Shatter Fist

She frowns at his words. Family? She was given away by hers. What’s so good about being an elf? What’s so good about being human? She’d rather be neither. “That’s nice for you.” she comments; the only family she had was Theodore and Nox, and that was all she needed. She didn’t know about the nature part (to her there was no feeling, just an opinion on whether something would be useful as an ingredient), but it was true she could use magic if she chose to. Still, that wasn’t something that only applied to elves, anyway.

“… Yeah. Lux de Fiore.” It was interesting, in a way, that somehow this encounter hadn’t happened already - if he too was also from Dahlthir - but the city was quite large and most of her time was spent either out or in the Guild Base in her own space. “The first, huh?” She ponders on it for a moment. “Guess that makes it your lucky day?” 

“De Fiore?“ You repeated, trying to remember how surname structures works in the western lands. “That seems to be a name of nobility?” You inquired, thinking back to your own background. Was he considered nobility? Or the illegitimate son of a government dog. If he did have a title it went down the drain at birth. Oh well it didn’t matter to him.  

She was never entirely unaware of her surroundings, but often just chose to ignore them. Others were never a concern to her, unless they were either with her or considered a threat. So, minding her own business - looking for more potential ingredients for various concoctions - she crouches to survey the usefulness of the plant growing at the base of a tree (one of an abundance in this kind of area).

When the voice calls out, she’s not startled - however his words put her on the defensive. Her sharp eyes cast a narrowed stare in his direction. How could he tell? Did he see her ears when she shifted to crouch? But if that was the only inkling, then why assume she was half? Truth or not, nobody else ever came to that conclusion. 

“What of it?” she asks, immediately moving her gaze back to the plant, as if she doesn’t care. She has other things to deal with - to do - instead of trying to figure some ‘fellow half elf’ out.

“Well.“ You smiled as you removed yourself from the clearing. Using your druidcraft to gently push the brush away as if it was by their own accord. You were happy to see more of your own....Special kind. A kind made by choice. Rare in the world surrounded your others halves and dwarves. Lucky for you, your world involved all three. 

“Master Eliphrin said all elves are family, even from separate villages we’re still children of the fey. Nature and magic connect us together.” You note the plant life she is working on. 

[Roll a Nature check: 7+1=8] 

Boy. Those are plants. You recognize they’re neat. Very neat. 

You find yourself in the seclusion of the woods. It was something you enjoyed doing even at the temple, but now the hectic nature of the city has made it an even more common occurrence. You lift your head and smell the scent of the forest. Your feet slowly sinking into the soft earth. However as with a forest you’re truly never alone. 

[Run a perception check: 19+5=24] 

Even though surrounded by the cacophonous sound of the wild, you could hear the sound of a twig breaking. Your pointed ears twitched as your head turned towards the sound. Eyes befalling on the familiar form of a fellow half elf. 

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Views on fate/destiny 

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7. Views on love

While he has never known romantic love, he does know the love between family, friends, and everybody in between. A sense of community and respect. Love to him is the strongest emotion the soul can harness and with it it can change the world for the better.

8. Views on death 

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4. Favorite pick-up line 

what is worse, a zombie or a creature pretending to be human ? that’s all subjective, in the end. but as she’s come to know, it hurts someone more to be betrayed and devoured by one they assumed was a friend than an outright flesh hungering decaying corpse. 

❛  right, right ! there are such strong people here, how could i forget ? protection is something we won’t lack, if the zombies do exist ! muuu-hu, perhaps there’s some lingering in the graveyard, digging up gr-av-es because they’re hun-g-ry ~  ❜  

[Roll for knowledge: 13+3=16] 

It takes you a moment but you sort of remember that zombies do not in fact devour the flesh of those already gone however the thought still fills you with unease. A shudder befalls you and you shake. Was it the cold wind heralding the arrival of fall or the fact you’re standing on consecrated ground that could or could not be desecrated. You shiver again. 

❛  muhu, curiosity killed the cat, you know ! but there’s more to it. sa-tis-fa-ct-ion brought it right own back. ★  ❜  a laugh followed after the last syllable rolled off her tongue, a rather cheery laugh at her own morbid talk.        ❛ may-be there’s zombies in the graveyard !! muhu, oh the possibilities !  ❜

The mention on zombies sends a shiver down your spine. You remember the damp caverns where you first experienced the hungry undead. Their time in solitude only made them hungrier. Your earthly hues gaze down at amount of packed earth before you. 

          {♪} —; The rich atmosphere of the day envelopes the morning world, a brilliant light shining down towards the earth. The sounds of wildlife whistle throughout the air, and a wind of whimsy drifts throughout the surroundings. Enamored by the illuminated morning light, the gentle-spirited mermaid slid along the ground, his robe tied around his waist. 

          {♪} —; He was fond of being surrounded by nature, and though it’s not recommended by most to sleep outside, he can’t help but get carried away by the tranquil qualities it possessed. Although, it appeared that the morning would be more than he bargained for. The sound of music filled his ears, and curiosity took the best of him. Caim donned his robe, beginning to follow the source of the music, absentmindedly fidgeting with his necklace. It wasn’t far off until he located where it came from, and he looked up into the tree.

          {♪} —; “Oho…so it wasn’t just the sounds of a very peculiar bird this morning then? Your performance is quite lovely. Is that your own tune?”

Your fingers move deftly along the indentations that ran along its wooden surface. Note after note plays in an almost harmonious dance with the sound of the woods. A bird lands on your shoulder and watches you for a moment before fluttering away to face its own fate. You continue to play. 

You open your eyes at the sound of a voice calling out to you. Stopping your melody to peer down from the boughs of the trees. Earthy hues catching the blue physique of another. A small chuckle leaving your lips. 

“My own? No. It was a melody my father taught me when I was a child. He said that it was originally about war and conquest but as time passed. It became about perseverance and hope.A song that becomes the winds of change. It’s a song that never finish though, because those who learn it must add their own life into it. Their own experience. I guess my experience has not fully developed yet though.” 

         “   you  weren’t .   ”      her eyes sweep over him like the flick of a blade.     “   until  now .   ”     most people would leave it at that, but ahyoung’s curiosity always gets the best of her.  that,  &  she can put two  &  two together.  man, in front of guild hall, hand raised mid air.  one doesn’t come here mistaking it for a flower shop.      “  you’re  looking  to  join ,  i  suppose ?    ”

“I-I supposed you caught me.“ 

You chuckled, moving a strand of hair from your eyes. You move away from space of the gate, backing away towards the wall, your hand clasped behind you as a large grin grew on your face. 

“I heard about a guild of adventurers and it has garnered a small curiosity in me.I used to be in something akin to a guild back in my homeland but it has been quite sometime. I don’t know if I’m ready for something like this. Perhaps in the near future. I’m...” 

You pause. Unsure on how to correctly word this.