Open Chronicles Suffering & Retribution

[Enthund]

Somewhere along the northern edge of falwood, in an elven village.

Screams of the tormented echoed through the elven woods.
Mother, father, daughter, son, the fey beasts and the fey folk alike, everyone was screaming for their loved one's life.
Louder than the roaring fire, but not loud enough to quake the earth.
Only pillars of wood, black as the night rocked the earth once they fell flat upon it, taking the living with them.

It was carnage.
And those not burned were subject to ...human soldiers.
Those who set fire to this hamlet and the forest.
They, the fire bringers, they who cleave skulls with axes, stab chests with spears and slice limbs with swords.
No one was exempt.


In the distance, Enthund and her brigade watched diligently but made no move. No one knew how long they've watched the village burn or if they've seen the firestarters some.
But suffering and pain is part of us all? It makes us who we are, it made us, Enthund barked with her hippogriff rearing tall.
Soon she and the troop of elven soldiers descended upon the village to meet sword to sword with the human scum.

The village would prove a difficult battlefield.

 

[Galorion Svayellen]

Elves took pride in their craftsmanship and art even when building houses, every wall was meant to be a work of art by a master of his trade... Now orange flames consumed those walls a murals along with their craftsmen, and those who escaped the fire fell to the sword...
Most likely like Enthund, Galorion had also seen the black smoke and was nearby to investigate, his scouts had reported Enthund's position and had also reported on the condition of the village and the location of their enemy.

Enthund wasn't especially liked among elven kind, he was curious to know why. But if she was here to take vengeance on these animals then he would support her.

Galorion and his forces now stood atop a hill overlooking the village in the distance, taking up a strategic position opposite of Enthund's forces to provide flanking support on the other side of the village.
Seated on his white horse Galorion looked on the village, his heart hiding a great sadness at all the beauty destroyed and the life lost.
He held his bow in a relaxed grip, but there was a growing tenseness in his shoulders as his rage grew.
He had brought thirty bows and sixty spears. The battle plan was to support Enthund with ranged support, twenty spears will be left to protect the archers and he intended to join the battle with the remaining forty spears.

He awaited Enthund's attack as a signal to make his move, and he was pleased that he didn't have to wait long.
Her army charged into the village to clash blades with the human animals. With a sharp hand motion his forty spears advanced and a rain of arrows sliced into the enemies flanks, raining into the village from afar.
He spurred his horse into a gallop as he himself charged ahead of his spearmen.
In a single fluid motion he drew an arrow from his hip quiver, knocked it, pulled back, sighted on a shocked rear guardsman, and let the arrow fly. It streaked like silver through the air and slipped through the soldiers throat to cut off his cry of alarm, simultaneously severing his spinal column. He dropped like a ragdoll and in three more fluid motions three more soldiers fell dead with the musical twang of an elven bow.

As he entered the boundaries of the village he held his bow to the side in his off hand and drew his sword with a musical song of its own, another fluid motion that decapitated another unsuspecting soldier.

With the hail of arrows and men dying at their flank the alarm was finally raised and soldiers began to respond to the new threat. A spear attempted to take him off his horse, it technically succeeded, except that he leaned backwards to dodged the spear and then slipped his feet from the stirrups and rolled off the back of the horse to land on his feet. His sword quickly dispatched the offending soldier and soon Galorion was reinforced by his spearmen now joining the fray.

The sounds of battle only grew as man and elf fought for their lives and soon the two elven forces had joined together.

 

[Enca Boralaine]

It's such a fine evening to take a stroll through the endless woods of Falwood and all its leafy green treasures. The way orange sunlight filtered through the treetops and painted the soil in rays of light just had a way of filling you with a sense of joy and wonder. Falwood is always so lively with its downright insane assortment of creatures that scurried through the bushes and burrowed into the ground. So peaceful. So quaint.

Except that it wasn't.

The unmistakable howling of a frightened soul reached Enca's ears it animalistic reverb a sign of pure terror. What the cause of such horror was she didn't know but that wailing wasn't alone there were other screams all of them filled with anguish all of them chilling to the bone. The Vampire's nose caught a whiff of something, something sweet and tart with a slight metallic aroma. Enca smiled and ran her teeth over the daggers that were growing inside her mouth.

"Love that smell!"

Enca took off toward the sugary aroma of blood its warm presence soon replaced by the smoky scent of smoke and embers.

Then she saw it.

A small settlement sat in an area where the trees broke off and left a small clearing ripe for building and from the look of things ripe for pillaging as well. Enca could see the two armies fighting within the small village the clashing metal and roar of a blaze all too familiar. It seemed like every other day someone was on a vendetta of rage and destruction and to someone like Enca it all seemed so...

...Stupid.

When time is no longer a factor all these battles and wars seem so pointless because in the end the effects only last for a few hundred years tops. Who cares who's wrong? Who cares who's right? All that matter was that there was blood to spill and she wanted a taste. Brazenly the alabaster woman entered the fray her steel rapier seeking out whoever was closest.

From where she stood there were only humans gathered their blades raised as they pushed forward into the small village. Enca was aware this was an Elvish village, their scent was simply too strong here for it to be otherwise. Going off that she quickly deduced that the humans were the aggressors which from a morality standpoint made it easier for Enca to kill them. Besides, they are closer after all! Okay then, philosophy is done it's time for murder honorable combat!

She acted quickly her blade punching through the heart of a human soldier draining the life from his eyes. His squadmates whirled around their spears raised as to impale the pearl vampire. There was a flash of gold in Enca's eyes and her arm took over rapidly painting the ground with blood as her rapier belted out its steel decadence in a furious flurry of slashes. The poor sods hadn't even the time to regret their decision before Enca moved onto her next victim a sinister sneer splitting her lips.

 

[Enthund]

Galorion Svayellen Enca Boralaine

A little village was easy picking, being clumsy, naive and unprepared in torching houses, trees and people, was less of a mistake than against armed combatants quite eager to exert maximum punishment in turn.

Being left to their devices for this long, the shower of arrows, spears or swords of all things came as a surprise that at least startled the human opposition.
Enthund led her troop within the fray, first cutting away at those soldiers that were scattered about.
She herself was a daring wind on her hippogriff, seeming more like a swift-moving shadow knocking soldiers to the ground meme moments away from death.


Not long after a rallying call did they resist more competently.
Enthund whistled at her elven contemporary, Galorion, they may as well tackle this troop of men with some more brain in their head.

 

[Galorion Svayellen]

The raiders weren't ready for stiff retaliation, but once they realized that they weren't just taking a few lucky casualties from a remnant resistance they quickly sounded a rally and began putting up a real fight.
Galorion was engaged with two humans, the clanging of their steel swallowed up by the fighting all around them. He moved like a whirlwind, facing one enemy one moment to transition to the next in the same fluid motion, his blade flashed with blue light as he batted their blades to the side, he sliced one upwards through his armor and across his chest and then used the follow-up motion to bring the sword downwards across the chest of the next one.
But as his two opponents fell he was forced to dodge and backpedal as suddenly a he was faced with an advancing line of spears.

Galorion's spearmen backed off from the newly formed battle line of human soldiers. Galorion called for a rally of his own troops as well and was preparing to advance on the enemy when he heard a whistle from the intrepid Enthund who was mounted on a hippogriff of all things!
He nodded to her with a wave and motioned her down. They would need to take the opportunity their defensive enemy gave them and form a quick counsel to decide their next move.
He had a plan but it would require the cooperation of both of their forces.

 

[Xzaar Vixneel]

He really just wanted to sit and enjoy his salad in peace. Course, that's just not how things went today.
​

Xzaar rented a room at an inn a few miles away in the next village when mid-bite, a messenger was making rounds and informing others about the chaos at the next village over. This was to keep them on high alert in case they were next. He was warned to stay put, but of course, he ran towards the village instead. As he reached the peak of the hill, he was immediately revolted by the distinct scent of burning wood and flesh that permeated the air, causing him to halt and summon the will to proceed.

"Hate that smell..."

He saw two forces clashing in the distance as he grabbed his bow. Elven and... human. He found that Attempting to keep his personality free of xenophobia became a more strenuous task each time he found himself in a skirmish. Virtually all attacks on the falwood and the people that reside here had been perpetrated by humans. He's tried to resist the thought... but humans and rapidly becoming the most sadistic race in his mind. As he watched them slaughter his elven brethren and torch their ancient trees, his grip tightened around his bow as a vengeful wrath took over him.

He was unsure if this anger is from his own rage.​

He slid several feet down the hill, leaping off of it and right into the battle.

Or the rage of the empath drawing from fury.
​

He started to barrage the invaders with fierce, blunt blows that some would consider to be uncharacteristic for an elf and more akin to an orc. One of the soldiers attempted a finishing blow to a downed elf, but Xzaar stopped it by thrusting the bladed end of his bow into the assailants back. Hands tightening around the bow as he spread his feet apart, lifting the now deceased soldier over his shoulders. The runes on the bow activated, shining white as sparks of electricity shot up into the blade, then into the soldiers body. Swirling with blue/white arcs and sizzling, he shot up, bursting his arms forward and hurling the body free from the blade and into a small group of soldiers.

The electrified body had momentarily paralyzed them as they clutched their metal weapons. Still energized from the effect of his fury, he turned his attention to them, striking them with a ferocious assault that utilized the weapons on him, his body, or anything he could grab in the moment. Each kick, elbow, palm thrust, slash and punch had landed with intent to break bones or and kill.

 

[Enca Boralaine]

SHUNK! Five spears ripped through Enca's skin skewering her from all angles as another group of enemies charged in with more pikes ready to impale. As Enca stood there blood rising in her mouth she frantically envisioned her next move another horde of humans growing closer by the second. The pike's edges were mere inches from her throat now their steel shimmering in the faint beams of daylight radiating over the tree line.

Strength glowed in Enca's eyes and she violently whirred to the right ducking below the new batch of pikes as she grabbed the spears lodged in her arms and legs breaking their tips and hurling them in the direction of her now weaponless impalers. Enca's heeled feet met the jaws of two humans as her arms pushed off the ground rocketing her into the air as a volley of arrows struck the ground where she stood. The Vampire wasted no time grabbing the misfired arrows and lodging them into the throats of the pikemen before her their lifeless expressions a mixture of surprise and awe.

A painful yet short-lived tingling could be felt as Enca's muscles and nerve endings grew back in repairing her body and reading her for the next bloodletting.

Sharpened almost metal-like claws sprouted from the Vampire's fingernails their arrival accompanied by a dreadful sense of bloodlust that could be felt in the air around the village. It was cold and ravenous as though denied something precious to it for thousands of years. Enca's talons ripped through flesh and steel all the same as she broke the weapons (and bodies) of her adversaries her previous grace having been replaced with an animalistic bloodlust.

She was brutal and murderous to anyone that got too close, her attacks were inhuman and they were precise as soldier after soldier found himself dead upon her bloodied fingers. Enca growled in pain as her joints and muscles began to constrict until the woman was on all fours crawling like a rabid dog with blood instead of foam running from its mouth.

Evidently, the mark of the beast had taken control and turned its host into a monstrous being set on consumption and set on murder until its destructive intent could be satisfied. Enca's mouth twisted and warped into a cage of razor-sharp swords severely limiting the woman's ability to speak coherently.

"C'MON! I Wasn't FINISHED!"

The humans stepped back and readied their weapons their caution only seeming to incense the disturbing beast bent on killing them.

"I told...you..."

Enca lunged forward her claws raised as to strike down the nearest foe.

"TO GET INSIDE MY MOUTH!"

Enthund, Galorion Svayellen, Xzaar Vixneel

 

[Enthund]

Enthund's little cavalry was a useful group composed of both stags and does, although they were fewer in number. Though she herself could solely fly above the enemy line.
Her unit made itself scarce as the humans rallied up. The pikemen looked a bit too pointy to purposefully impale oneself over them.

»Got a proposal? « Her savannah hippogriff, despite in place, was hard to keep in such a position. It broke into a short pace around Galorion.

»We might want to fold in the few resisting too, and watch out,« she bit into her sleeve, pulling it up. Not including the few straggling resistance fighters seeming on their side, off in the distance was a singular bearer of bloodshed far more crazed.


While a lot of the soldiers have rallied into a group unpenetrable by any one individual, those who've routed or still fought on their own term slowly succumbed one by one.

 

[Galorion Svayellen]

»Got a proposal? «

She landed her steed and trotted around him and he turned to follow her calling out over the sounds of battle.
"As much as it pains me to suggest it, I say we blockade this village, burn our enemies with it. Shoot any human trying to escape and fan the flames till they're consumed!"

His spears were holding the line effectively, and every time his archers on the hill got a clear shot at an enemy they took it. But humans were notoriously resourceful when cornered and he didn't want to give them a chance to regain their balance.
"In order to truly defeat them we must keep changing the playing field, keep them reacting to our movements till their spirits are broken. With our forces combined we can fall back and form a blockade, then we can poke the beast from any direction we want till it bleads out!"

She had cautioned about other players in this battle, he didn't have her vantage point to see what was going on but he took her at her word.

 

[Xzaar Vixneel]

Despite not knowing his presumed allies as they assaulted the invading forces, Xzaar felt great pride in fighting alongside his fellow elves in honorable combat to defend and liberate their home of the human scum. This was a setting that he was highly unaccustomed to, but the more glanced at the hail of elven arrows flying overhead to provide support while the troops below had fought at the methodical orders of their commander in the distance, a thought had crossed his mind.

..I could get used to this.

Just something about fighting for a bigger cause in unity with his species felt right.

Then, a tiny lapse in focus caused an opportunistic foe to swing a sword at him. His attention clicked just in time to duck under the blade, returning the favor with a sickening uppercut to his jar. The distinct crack of bone against his knuckles was a result of his empathy magic, specifically fury. The effect of Fury was strong and he prefers to resort to it in any fight, but he knows the adverse mental and physical damage that prolonged exposure to it can cause, so he shut it off as his strength returned to normal.

The thing that had distracted Xzaar was... honestly, he doesn't know what the hell it was. Some strange, feral creature that tore through it's opponents with unbridled rage. He recalls his skirmish with The one eyed angel back when he made an assassination attempt against Elise Virak. The armored brute didn't care who's side you were on; he'd carelessly try to murder you if you disturbed it's rest.

With that in mind, Xzaar stayed away from the crazed beast, engaging himself with the forces that went after him. Instead of fury, he drew from the emotion of Tranquility. This amplified his balance, agility and mental focus.

He took a loose stance, hands up and palms open as he spread his feet apart slightly. He didn't attack them this time. Instead, he let them charge him. Their reckless strikes were intercepted, parried and redirected as Xzaar only attacked as they swung first. He was able to place several of them in arms locks, taking control of their movements and throwing them to the ground or striking them after intercepting a blow. The wild, anger induced power he displayed before was gone, replaced with elegance and acute precision as he caused some enemies to hit their own allies with their attacks.

Enca Boralaine
Enthund
Galorion Svayellen

 

[Enthund]

»Might be a bit hard to barricade timely, « Enthund admitted, though the method of the disposal of the men, was more than just to her liking. She revelled in such cruelty.

»The buildings, however, I will spread my forces to block any exit from the town, ruin buildings to block paths where possible. But I swear, evacuate forces wherever necessary!«

The plan of the motion was quickly executed and whatever elf villager was rounded up was taken with the cavalry outside and dumped in the moist cold soil in the outskirts.
Enthund herself rode, not, she flew above the village between arrow and flame above the midst of the battle.
For a better vantage of course, and while Enthund couldn't spot the crazed menace within the shuffle of battle, there was one outstanding soldier in the fray she could see.

Enca Boralaine
Galorion Svayellen
Xzaar Vixneel

 

[Enca Boralaine]

Enca should have been warier, not of the human's certainly not but of the moon itself and the detrimental effect it has on her body. Whilst in moonlight it becomes harder for Boralaines to retain their powers due to the constant strain moonlight puts on their bodies. For some odd reason, the Moon break's down their bodies in the same way the sun would for normal vampires albeit much slower and time-consuming.

So there she was a steaming pile of pale flesh writhing in the dirt her blood-soaked attire enough of a deterrent for any human's approach.

Gotta get out of the moonlight...

Enca winced in pain as a pair of wings sprouted from her back their colorful lenses like paper as they flapped up and down blurry to the eye as they buzzed lifting the woman off the ground much to the awe of those around her. Like a housefly fleeing a swatter Enca rose above the flaming village her cuticle wings beating against the burning wind as she dodged and weaved through arrows trying to bring her down.

Eventually her tattered wings could carry her no more an the woman plumetted toward the ground the jagged treetops hiding her from the moons light and giving her a clear view of the fighting outside. Pikeman intent and tight in formation circled around the flaming village their jagged blades impaling any who dared to rush them rather than take their chances with the inferno.

"Quite brutal, quite effective. I simply must find who came up with that one! It takes a certain kind of twisted heart to be so pitiless."

It was settled, the battle was in it's waning hours so there was no use in getting herself killed in battle. There she hid and waited for an opportunity to present itself something she's grown accustomed to doing.

Enthund
Xzaar Vixneel
Galorion Svayellen

 

[Xzaar Vixneel]

His skirmish with some of the soldiers had managed to dwindle... approximately 20, 30 or 40 of them. He lost count after freshly snapping one of their necks and throwing him at a nearby foe. Drawing in a labored breath as various cuts mar his skin, he forced his sore arms up to engage them if they charged, and, sure enough, a few of them did. His empathy had drained, forcing him to shut it off and conserve. He was not left to his own resources against these bastards now. Although his blows still stung, they lacked the potent and accurate force they once had at the beginning of his fights. Some, upon seeing him swiftly end their comrades lives, were deterred from confronting him and so the influx of people charging him was ending.

This provided some respite. Enough to see what was going on around him.

Even though he is unfamiliar with this... warfare? He can, however, sense a plan when it's brewing. He needn't had to hear the orders from the commander mouth as he observed the formation of the army around the village. He noticed that the elven forces were destroying buildings and evaluating the innocence, and themselves in some cases. Could they have been... making the flames bigger? He finds that absurd. Why destroy a town they're attempting to save?

Nevertheless, they're evacuating which means that something was about to happen. He took off running towards the outskirts, slashing or punching away at whatever foe confronted him at his escape. To make this easier, he summoned the surrounding grass and leaves around himself to uproot, flying over to him and staying beneath his feet in a large flurry of leaves and grass. This transportation method was faster than running, and he could manipulate the leaves to stiffen and impale the opponents that gotten in his path. The leaves lost would resupply from surrounding ones. Took a while, but he was at the outskirts with the rest of the villagers, struggling to catch his breathing as the flurry of plant matter dispersed. "Startin' to despise humans.

Galorion Svayellen
Enthund
Enca Boralaine

 

[Enthund]

Enthund scouted above the battlefield before swooping down and grabbing a young-looking soldier off the field, held tightly between the hippogriff's back claws.
While she did spot a creature fly off into the night, and she thought her's was the only flying beast in the area, she could expend time searching for it.

Her mounted troop patrolled around the perimeters of the burning village.
All would be lost of course...including the human soldiers.

Lastly, Enthund threw the soldier outside somewhere in the moist soil before landing herself and planting one of her hippogriffin's feet firmly on the soldier's back.
She would wait to meet up with Galorion and nay other people, including the victims before conducting further business.

Galorion Svayellen
Enca Boralaine
Xzaar Vixneel

 

[Alandros Eleshan]

Steaking arrows, clanging swords and shields, the roar of fire – it pelted Alandros Eleshan’ ears until it was hard to make sense of it all. His name – or rather, his number - was being shouted by his captain, screaming for him to stop the women and children running for the outskirts and safety. That deep voice he knew so well was cut off then as the surrounding world erupted into pure carnage. The elves were cleverer than any Cat-Ears had a right to be.

It was a strange thing, fighting, war, and slaughter. It happened so quickly; time was fast, yet it was slow too. All of it seemed to last an eternity. Alandros ran through the burning village as fighters encroached and fired from the forest edge. He couldn’t find any of his fellow soldiers. He did find his commanding sergeant, or what was left of him, face down over a barrel of bloodstained turnips.

“Alan!”

Alandros turned and gasped with relief when he saw his captain. Arrows were sticking out from the burly man’s arm and shoulder, but he was alive. “Two-four-six-o-seven, get your ass moving! Stop the women!”

“Y-yes sir!” Alandros gripped his knives hard and looked around. First he saw the elven woman, a young maid all in a blue, rushing to a burning house. His eyes widened as he took in how the house teetered, yet was still upright, and how the fire blazed in a yet contained space.

He ran to her just in time, grabbed her arm. Wrenching away she reached for the door handle.

Alandros screamed. “No! Wait!”

She smiled at him.

She swung open the door.

FWOOSH

Alandros screamed. He saw fire, running up and down his body, eating away at his clothes and skin. He didn’t know anything could hurt so bad.

WATER WATER WATER

There was no water.

“Alan! ALAN! ROLL! ROLL DAMMIT!”

Alan flung himself on the ground and rolled. It still didn’t go out. He felt hands on him, slapping against the fire, heard curses and screaming and desperate shouting.

“Won’t go out-“

“Leave him, he’s dead-“

“Can’t just let him-“

“Oh for fuck’s sake, just-”

“Damned Cat-Ears!”

Everything went black, just for a few seconds. He staggered upright, clawing at the ground, wailing from the pain that radiated all from his scorched left side. That was when the monster came.

Some… THING… snatched him up, causing as much pain as it could as it carried him away. He thought he was going to be dropped to his death, but instead, it tossed him into mud and slammed heavy, rough feet on top of him. He groaned

Please just kill me…

 

[Galorion Svayellen]

It was a slow pullback, their rearguard mostly focused on evacuation while the frontline gave ground block by block as they were cleared. Svayellen's soldiers were a well oiled military machine, his people disciplined and well coordinated with each moving part.

His archers provided covering fire while they finally left the choking smoke and flames of the village. Galorion issued orders to his people and they began the task of forming a barricade around the village with their limited numbers. Most of his spearmen traded out for bows and joined in the shootout and Galorion fired a few arrows of his own before he went to organize his unengaged troops and appraise his lieutenants of the strategy.
Once it was confirmed that all allied forces were clear and all the survivors found and evacuated he ordered a volley of flaming arrows to further encourage the flames.

He dismounted and stood by his horse in contemplation. Things were happening that he wasn't privy on, the unknown additions to the combat for one, apparently some flying monster was briefly spotted escaping the village before it could be shot down, a magic using elf might have fallen back with their ranks, and there was Enthund coming in for a landing with an enemy soldier in the grasp of her mount. He walked over to greet her when he noticed the human was still alive... 'Hostage' was the first thought that came to mind, of course the idea was foolish with a mere footman. 'Information' was the second thought that came to mind.

"Enthund, I see you've found yourself a trophy. I think our barricade has gained us a moment to further contemplate our position and strategy?"

 

[Enthund]

Enthund kneeled before the captive, unsheathed her dagger and brought its spine to the young adult's cheek. She wouldn't even think twice about how close they were in age. Will he look her in the eye? She sneered with a wicked grin before Galorion interrupted her first with the sound of his footwear on the ground as a 'thump'.

She kept her mount's foot on the captives back as she slowly stood up and faced the more experienced soldier. He of the High Elves, as clear as day upon his face was regarded with much more respect within the various kinds of falwood elves. While she of the common meadow elves was regarded as a weed among roses. It was intriguing to her if not, invigorating to see be treated as an equal,
at least for this moment.
»Can't do without it, see. « Enthund looked around her to see who all has assembled. » Got nothing here than deal with the survivors, I already know how I'll proceed... «

Enca Boralaine
Galorion Svayellen
Alandros Eleshan
Xzaar Vixneel

 

[Xzaar Vixneel]

The battle itself may have been an unfamiliar setting to participate in, but the aftermath remained the same; the villagers sit on the soil after their evacuation, burned and cut from brutal assault on their home. Xzaar has taken it upon himself to quell the occasional village skirmish quite a few times now, so he's always been prepared for this outcome. The cessation of hostilities gave him the opportunity to kneel beside a family of burned villagers. He reached into the satchel at his hip, bringing out a small jar that contained a clear gel.

This is aloe vera gel, and it's been used to aid in the healing of burns and soothe the skin. His dominion over plant life had not only gifted him the power to accelerate it's growth, but it's natural healing capabilities as well. After opening the jar and placing the gel onto their minor burns, the applied area flashed light green before disappearing, revealing that the gel had vanished, absorbing into their skin. The pain they felt would begin to subside, and he used these methods on several other villagers until his resources expired. Sadly, there wasn't enough for every person. Despite the cuts and scrapes he sustained, he used nothing on himself.

Surveying the faces nearby, he observed that only two people were mounted on something. One on a... hippogriff. He hasn't seen those before. The other was on a horse. He suspected that these were the commanders, and that suspicion was confirmed when he overheard them talking as he finished treating a final villager. He stood up and approached the both, glaring down at the injured human with disgust. There was nothing more he wanted in that moment other than to toss him into the blaze to die with the other bastards that attacked this place. Sadly, this human was obviously spared for a greater reason. Possibly an informant or a trophy. Either way, he brought it on himself. He took a breath to calm himself before introducing himself.

"I take it that the two of you have led these valiant groups?" He asked as he contemplated stepping onto the humans hand below, just to hear him holler. "My name is Xzaar, and I overheard you mention something about proceeding. Room for one more human-despising elf?"

Galorion Svayellen
Enthund
Enca Boralaine

 

[Alandros Eleshan]

I’m going to die.

Despite the nauseating pain and agony throughout his body, this single thought came to Alandros clear and acute. It struck his mind like a sharp slap, and with it despairing regret washed over him. For a moment, he wished he had never signed up for the militant Wolves, had never left his peaceful farm, had never sought out something more in his short life.

Then the Cat-Ear, whose monster still pinned him to the ground, brought out a knife. The bitch brought it close to his face, clearly intending to torture information out of him. Or perhaps to simply hurt him out of revenge and simple fun.

His hands, burnt and red, clenched into fists as he twisted underneath the beast’s foot. He met her eyes with a challenging glare. The Hounds were right, these elves were fornicating, racist, brutal fuckers who deserved to be wiped from the earth. Every story he’d hear about these bastards came rushing to the front of his mind. The murders, the crimes, the viciousness of their so-called race was endless. This entire village deserved to be razed to the ground. It and all its evil occupants.

That’s why I came. For… for justice! To make sure they couldn’t do anything, anymore.

The regret was gone. He would die, but at least his death might mean something.

Another elf emerged, tending to some wounded snakes with some kind healing sorcery. The sight mocked Alandros and hate burned in his being, as harsh and his burns. Then the elf came close and his words were vomit-inducing. Valiant? These… brutes? Sure, they were defending their village. Their village of murderers, serial killers and criminals, both high and low.

Xzaar. A crude name and one Alandros swore he would remember into death. He’d curse the name, and maybe, someday…

“Room for one more human-despising elf?"

With all his strength and spite, Alandros spat on the Xzaar’s foot, only since he couldn’t reach his face.

 

[Enthund]

Enca Boralaine Alandros Eleshan Xzaar Vixneel Galorion Svayellen

»Spiteful is he, « she grinned at Alandros. »Won't have much to spit for after we're done with him... «

For a moment The elf removed her attention away from the captive; standing up and facing Xzaar.
»Yet, Xzaar, always. « Enthund grinned at him,. »Impressive of you to cut down so many of these wretched men down on your own. I wouldn't mind your coat in my band.«

»The name's Enthund, this here is Galorion,« she pointed back at her side where the more noble-blooded elf stood.

 

[Xzaar Vixneel]

He's a rather easy going person in the right company. In the wrong company... well. "You really should've just laid there..." His first instinct was to wind back and kick his exposed head, but he has, at least to him, a much more humorous way of dealing with scum such as him. He reached into the satchel at his hip, pulling out another vial with sap inside. "I appreciate the praise. Your people did wonderful as well." He said while removing the cork from the vial, continuing the discussion while preparing his revenge. "Hello, Galorion. It's nice to meet you."

He wanted this human to feel as insignificant as possible, unworthy of being addressed as he continued the conversation. Since he wanted to act like an animal, Xzaar with treat him like one with no shame. "I've been on the outskirts of falwood for quite some time, responding to any alerts of deforestation or pillaging. Felt good to fight with others who share the same cause." The contents within the vial flashed light green before fading. Then, he turned it upside down and let the liquid fall onto the burned face of Alandros Eleshan

This sap belonged to Toxicodendron radicans, or as it's commonly known, Poison Ivy. It was a hassle to get this so there was only a tiny amount, but the effects should deter any further disrespect from this bastard. The flash of light was a sign of his magic accelerating it's effects, making sure that the blistering, itchy, red rash would take hold much faster than it normally would. This would exacerbate his wounds with the rash, and the twisted humor is that it'd be nigh impossible to resist scratching it.

"Ah. Next time you should think before pissing off one of your captors. Better yet, never piss off a botanist."

Galorion Svayellen

Enca Boralaine