moramarth. Each of his wounds from the day hurt insurmountably, starting with the stab wound on his shoulder to the small cut that had sent a course of moramarth through his veins.

Panting, Raoden's vision wandered to the she-elf, sitting a few paces away from him, watching him warily. Stangely, she looked nearly as wounded as he was, both on the inside and out. Slowly, the thought graced him that she had saved him, and he barely managed a grin. "I knew I could talk you out of it, Elwen Luna," he managed, breaking out into a bout of coughing. He tasted blood and put a hand to his mouth only to realize that he had a cut across his cheek from a stray vine or piece of tree bark. He rested his head against the tree, shaking it slightly at the events of the day.

But he couldn't keep his vision from wandering to Elwen. She was so pretty, even in her wounded state. He recalled noticing her beauty earlier that morning, and couldn't help but wonder how each elf moved with such a unique grace and skill. They were all like snowflakes; every individual was different and strange. Why can't we be friends? Raoden suddenly thought, looking up to the sky. They are so similar to us; why can't we work across this border? Elwen had lost a friend that day, at Raoden's own hand. No wonder she had tried to kill him. After all the reflex was, Raoden grinned as he finished his thought. The reflex was only human. Again, not so different.

Looking back to Elwen, Raoden raised his eyebrows, the cut on his face slowly dripping blood. "What changed your mind? Was it the smile?" Raoden finally said, grinning again. He paused, considering what to say next. He figured it was best to get the hard stuff out of the way before they could get to truly talking. "I'm sorry for the loss of your wolf. I was only trying to protect my people, and yours, for that matter, from his wrath. He had become out of control." Raoden paused for a moment, looking down at his hands. "He died the death of a warrior. His family would have been proud."