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Looking at Ichnel she nodded her head, while adding,

"I dont mind at all if you stop by, I would be curious to what you have to say when you come back from the Elder."
About to take a small bow as to dismiss herself Lae suddanly heard something clear from the outside. It's clear meaning rung through out her ears as she quickly translated the words to common.
No wonder everyones worried! Shoot! How could I have been so oblivious!
As her eyes turned to a blood red she darted out infront of the group and
noticed that Emmia had already stepped out of the door.
s**t!
Lae knew Emmia was amazing with her blade staff. She had watched many times as Emmia crossed blades with older Elven and won. Lae knew nothing much could easily deter Emmia from winning this match. However, he had said he had a bow...meaning he must be ready to attack as soon as she steps out.
Lae knew what she needed to do but she wasn't exactly ready for this yet. She never could be ready when it came to the need to kill.

Snatching the bow from its simple holder on her back she quickly drew an arrow with a steady hand. Knowing a simple arrow wouldn't scare a fly she decided she needed to use her magick. Closing her eyes she directed the flow of fire to wrap around the arrows head making it glow incased by dark blue fire. Right now in her angry state she couldn't make it the white hot flame she had intended but dark blue would do for now.

"If anyone here is trained by the bow, I need you to go upstairs and find a window to point through."

Lea's eyes turned to a mix of fusia and dark grey before she steped out the front door. She would silently make her way around the green house to meet the new foe with the dark flame pointed directly at him. Not surprised she saw the armored figure standing diretly in front of the door with Emmia in line. From behind the small tree she was careful not to make a sound as she pointed the arrow. Stepping from the trees shadow Lae called out to him,

"Might I ask what your planning on doing with my good frind here? I hope it isn't anything rueful, for you may decide in the afterlife that you made a grave mistake."

She frowned while keeping eye contact with the mask, knowing Emmia was asking questions along with her own.

"Enough!"
He steps out the door, and observes the armored figure before them.
"Please allow me to point something out!"
His hand is no longer on his hilt, though he is ready at any time to draw his blade. He's crazy, not a moron.
"I don't think he intends to harm us, at least not at the moment."
He steps around Emmia and stands about five feet from her in a circular position from the new character. Viewing the character, he puts up his hands as if trying to get the girls to lower their weapons.
"When something foreign shows it's potential to be hostile, we assume we need to defend. I believe this is the same case. Strange creatures with weapons appear, so this one believes it's time to defend..."
He faces the armor clad figure.
"Am I right? Do you mean us no harm?"
Luke, though he lives for the thrill of clashing swords, doesn't like unnecessary hostility. Sure, there's no sound to him more beautiful than metal on metal, but in certain instances, he feels there's no need to be agressive.

This is one such instant. He does, however, hope that one person remains on guard just in the case his asumption is wrong.
Hey, wouldn't be the first time.

"What buisness do you have with my guests?," Ichnel asked coldly.

His tone was chilling and his eyes rapidly turned scarlet. As Ichnel spoke, he straightened up to his full 6 feet, 6 inches height. He would not allow any harm come to those within his care, especially to those he held dear.

As Ichnel stalked silently towards the door, his height, his vivid red eyes, and the almost violent spike in his magickal aura, made him look very much indeed like how most other elves viewed the dark elves. Sinister, calculating, and most of all, deadly.

How dare this masked warrior threaten his home and friends!?

"After you state your business, you will please leave," Ichnel politely ordered.

He would let the fire boy talk, but if the masked stranger so much as made a move towards the human, he'd have dagger sprouting from his chest as well as a few stalagmites. Ichnel was extremely protective of what was his, whether it was his home, his plants, or those he called friends. He had to be. He'd been taught that he would lose them otherwise.

"Dos orn naut jivviim mina!"* he added in his native Shalondian tongue.


(( *~ "You will not harm them!" Hooray for drow translations! xd ))

((Yay! Interaction for my character!!! ^_^))
"Does this guy belong to you?" asked Kevyn, not really sure what to make of this. He'd seen some of the kids after the door and knew most looked as odd as he did. This girl was on the less odd side, though still not normal clothes. He hadn't known all the group on the bus, so wasn't sure who this girl was. He did have a feeling she had been there though. That made it hard to explain the wolf though since it wouldn't have been on the bus with them. It also made him feel a little stupid about his ice-breaking question, but nothing he could do about that now.
"He kinda found me on his own... Then again, it's nice to find someone is still around here. I thought I was alone in being separated from the rest of the group. I'm Kevyn," he said, extending his hand to shake hers, "you might not recognize me from the bus since I mysteriously lost my glasses.... Not that I seem to need them anymore anyways."

For the first time in many, many years, Ichnel was stunned. Another dark one taking the path of light? He looked at the other dark elf, now noticing that his magick was that of water. Ichnel was even more surprised when Emmia, of all people started to speak in the dark language.

First humans, then another dark elf, and one of his friends being half Shalondian. If it weren't for Ichnel's extensive combat training, his knees would've given out by now from the shock.

Ichnel kept one eye trained on the other dark one and said," Lower your weapons, please. There is no need for violence here. Lower your fists," he said to one of the females, still retaining her stance.

"Yes Emmia, I know the dark language. It is taught to everyone in....Shalondia," Ichnel spat the name out like it tasted foul.

His focus was still retained on the dark elf before him. The stranger's hair was just as white and his skin just as dark as Ichnel's. Ichnel felt a mixture of hatred, confusion, and suprise. Ichnel supressed his feelings. Who knew? Maybe this elf before him was seeking a better life than the violent one of Shalondia. Ichnel could hardly fault him for that. Ichnel was a firm believer of second chances, even when it came to another dark elf.

Still...he kept his guard up. There was absolutely no such things as a defensless dark elf, Ichnel being no exception to that rule. Even if they removed the stranger's primary weapons, Ichnel had no doubt that he had several more hidden on his person.

"Vel'bol zhah dosst chaon ghil, olath dalninuk?"* Ichnel asked. Hearing a nervous shifting behind him, he added,"Also, if you don't mind, let us speak Common, so that all may understand."


((*= What is your business here, dark brother?))