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N'aschi may not have been particularly wise, and his unfamiliarity with the mainland and it's peoples had definitely harmed him in his efforts to break free of his homeland and ancestry thus far. Still, he hadn't lost his sense of right and wrong, and it seemed to him as though his unexpected...

N'aschi flashed his brightest grin towards Arietta's compliment, the best he could do to hide the wave of bashfulness that came to his cheeks at being praised. He hadn't realized how isolated he'd been in that Bayou until people actually started talking to him, and now he found himself rather...

N'aschi wasn't exactly sure why they'd all been fighting in the first place. His impression had been that the group had come here for some information, perhaps a drink to go with it. That he'd involved himself in the fracas was more a reactionary thing than anything else. Still, by the time the...

N'aschi looked down at the woman in wonder as shimmering light poured from her palms and soaked into his flesh. It was yet another display of incredible magick, the type he'd heard about in the stories of his homeland, magick that could heal just as efficiently as it could hurt. N'aschi let his...

"Knights of Anatheaum..." N'aschi repeated, under his breath. He couldn't claim to have heard of them before, but his time on the mainland was still young. Josai's reassurance was appreciated, but the sting of his defeat was still fresh in both his mind and flesh. He could feel the...

When it was all said and done, the young bog-elf had little to no idea what it was he'd just witnessed. It had been a display of some of the most fantastical magic he'd ever bore witness to, beyond what he'd dreamed possible in his time spent hearing rumors of mages while cooped up in the muck...

Even as Naschi scrambled back to his feet after tossing himself to safety, he had next to no idea what exactly it was he was looking at as he turned to look back at the beast, hopefully ensnared within the trap Josai and her team had set. Magic was foreign to him; It wasn't uncommon for the...

It wasn't a question of whether or not Kona was a fool for acting so rashly in front of a monster that had nearly taken his life once already: It most certainly was, that much was evident from the disgusting muck that soaked his back as the elf slid underneath the creature. The sensation of it...

N'aschi would swear that if he hadn't just been nearly eaten for lunch, he could have done more than just smile dumbly at the witch when she said his name. It's a good thing his face was red from being pressed against the ground, or else he might have even blushed. Any shyness quickly...

N'aschi grinned, a rather cheeky ear-to-ear smile that betrayed the fact he'd just nearly been mauled to death as he steadied himself with Lemock and the pretty lady's assistance. "Well, not if it means missing out on the fun!" His voice was far less shaky now, and while his legs wobbled, he...

N'aschi had been on his own for months now, living on the whim of his own choices. His family had thought leaving his home in the Bayou had been a rather dimwitted plan; he wasn't suited for bounty work, they claimed Swordplay? He could handle himself, but he'd never defeat a true swordsman...

Another strained cough was the response to her appraisal of his confidence. It was comforting, to have somebody talking you through an ordeal like being nearly mauled to death. He supposed that was the point of the conversation. "I'm not smart enough to fake it." N'aschi choked out a bitter...

N'aschi's state of being could only be described as 'in flux'. He was alive, but the shock of the injuries that had been inflicted upon him had left him rather stunned; The elf was barely aware of the commotion that began to surround him and the monstrosity that sought to make a meal of him...

For the first time ever, N'aschi Kona was fearful for his life. He couldn't see, not clearly enough to be aware of his surroundings; his vision was blurred as though he stared through the ocean, dotted with fickle white spots and sporadically flickering stars. The iron-like taste of blood...

(Sorry about that! Somebody forgot to watch the thread!) N'aschi had opted to remain outside while his new partners worked their magic. After all, who could say whether they were being tailed by some unsavory types, looking to swipe the job out from under them? They didn't write ballads about...