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((Eh . . . Making introductions and getting what's going to happen in the story in order. Thought I'm sure we could have taken less time while going about it. Oh well, what happens happens.))

Isarelle took Meena by the reigns and pulled her along, walking behind the others excited to finally embark on the journey she had only dreamt about for the past months.

“At this rate we’ll be able to get across Soul’s River before sundown.” Garren’s voice sounded in her head, “I’m sure we should camp just on the other side so we have a water source. This will also make hunting easier.”

Isarelle nodded and looked to all the others in the group to relay the information, “Once we get to Souls River within the forest we will take up camp just on the other side. I’m sure that there is a spot commonly used by travelers for a camp near the water so we will rest there.”

Isarelle looked to everyone as they entered the forest and noticed that they were one short. Adencia wasn’t there. Glancing around quickly she heard a rustling in the trees. As she looked up she saw Adencia climbing through the branches, moving from one tree to the next.

“Do you always do that?” She asked, not trying to sound rude but merely wondering.

“Yes,” Adencia answered shortly, “And when we get into my homelands you will see why.”

Cerdik shivered at the mentioning of a storm. He both loved and hated them. The rain and the power of it all was truly awe-inspiring, but the rain and power were also the two most frightening factors for him. Chilled rain constantly pounding his frail body was the last thing he wished for. "Not again," he mumbled to himself as his thoughts began to drift. His gaze fell to Thorn's heels as they walked, simultaneously fretting and trying to calm himself about the whole storm.

A quick blowover, to be sure. It shan't belay the warmth long. But if it defies wishing? No, such a horrid impulse to contemplate. It MUST exist naught but briefly. It must. "It must," he murmured, and clenched his hands about the leather a little tighter. With a soft sigh, he lifted his head up again and looked about. It seemed all was in order for now, but in Cerdik's mind a storm was looming behind them quickly gaining speed. It seemed ready to bowl him over with its great winds and beat him with its chilling waters until he submitted to it. Every so often, he glanced over his shoulder to reassure himself that nature's beast was not creeping too close.

Tanyeera suddenly remembered a question she'd been wanting to ask Aranai and approached her. "Err... excuse me. I'm sorry if I'm being rude or invasive, but might I ask... the fire you produce and that radiates the heat from your skin... what kind of fire is it? Magefire, natural fire, or something else?" she cocked her brow inquisitively, truly wanting to know the answer to the question. If it wasn't magefire, she might not get burned by it...

((Yep, check Tanyeera's profile, its true. She can't be hurt by most natural elements. Can get seriously distracted by 'em though.))

((I had somthing I sorta wanted to do that would work best in a forest, but it is really no big deal even if I can't, if everyone else wants to go ahead I say it is fine!))

((No, no, it’s a personal character development thing, I don’t want to hold the rest of you up...

I got it, I can make it fit in traitors’ trail, we’ll probably be role-playing most of that anyways, I can work it in there!

Let’s move on for now...))

((I also need to wait for Aranai to answer Tanyeera's question.))

((Very well then we might as well do something...))
The area of the forest the party was passing through had become very overgrown, most of the plant life was trying to reclaim the path. On either side the trees and shrubs were incredibly thick and cast many shadows limiting the vision of the travelers. Suddenly Kayoe came to an abrupt stop, and looked around.
“I’m going to scout ahead,” said the cursed half-elf. Before anyone could offer to come with him he ran farther along the path. It wasn’t long before the trees thinned out a bit and he came into a clearing. He stood in the middle of it for a moment and then drew his blade.

There was the clash of metal on metal, and as the two swords met, so did Kayoe’s eyes meet those of his attacker. The battle became a kind of dance, each move gracefully flowing into the next, the difference between offensive and defensive moves was practically indistinguishable. Both bodies moved with such an elegance, that the only explanation was that those flashes of silver had to simply be extensions of their body.

The aggressor was a female, with pointed ears sticking out of her light-golden hair. Her moon-pale skin seemed to almost glow with a non-existent light. The way she moved, held herself, and even existed seemed to give off a great love of life. And then it happened, a small break in the dance. The girl only seemed to be off by a faction of a beat, but it was all it took. Her sword, that had just a moment ago been a part of her, was a few feet away. And she was on the ground with the tip of Merinas’ sword against her neck. Kayoe looked down at her and gave a triumphant smile.
“Well met, Zera.”
((I’m not going to exclude people, feel free to catch up to me at any time...))