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He quirked an eyebrow at the woman who appeared. He had never heard of this place. 'Rosewood Manor' did she call it? He just simply did a mental shrug. "You could say I was drawn here. But all I did was follow an image of someone I once knew." He looked at her, being quite serious. "But first I have some questions for you. What did you do to bring such an image? And why did you do it?" He asked her.

She looked at the creature more closely and noticed that it had a rather transparent quality to it. It was the most riddling thing she had ever seen. She pulled the arrow back in her bow thinking it looks like a ghost. Let’s see if its transparency gives it viscosity.
She pulled the arrow back some more and let it fly. It hit the animal right in the chest but the creature never even moved. Adencia’s mouth hung open as she watched the animal turn around and trot away from her with the arrow still lodged in its torso.
“Hey!” she shouted, “Come back! You still have my arrow!” she began to run after the strange animal and it quickened its pace.
“No! Stop you stupid, dumb…thing. I need that arrow!”
The creature continued to run and every time Adencia sped up or slowed down, the creature would as well. Adencia, feeling fed up, stopped and closed her eyes. She concentrated on one thought…Pour devenir félin...
She slowly felt her features changing as she dropped down to all fours. The next time she opened her eyes she was a large cat. The creature in front of her froze and in one mighty leap she was on top of it. That’s when everything changed. The creature seemed to melt away, changing into a bright orb. The orb floated away quickly. Adencia took her arrow up in her teeth and chased after it tirelessly. She ran forever taking swift turns, splashing through creeks, and climbing up trees. At last the orb stopped in front of a wall of ivy. Adencia changed back to her human form and watched the orb float through the ivy. She followed, parting the heavy green curtain. What she saw next made her gasp.
She was standing in a large clearing with a mansion towering in the middle of it. She took a few steps closer and saw a woman standing in the main doorway to the mansion, talking to someone. Once again curious, she began walking towards the woman ad her guest, hoping to get some answers.

Gaian Username: Trimley
Name: Cerdik
Age: 19
Curse: Cerdik has been cursed physically. His growth is stunted, and his body is abnormally frail and skinny. He tires quickly, and can have trouble breathing for seemingly no reason at random times. He is often trembling, sometimes because he is cold and others because he is simply unsteady. The only positive side to all this is that he has become more agile and nimble.
Weapon(s): Basic magic skills
Appearance: Cerdik stands at a mere 5'3" and 85 lbs. He's skinny, frail, and with little muscle on his bones. His hair is dark brown, and his bangs drop just beyond his eyebrows. Cerdik dresses himself plainly, wearing naught but a pair of boots, baggy trousers, and a long-sleeved tunic over a short-sleeved tunic. All of it is well-worn, the clothing has its share of tears, and the boots are scuffed all over. He wears two layers in an attempt to keep his small body warm. At all times, he carries a leather-bound book with him.
History: He was cursed at the ripe age of eight, and quickly adapted to his life in a colder, heavier, larger world. He steadily grew apart from other kids his age as they went on to become skilled craftsmen and knights and such. Cerdik, however, was left nothing but the amazing skill to read. Over time, he began to teach himself magic. He continues to try and learn, despite his lack of a proper teacher.
Strengths: Defensive magic
Weaknesses: He has trouble putting his ideas into words, stutters often, and fails to maintain eye-contact for more than two seconds.
Quirks: He can be very spacey and distant from reality, as he is accustomed to being to himself, reading and practicing. Interacting with others has steadily become an issue, but he does his best. Cerdik is most often found reading, or mumbling to himself and paying very little attention to his surroundings, yet somehow always manages to see and hear all that goes on around him.

Adencia was startled to see the woman tackle the man in front of her in a bear hug. She was even more startled to see the woman get up then run towards her. At first she took defensive stance then thought better of it. The woman did not seem dangerous; she actually was a welcoming sight. Adencia hadn’t had any contact from an intelligent life form since she left her village. The woman reached her and stood breathlessly before her, sizing her up. She let a big smile spread across her face then she jumped on her in a bear hug much the same to the one she had given the man. Adencia let out a strangled cry as she hit the ground with a hard thud.
She struggled to get a breath as she gasped, “You’re…crushing…me!”
The woman rolled off of her and helped her up.

Isarelle let out a content sigh as she regained stature with her last mauled guest, but squealed again as she caught the sights of her next. Unfortunately for Tala, the young lady's tackling extravaganza continued.

"Yay! Another guest! Ahh, and your voice is so pretty! I made you run? I apologize! I suppose I need to work on my magic after all! I didn't want to make anyone feel like they had to chase the summons, one should be able to come at their own pace right? But I am glad you're here!!"

An extra squeeze was granted at her last sentence, and at this point Garren believed that he had to make a comment within his sister's mind.

"Isa, you need to stop tackling people and start addressing why you called them here. If you don't, they'll leave...and just think of you as some crazy nutcase for the rest of their lives."

Growling at how her brother wished to be a damper upon her joy, she scoffed rather loudly as she bolted upwards.

"SHUT UP, GARREN!"

Blinking after her outburst, she realized that no one else could have heard what he said- so she had basically scorned at random. Oh, dear. Coughing into her hand, she laughed nervously as she turned towards the assembly. And remembering her tacklee, helped her up with much embarassment.

"...Ah. I'm, sorry. I didn't mean to startle any of you. I just get a little- zany, when I'm excited."

With a small smile, she bowed her head in a gracious manner.

"My name is Isarelle D'Amarante. And you would not have come to this place unless you were cursed by magic, just like my brother and myself."

Glancing down at the pocketwatch on her left side, her eyes stretched slightly as she learned of the time. Who they will meet in about ten minutes, she thought to herself. She would have to explain as much as she could quickly, before the words were out of her own control.

"If I could indulge you in what I have to say; there is much to discuss. It is of a way for our curses to be forever lifted from our lives."

Crossing her hands in front of her, she now stood like a perfect lady- composing herself to express her sincerity of the matter, as was also reflected in the gentle longing in her amber eyes.

Her smile brightened as she turned her head towards the man, bringing her crossed hands up to her chin in a honest way to express her optimism.

"Oh, that's just it though. For years myself, I have combed every magic book I could get my hands on to try and decipher through the intricate mysteries of curses and their unraveling. I analyzed theorems, studied the extensive mystical histories, and tested any variation of spell I thought could work. Even if I had access to all of the books of magic in Vicecorya, I do not think I could have found an answer even close to par with the one that I have."

Stepping a bit closer to her audience, she lowered her hands with as much dramatic emphasis as the tears welling up in her eyes from such hope that she could also share with this assembly.

"Divine Intervention."

Glancing to the lady elf, she blinked with a bit of confusion until she realized that she didn't clarify her statement. Wiping at her eye to send away any loose moisture, Isarelle softly smiled and continued.

"No, no...there's no need to find her. I already have. In ancient times of our land, there were mighty gods and goddesses that ruled over many things. One such goddess will be our savior, Bellaream of Miracles. I found knowledge of her in a very old text that was buried among lost articles that belonged to my father. Since no magic can cure the cursed, I went on a limb of hope to beseech for celestial assistance. It took me a month to finally contact her, but she told me her story and I of my brother and myself. Now all that needs to be done is to quest for the crystal she has blessed to help us, and then we can be free from our misfortunes and the lovely goddess herself may regain good standing with the people. Yet, Bellaream did not just want Garren and me to go alone- she rather insisted that we form a party, so that many can be cured at once. That is why I...sent my summons. In short, I am humbly imploring that you would join us on our quest- because it would be for the benefit of yourselves as well."

Deciding that she had spoken her word, she let her arms rest behind her back and looked eagerly upon the group for their reactions. Would they be sold? Or was it time to whimper and puppy-pout? Isarelle was determined to keep these fine people now that they had come, and hopefully not scare them away. Speaking of startling though, with a confirmation of her pocketwatch's time, it was about time for them to meet her brother. Would they react as any normal person would? Or might a cursed kindred understand...?