OOC: Traven is trying to find and kill Servix so that he can prove himself to his father and become king. Servix is an Ayleid, and the last known one of his race. Ayleids are enemies of Nylid, Traven's race. Depending on how far the RPG goes, it might move to their homeland towards the end. Anyone can join.

IC:

Servix gently brushed Zervin's long, black hair. The day had just started, so he planned on obtaining supplies from Kuasta soon. He and Zervin's temporary settlement was a small, but comfortable house in Kuasta. He had set up a camp a few miles outside of the city, located in a small forest in case he needed to quickly escape from Kuasta. He had picked a small city for the obvious fact that it was a small city, and while people were more known in small cities, it didn't matter if you didn't make yourself known. Also, if a larger group of Nylid ever did come by this area, they would attract attention, being a large group, and might even be attacked by soldiers in Kuasta.

After brushing Zervin's hair, he exited the small house and searched for Kalin, the city's main market owner and source of supplies. Zervin had to stay because he couldn't attract any attention.

Traven collapsed. He had left Therinsford yesterday and was currently nearing Teirm. If the Ayleid wasn't here, then he would continue south. However, he hadn't slept since he had arrived at Therinsford, and neither had his men.

"Prince Traven-," one of his soldiers began, but Traven grunted loudly, cutting him off. Traven pulled his head up and scowled, "I told you, just call me Traven! I don't deserve to be a king, let alone a prince if I can't capture this Ayleid, and I don't need sleep. He's close, I can smell it!" he ranted, almost to convince himself. He of course had no idea where the Ayleid was. He hardly had gathered any information about the Ayleid. All he knew was that he traveled with some black beast and that his eyes were pure white. "We must hurry to Teirm! It's a secluded city, and it lies near the ocean, so he could be there!" Traven ordered, but he could feel himself drifting to sleep by the second. In less than half a minute, he had fallen asleep where he had fallen, on the ground.

Ancell looked at Servix through the corner of his eye. "I thought you said 'let's not speak of dark matters'." he said in partial amusement when Servix asked about his sister. "Busy spying for the Varden." he said, as if it didn't matter if others heard him. Some merchants gave Ancell weird looks, but he didn't care. He knew his sister could escape any enemies if that came up against her. "Eh? Buy me something? Better not. My sister may not approve of it. Wouldn't want to get you on her bad side." Ancell said with a smile. "I have a roof to live on, and enough food to eat. What more could I want?" Ancell suddenly got serious, and said in his mind to Servix. Don't worry about whoever is chasing you. I won't let anyone harm someone I see as a friend.

Anette looked at Aaron, fake annoyance on her face. "Such a bad subordinate!" she said with amusement. "Won't obey his commander's orders!" Anette smiled despite the fact that Aaron refused to call her 'boss'. At least he obeyed her in the guard area... Sort of. "I'm not going to eat you." Anette said as-a-matter-of-fact when Aaron studied her as if unsure about whether he could trust her or not. "Eh? Why would I want to fight? I'm a runner, not a fighter!" she said confidentially, not ashamed in the least. "Yes, I have commanded soldiers before, but not in any way where I would get harmed." She said, remembering past battles for the Varden. "I much prefer my job of spying for the Varden than fighting for them though." Anette didn't care if Aaron worked for Galbatorix or not, knowing she could escape if it came to that. "I leave my brother to lead the battles and do all the fighting. It's his job to kill, and mine to heal." Anette spoke with a smile on her face, but her voice was completely serious. "How many suicide battles have you led, Aaron?" Anette asked, adding a few things to her soup.

OOC: I found out yesterday that I'm gonna be gone from about 3:30 tomorrow until Apr. 3, with no Internet, so I won't be able to reply. If y'all think y'all can handle my characters without getting out of character for them, than go for it!

OOC: Forgive my ignorance, but what is Rhinocerous 3? I don't know about Dark, but I'm terrible at handling other characters lol.

Servix chuckled as Ancell talked about his sister. "The Varden, eh? I would probably help the Varden as well, but that would draw too much attention to myself, which would be troublesome," Servix replied. "From what I can tell, your sister seems to be...different from you. Not in a bad way, though. It's nice that I could actually meet someone here who is trustworthy," Servix said, and they finally reached the marketplace. Servix handed Kalin several crowns, and in return, Kalin handed back supplies. As Servix carefully stuffed the supplies into the sack he had carried on his back turned towards Ancell. "I've decided. Would you like to meet my friend, Zervin?" Servix asked. "However, I warn you, he is probably not what you would expect around these parts," Servix said, and shrugged his shoulders.

Traven stirred at the sound of more commotion. The two strangers he had seen earlier were still there. Traven sighed, picked up his things, and stuffed them into a pack which he slung onto his shoulder. "I appreciate your help, but we're on a tight schedule," he said to the two strangers. He walked over to Gil and kicked his shoulder lightly. Gil continued sleeping, and as Traven continued tapping Gil's shoulder with his foot, Gil simply shooed Traven away, his eyes still closed and his breath still even, betraying that he was still asleep. Traven cursed, "Forget it, I guess I shall wait for them to wake up. I must admit, even I was a little tired back there," he said obliviously, not willing to admit that he had fallen asleep.

Traven smiled lightly at their words. Even when he hadn't been feeling his best for most of his life, these two were inspirational in their own way. "Yeah, I pushed them too hard. I know. It's just that I am very eager to find this man. He is very deadly to us Nylid. Once we are rid of him, we can start rebuilding our destroyed land. You are right though, Aaron. Too much work will do more harm than good." He paused, before resuming speaking, "Nice to meet you Anette, Aaron. Now what happened to get me here, in a land many leagues from my own? War. There was a massive war, started when a group of Ayleid attacked one of our Elders for no reason at all. It would be hard, if not much too difficult for one Nylid to restrain and capture several Ayleid, so he had to go all out.

"He killed one of them, and the action was reported by the Ayleid. We responded, and war followed between our two Races. Now, Nylid and Ayleid were immortal, so there wasn't a great demand for reproduction because of that, and our population in either race is similar to the Elves currently. However, despite that, this war was fought on a scale above the one here, partly because both Nylid and Ayleid are slightly faster and stronger than even an athletic Elf, and partly because of all the malice between our races. There was no holding back, and the land was bathed with blood." He sighed wearily, and then continued, "The war wasn't long. Both sides had suffered irreparable casualties, but the Ayleid had it worse than the Nylid. There wasn't as much Ayleid as there were Nylid, and their race is close to extinct. Except for one, single Ayleid. He had escaped, and his brother had almost made it as well. Normally, we would allow him to live in peace, but he is biased towards us Nylid, and won't stop until his race is restored and we are brought to our knees in chains," Traven ended. Gil, Traven's subordinate, nodded in confirmation.

Servix stared at Ancell with an amused expression as he said something about 'borrowing his roof.' "Sure, just don't do anything too crazy. And yes, he is quite difficult to hide. If it hadn't been for him, I would be able to move about completely conspicuously, and not having to worry about the large back door attracting attention," he said, his arms crossed at Zervin.

But I make up for it by getting you around quickly. You would have been caught years ago if it hadn't been for me, Zervin replied. Servix scratched the back of his head in agreement. It was probably true. Servix's gaze returned to Ancell in bewilderment as he mentioned that he was a Shapeshifter and spy. "Wait, what? So you're not really an Elf?" he asked. He was pretty confused. "Ah well, doesn't matter either way, but if you're a spy, then do you think that you can just let me know if you see or hear anything strange? It would be easy for you, since the enemy doesn't know your face, and you know the city well, as well as where I live."

"Hm? No, I'm going to find the Ayleid and bring him back to my homeland, where he will be sentenced to death. It isn't my favorable scenario, but it's the only thing we can do to confirm safety on Cerudin. We can't lock him up, because unlike most Ayleid, this one can pass through solid surfaces. He is very dangerous, and a threat to Nylid everywhere," he replied to Aaron's question. "Your help would be quite beneficial, though. While there are so much odd traits about this Ayleid, it's very difficult to find him. For all we know, he could be hiding in the Beors, which would be nigh impossible to find him in without making a search party consisting of every citizen of Alagaesia to find him.

"Aye, I have been through a lot, and there is more to this story, as well, but it's somewhat secret, and I don't wish to reveal it to you two yet, even as trustful as you all have shown yourselves to be," he said. Traven eyed Anette wearily as he tentatively placed his plate into the pot, and once he did, he snatched his hand away, and sighed in hopeful relief.

Servix smiled, "Yeah, I think I can deal with you on the roof, but from what you say of your sister, I wouldn't be able to sleep at night knowing she's that close to even my home," he said. "Traitor," Servix said as Ancell sided with Zervin, while Zervin himself just smiled contently, just glad to know he had been right once again. "As for identification, I'm not even sure I've seen their group before. However, that might have been them. Anyways, I'm pretty sure I saw them. The one who looked like the leader had white, spiky hair with deep red eyes, but what really gave it away was his armor. It's not of this land's make, and it is golden-plated with an arch in the back. I'm not too sure either, but I think I saw a mark on his hand. I was sure that the legitamite heir to the Nylid throne was the one chasing me, and legitamite heirs have a Jisin on their right palm, which looks similar to the sun. I think it amplifies their magical ability, but I'm not sure.

"It was a close encounter, but I hid my white eyes, which is a sign that I am what I am, and luckily, Zervin wasn't around, so I made it. I realize I haven't told you what started the war between our two races. Well, I'll start off saying that I am an Ayleid, and the enemy is of the Nylid. Years ago, I was traveling with a group of friends when an Elder of the Nylid unjustifiably attacked us, and he killed one of my friends. We brought it to the attention of the king, but he simply said that my friend had gotten what he deserved for screwing with a Nylid. Our two races hated each other, but this is what sparked the war.

"It was so bloody, and I'll never forget it. I wasn't allowed to fight in most battles because I was a minor at the time, and both of our races were not very populated in the first place. My family was killed, and my father made his last stand fighting against several Nylid. Well, my brother and I were alive, however. We journeyed to freedom. We are positive that all of the Ayleid except for us had been wiped out, and we were determined to escape. We almost did too, but my brother was killed at the harbor. He spent his last bit of energy teleporting me here, to Alagaesia. The last image I saw on my homeland was my brother getting impaled by a spear," Servix ended.

OOC: Oh, and if you two want, you can bring in more charries. I'm about to make another Ayleid and bring her in.

Traven gave a small smile in return, "Thank you. Your help is appreciated.

At Anette's question he replied, "Trust me, it will be easier than you think. We just have to search some of the bars, and ask some people if they have seen anyone with pure white eyes around. That definitely isn't a common trait, so an answer would pop up after little thinking in their minds. I shall let my men sleep for a little while longer, and then we will enter the city," Traven said.

"I wish it were that easy. They probably wouldn't listen to a thing I said," Servix said dully. "But I thank you for my support. Things may have just gotten a whole lot easier," Servix said. "I doubt I will find better help than you," Servix said, grinning. Meanwhile, Zervin had fallen asleep on the floor, his calm breaths coming in long sets.

Aylina's friends waved goodbye as Olivia raced through the forests, the female Ayleid on her back. She had finally done it. She had worked up the courage to leave Du Weldenvarden temporarily and visit the outside world. Olivia was now racing west as they left Ceunon, preparing to trek south once they reached the Spine, and first visit the merchant's city, Teirm. Not only was Teirm a great place to go sight-seeing, but she had heard that some soldiers of the Varden secretly resided in Teirm, and it would be great to visit them. It would probably be around a day and a half of constant travel, so Aylina had placed a spell on the ring on her forefinger, and it was to absorb energy from every plant and tree around them as they traveled that could spare energy loss. Some of this energy would be going to Olivia so that she didn't get tired as the day and a half drew on. Eventually, Aylina fell asleep, her hands around Olivia's neck.

OOC: They had left Ceunon before Traven had reached the outskirts of Teirm, so they would arrive at Teirm a little after Traven and group goes inside the city.

IC: Traven's smirk was replaced by a glare at Anette's small taunting. Did she think he was kidding about him being a prince or something? "I was kidding, but only if you two are willing to do so," Traven said, shrugging his shoulders. "The rest of you should camp in the woods to the east," Traven said. "When you are so exposed, I don't want you three (there are five servants total, including Gil) to be attacked." Two of his servants stood next to each other, prepared to leave. "Alright then, let's go," he said, and approached the Teirm gates, and entered without much trouble, and walked to the center of the port city. "Ok, we should split and meet up here. We'll meet back here in three hours." He glanced at Anette and Aaron, "Please try not to kill each other in those long hours," he said.

Servix recognized the seriousness in Ancell's voice and nodded with a serious gaze as well, showing that he understood. "Hmm..maybe a bar or something, but I don't know. The only place I visit in this city is the marketplace, and besides, I'm not sure if you are legible to drink yet," Servix added with a grin. "Maybe a blacksmith? I have obtained some spending money over my years in Alagaesia," Servix said.

As they neared Teirm, Aylina frowned depressingly. "You do realize that you cannot enter the city, right? That means that you will be stuck out here if we go through with this," Ayline warned.

Olivia smiled encouragingly, I'm positive. You deserve to go sight-seeing, and I won't stand in the way of that.

Aylina smiled gratefully, "Thank you," she murmured happily and got off Olivia before walking towards the city gates.

Olivia smiled as she watched Aylina converse with the guards at the gates, and enter the city.


OOC: Aylina entered the city about five minutes after Traven and company did.

OOC: Yeah. Wouldn't be wise to venture into Demondred's territory.

IC:

"I know, but there are plenty others in the city, and yeah, that is a good idea," Traven muttered, surprised that he hadn't thought of that in the least. He and Radenya approached one of the guards near the entrance of the city and asked, "Have you seen my brother lately? He has white eyes, and I have no idea where he might have gone. We were supposed to meet up in the marketplace, but it seems that he has wandered," Traven said, using a different story this time around.

"Nuh, I haven't seen any white-eyed men enter the city, but several minutes back, a woman with white eyes entered the city. She went down the main street like she was going to go to the marketplace," the guard growled.

Wait, a woman? "Thanks," Traven thanked the guard, before saying, "I believe Anette and Aaron went to the marketplace. Do you think we should join them, or search around the central road?" Traven asked Radenya.

"Wow, lost memories? That must be difficult," Aylina sympathized. "And actually, yes, Du Weldenvarden is much more beautiful than even this city. Don't get me wrong, Teirm has some interesting attractions, but they are all made from human hands, while the Elves communicate with nature for their needs, and you will be troubled to find a house that is artificial because they sing the bark from trees into homes," Aylina fantasized. "But Du Weldenvarden is very secluded, so things can get a little consistent and repetitive after a while. That's why I came here. It has been a while since I have seen the outside world."

Servix smirked, "Yeah, but not for a while they don't. Rhunon is thousands of years old and she doesn't look a day over forty, and even then, she looks to be in her youth." Servix listened to Ancell's story with interest, nodding every so once in a while. "Poor man. Wow, it would be a lie to refer to Anette as humble," Servix said, lifting his eyebrows in surprise. "I am probably not as good at controlling him as your sister could be, but I think I might be able to haggle the price down to free like she did," Servix said, but he had his doubts. "She should be a merchant."

Anette sighed. "You just have too much pride!" she said in faked exasperation. "You should be humble, like me!" she didn't look at Aaron, not wanting to see what type of expression he would make. When they reached the market place, Anette first made a mark on her parchment again, then she looked at Aaron, and said, "Watch me question somebody. It will be good for you to watch a pro - maybe you will learn something!"
Anette walked to a woman selling flowers, and got into a conversation first about flowers, but it quickly turned to the direction Anette wanted to take it. "... I once had this wonderful dream where I was in a field full of the most beautiful flowers..." Anette told the woman, who then told of a dream of her own. Anette saw her chance to ask the question she needed, and did so. "Last night I dreamed I was in the same field of flowers... It was so beautiful I didn't want to wake up. Suddenly a man with white eyes appeared. It was horrible. He wanted to destroy the field. I tried to stop him... But I woke up... I don't know what I would do if I ever saw someone with white eyes after that dream... But I guess having white eyes is impossible..." The woman selling flowers shook her head. "Not impossible." she said, looking around as if she were afraid the "dream person" would jump out and destroy her flowers. "There's a woman with white eyes standing over there." Anette's eyes widened in surprise. The woman with flowers nodded sympathetically, and was about to go into another conversation, but Anette had already left.
"Traven said we were looking for a man, not a woman. I wonder if there is any connection between the two..." she said to Aaron.

Ryan smiled at Aylina. "I hope I can go there someday!" she said enthusiastically. Ryan suddenly felt herself shiver, and get goose bumps. She looked around. Something weird was going on, but she couldn't figure out what it was.

Ancell looked at Servix with a smile. "You don't know the half of it." he said in regards to Anette. Ancell opened the door to the smiths place. "Hey, Master Chafir, you here?" Ancell called out. A gruff voice answered for the back. "The spoons will be ready tomorrow if that's what you're here for delivery boy!" Ancell pretended to look hurt as the old rider came into the front. "I do more than deliver spoons!" he said in fake defense. The smith looked at him doubtfully, then asked, "If you're not here for spoons, then why are you here?" Ancell smiled. "If you're tired of making kitchenware, then this man would like to be something from you." Chafir looked at the white eyed man. "And what do you need?" he asked stiffly. Ancell looked at Servix, trying him to understand that he shouldn't be offended, but that the old smith was always like this. Ancell wondered with amusement if Servix would be able to notice how great Anette's persuasion powers were by seeing this old rider.

OOC: I'm gonna be gone a week, but I'll reply as soon as I can when I get back.

Aylina ran with almost the speed and even more-so the grace of an Elf. She continued running frantically, her gaze averted as she passed by an old man who seemed to be frozen. She knew someone had been following them, but the light sound of their footsteps had faded almost as soon as it had started. Risking it, Aylina sharply turned, gasping afterwards. Everyone in the city had been stopped in their tracks, even the children. The image itself was startling. Glancing at Ryan as she ran past her, she realized that her friend was quite exhausted. Tilting her head in suspicion, she shrugged it off for now and continued running, reaching Olivia by the gate quickly. Aylina gracefully leaped into the air, landing on Olivia and waited for Ryan to get on as well. Olivia began running at a pace that could easily outstrip a horse immediately. "I am so sorry," Aylina apologized to Ryan. "I didn't realize that I had made any enemies in this land, and I don't ever remember doing so. I had never met that man either," she said, still trying to piece this together. "Anyway, what did you do back there?"

Olivia continued running with a quick and even pace, moving south, away from the port city.

Traven groaned and tried to pull himself up, but felt himself stop in his tracks in the process. What the hell? he questioned angrily. Not only had the Ayleid caught him off guard, but he could now only sit and watch as the pair ran, leaving the city. He had missed a perfect chance to capture the final Ayleid. He would never forgive himself for this failure.

Gil sat in the midst of the trees, watching the city carefully, when a small movement flickered near the southern border of the city. Two people were on top of a...Wolf? The animal itself was as great as, if not larger than the size of a horse. He squinted, and with the powerful vision of an Ayleid, he could make out a pair of white eyes on the woman in front. He slammed his hand into the ground, frustrated. Undoubtedly, Traven had failed. Gil made a mental note of where the trio were headed, which was south.

Servix watched the ordeal with a hesitant expression, watching as the man nearly went off on Ancell. However, at the shape shifter's words, Servix eagerly replied, "Daggers, please," he said in a more polite manner. "How much will they cost?" he queried, desiring to hear the typical price of the smith that Ancell's sister managed to haggle.