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OrinElyre trudged along the dust road, eyes sweeping over the lush grass around her. She had been walking for hours since leaving the city around Knight's Tower, and hunger had begun to gnaw at her. Despite her former confidence in her stamina, she had quickly learned that a long journey was far different from sprints between villages. Still, the rations she had packed were meant to ward off imminent threats of starvation, not to act as travel snacks, so she pressed on. Aiming her gaze forward, she saw a village up ahead.
No, it was more than just a village. It was big. A town. Practically a city, in fact. Her spirit revived, Elyre's steps regained their usual enthusiastic bounce as she hastened towards the bustling sanctuary.
The courier had never set foot inside such a large town before. Strange new scents filled her nostrils and the marketplace around her bustled with activity. A loud groan from her stomach reminded her of her priorities. Glancing around, she spotted a hanging wooden si
ElyreFootsteps echoed along the moonlit rooftops, their origin a phantasmic blur in the dead of night. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared, soon landing before a small wooden door with a sonorous tap. Removing a hand from the worn brown fabric wreathing its form, it reached to the door and firmly knocked on it.
"Coming!" a woman's voice called from the other side. "Just a second!"
Soon, a metal clack came from the door's lock and it swung open, casting the light from within on the figure outside. "Oh!" the young lady cried. "It's Elyre! I take it you have another delivery for us?"
"You got it, Ed!" the courier replied, casting the excess cloth from her form. Beneath it, a large wooden case, standard for deliveries, sat strapped across her back. Setting it on the ground, the girl swiftly retrieved a smaller wicker container and handed it over. "And I know what you're going to say. It's no problem, I'm just doing my job, yes, I would like a biscuit to go please thank you."
Smiling, the eld
Sorcerer's Strife"Zephis Altyria: Encant!"
Solid wooden double doors rocketed across the vast mansion lobby, blasted aside by the concentrated explosion of air. Through the doorway they once barred, a tall figure emerged, cloak billowing in the residual breeze. Sighing, he lifted his crystal sphere-tipped scepter and rested it along his shoulder. "So you're going to make me play Hide and Seek first..." he murmured. "...well...maybe it's more like Seek and Destroy."
A thin smile appeared on his lips as he strode forward, taking in the exquisite decor around him. The plush crimson rug yielded under his hard black boots, bright light glinted off of the golden girandole and chandelier, and wonderfully realistic paintings hung from the walls. He steeled himself and began muttering.
He reached the center of the room, stopping directly beneath the chandelier to choose from among the various doors available to him. A gentle rush of air rustled his wide-brimmed hat. Showtime.
The falling chandelie
Leaf BladeThe Machop next to me staggers, the venom in his body eating away at him. From the wound on his shoulder, he should be on his knees, but the way his body tenses, he seems stronger than ever. I had heard that their kind was resilient, but to actually gain power...? He lowers himself into a strange stance, eyes focused on the Beedrill that had us backed against this tree. I simply wait for their attack.
The two strike as one, each a mirror of the other. I leap up the tree's side, the hooks in my feet digging into the bark at the apex of each jump. Below, I see the grey figure masterfully parry the massive stinger and strike an ineffective blow to the buzzing body. Reaching the knothole hidden in the leaves, I take my sword and call out to the insect with its stinger buried in the wood.
I bring my tail down on its head with all the momentum my small frame could gather, then spring from its floored form to slash an arc across its partner's chest. Thanks to the hard shell encasin
TwineedleLeaves crunch beneath my feet as I make my way through the forest. Although my arm and chest are still injured from yesterday's ordeal, the wounds have closed, the one on my arm now beneath a tightly-wrapped leaf, and thanks to the berries and long rest I had taken, the pain was now nonexistent.
My foraging skills are improving. Besides the blue-skinned berries I learned can restore one's vitality, I have found, though not yet tried larger, even harder yellow berries, their spherical surfaces marked with green rings. Presumably, so many are left unscavenged due to the force required to crack the solid peel. Still, I already miss the colourful, mind-clearing berries that grow in the sun back home. I should have gathered some before leaving.
A low droning fills my ears, borne on the gentle breeze between the trees. A different sound brought this way would be welcome, but this one fills me with a strange sense of anxiety. The pitch of the buzzing seems to change as it grows louder. I move
RevengePain surges through my wounded arm as I weave my way closer to my opponent. The blade-adorned being known as Sharp may be a ruthless and seasoned warrior, but he also lacks a means of attack once I pass the reach of his limbs.
This battle carries more importance than any I have faced before. If I fall here, the forest of the acorn-beings, and almost assuredly my life, as well, will be lost to this creature and his underlings. I cannot fail.
The side of my hand strikes his side and I feel that metallic ringing again. Despite his impressive composure, he produces a rasping sound in pain as he leaps away from me. I think I hear him muttering as one of his blades narrowly misses my other arm.
"It doesn't have to be like this," I call to him, stalling as I plan my reapproach. "You can leave this place. Move on, approach the next colony in peace. A home doesn't need to be gained through domination."
I can tell from the movment of his triangular eyes that he's making just as much use of the p
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