He doesn't know what he'd call this. Turmoil? Chaos? He'll go with both, but nothing could have prepared for the events he'd endure as he entered this hectic village.
The reach of his job extends to several things. If he want's to efficiently protect the
Falwood, he has to tend to the forest, protect it's people, keep endangered
species out of the grasp of hunters and try his best not to aid in water pollution. He believes in balance, and while he was pruning a tree, he was informed that said balance was being swiftly upended. He had built a small reputation so messengers had began to seek him out when trouble arises. A village is the highest concern on his list, since the mishaps of people can easily throw Nature out of harmony.
It didn't take him long to arrive. He wasn't that far away to begin with, and the journey on horseback made it faster. While he was informed of the events prior to his arrival, a new incident was unfolding just barely before he could get his feet onto the soil. The myriad of emotions and frightful screams of a few villagers had rang out in discordance through both his mind and the area. It felt stilling, as if he could barely breath. He felt submerged and overwhelmed. This town felt like it was going to
erupt, and if it did, who could foretell the implications. Despite the chaos that deluged the town, Xzaar had stride forward to make attempts at calming the situation. He was informed that others had already arrived on the scene, and the one that was mentioned first was
towering man of metal, as it was described, who desired to quell the situation, and a half-elf who he didn't learn much about. Lastly, he was told of a mercenary, who didn't seem to be an issue... until now. The emotions displayed was essentially an empaths playground, teeming with emotions that he could use in this
event. He sensed traces of disgust, likely from the villagers that witnessed their loved one's corpses. Misery and fury were abundant, which he skimmed from each of those emotions as he swiftly passed through the crowd; they could certainly use a little less of it, and as a result of him, taking some of it, the townsfolk should feel their misery, fury and disgust ebb away as the empath drew from them, storing them within himself. His first attempt at restoring
balance.
Wading his way past the swarms of people, he had saw the townhall that they were rushing into, and decided that it'll be the best place to restore order, although he did it in such a way to capture the attention of those below. His objective was to calm them down, and he did this by drawing from
Tranquility which made scaling the townhall quick and easy. Within seconds, he was on the roof, where he could see the events play out. He is aware that these people have been through more than enough, and a new face that
climbed the townhall could make matters worse in seconds, so he will make his intentions clear after he gains their attention. As he gazed down, he had sensed something highly out of place here. He felt Avarice, and that aspect should not be present in the slightest in these circumstances. It's greed, and in that context, he can deduce that it's an opportunistic foe attempting to take advantage of the carnage for personal gain. Despicable, but it isn't his first run in with people of that nature. The tenuous strand of Avarice he felt came from...
"Right there." He saw the hooded thief not far from where he is, and the townsfolk looked as if they were going to murder him. Hopefully the fury he had skimmed off from them earlier had convinced them not to murder the boy. He looked like a child. They were armed, and whether it worked or not, Xzaar drew into the mind of warrencoe, and unless he had any means of defense against the empath invading his mind, he would feel the Avarice in he held vanish. The elf was leeching it from him, and warrencoe wouldn't feel the need to steal without it.
Whether the boy defended against the intrusion or not, Xzaar still had to stop the advancing crowd on him, and he did this by tapping into his stored Avarice. He threw his hand up towards the villagers, and a neon green, transparent barrier of energy from the emotion had painted itself between them and the thief, separating them for the time being. It could be shattered, but for now it was protection. Directly after, he removed the hood he wore and addressed the armed men as best he could, shouting from atop the townhall. "Excuse me. My name is Xzaar Vixneel, and some of you may or may not know who I am, but I am no threat. In fact, I am an ally of the forest and it's people, including all of you!" Hopefully an introduction could be of some use. He wanted to be as transparent as possible with them at the moment... he was debating telling them about his
empathy magic.
"Please, I understand that tensions are high, but we do not need anymore bloodshed on this day. I have been informed of the events here, and I only want to help." It was at that moment when the barrier dispersed, unable to main itself as he honestly doesn't have much Avarice left.
"Order cannot be restored if you keep this up right now. I have heard of a giant attempting to seek retribution"--he gestured to
Cauldwin, who had been encompassed by the crowds rush--
"and you are unfortunately impeding said goal. It's for good reason, but I would suggest that you disperse so justice can take its course. As for the thief"--he glared at the boy below in disappointment, annoyance and slight anger--
"He shall be dealt with." Nothing involving death though. He doesn't believe that something as petty as theft warrants the heavy price of death.
