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Bread? FOOD! Ignoring the pessimistic voice in the back of his head, who was going on about how the bread could be poisoned, he stumbled over to where Healer and Hood were and eagerly took his piece and scoffed half of it down, choking slightly and staring at the remaining half, eyes widening with surprise and-scarily enough- wonder.

"I've never had...such soft, delicious bread before in my life! The smoothness! The texture! Some other word to its awesomeness!" Tears of joy and manliness trailed down his cheeks as he began-oddly enough- worshipping Healer and saying things such as "Oh you kind, kind beautiful woman! Thank you, THANK YOU!"

The Hood (sounds like a...hero? Yes that's what she had called them...) had summoned his ******** magic- and was playing around with it. He had said something in some sort of language, -like hell he'd know, he wasn't bilingual- and was probably watching this odd display bemusedly.

This odd worshiping behavior came to a screeching halt however, when he noticed the absence of the Leader. s**t. He had spent to much time following the suspicious- now potential hero- Hood, who he had thought was keeping an eye on her. Had he lost sight of her, noticed Healer -another possible hero- and sat down with her, hoping Leader would come by later like those lost kids did back at home?

Maybe.

His chewing became much slower, not only because the bread was starting to become a b***h to swallow, but his sudden remembrance of his old home. It was like someone was trying to add in extra lines to fit in with the sizes of everyone else's so he wasn't the odd one out.

He shook his head firmly. Such thinking was so out of character for him. Besides, the old man was probably dead now and the other one was probably out protecting people from guys like...well him.

He shook his head, a strange feeling of satisfaction flowing through him as he scanned the room. If anyone here could read his mind (They were elves, they could probably do something like that) they would probably be confused as hell.

"Character development for the win" he mumbled through a mouth full of bread.


(Yes, there is going to be some stupid story behind Falconer here now. I've got it in my head somewhere behind all the porn. They'll be bits and pieces of it being "recalled" throughout this RP. And I had the smallest amount written about my background!

HA! In other news, I'm getting my character a ******** spear. Sometime soon.)

Fal sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "There will have to be a council meeting. You all will have to explain these spawn and-."

"No." Fal turned and looked at his Hawk in amazement as he continued to protest, "There is no need. If this paltry group of fighters can defeat one of them, then our village is fine."

Furious, Silver stood up on weakened legs. "And what kind of figher do you take me for?" she demanded of the male elf. "If I remember right, I kicked you all over the practice fields growing up, when I still couldn't control my leg. How do you think you would fair now?"

"Is that a challange?" Fal asked. Silver paused and looked at him unsurely. "Silver, as a Hawk your word on a threat is more valued than as a Lark." Sighing, Silver couldn't help but nod her head and accept her own challange. Fal nodded and turned to leave, saying over his shoulder, "Then we will see you at the practice fields in the morning. Should you defeat Black Hawk, you will become a Hawk yourself and be put in charge of protecting the village from the spawn." Sighing, he turned and left the house, expecting his Hawk to follow him.

Black, however, had his own thoughts, and put on a show of steadying her by grabbing her elbow and invading her personal space to whisper in her ear, "I am not a weakling like your little friend, whore." His eyes locked on Seraphis so she would know who he spoke of when she turned to look at him with wide eyes. "I will gladly send you to Isolde and back, then insure that you can never return to this village." Practically pushing her away, he turned and followed his leader out.

Silver managed to grab the sofa on her way down, keeping her at least partly up, though her legs crumbled underneath her. She glared at the now closed door. "I can't figure out what I ever did to him..." she muttered, letting out a puff of air to get a strand of hair out of her face. Her and Black Cr-Hawk, she corrected herself, had never gotten along, since their respective name days. As he had gotten older, he had gotten nastier to her. It had never made any sense.

Leon was already slightly intoxicated. Through the exchange he had had quite a few drinks and his vision was only slightly blurred. He then tipped the jug back and nothing came out. He looked into the black depths of the jug and sighed as he saw that the thing was empty. Luckily for this "Hawk" person, Leon had been too busy contemplating the bottom of his bottle to go and defend his friend's honor.

As the people left, he sighed as he saw the look on Seraphis' face. "You, my mage friend, are obviously not used to the art of a duel for title. No outside spells are allowed, and sometimes, not even during the fight. Aside for a lack of following the rules, it is considered rude. So after the duel is when I would recommend you do something, if that is indeed necessary." he said, getting up and stretching, letting the strong alcohol flow through his body. "Silver, I have two suggestions. First, up your protection. You have one body guard that is always with you. I was around long enough to see him. I would suggest adding Seraphis to that count. Not only that, but I would be happy to help with your protection, which leads me to my next suggestion. I would like to train you, tonight. I know you're tired, which is the perfect time to train. I may be no good against spawn, but give me something that bleeds blood, and I reasonably sure that I can kill it, and I'm reasonably sure that I can teach you, that is, if you feel it is necessary." he said as he shook off the drops of water left in his fur from the melted ice. "I'll make sure that you sleep enough to fight well tomorrow either way. I know a thing or two about herbs. They tend, I know just the one to half the necessary time of sleep."

"Very well, it is your choice. Later I could probably teach you how to actually use your bad leg to fight. But not even I can do that in a night, and you do need to be mobile tomorrow. I'm going to go check on Blade. I'm guessing she's at the temple. I'll be back soon, I just want to see how badly she injured herself this time." he said as he hooked his now empty and corked jug on his belt and grabbing his naginata from the hall. "See you in an hour or so." he said as he exited the house. The rubble was still strewn all over the place and the villagers still worked tirelessly in the twilight of evening. The magical lights had been recreated and a few torches could also be seen. In the back of his mind, Leon wondered if the bar or tavern of whatever these people had that served alcohol was still alright. He began his way towards the temple.

Shrugging in response to Healer's question, he got up, shoved the rest of the bread into his mouth and walked out the large temple door, hands in his pockets as he surveyed the damage the Spawn had done to the village.

Puddles of water and melting ice were still around. Attempting to dry his T-shirt and failing, he put the stupid wet thing back on and walked down the stairs towards the general direction of Sword's house...Silver? He shrugged and continued on.

Some time later, after popping up several times in the wrong houses and scaring several Elven Children. One time, a pair of elves shoved passed him, one looking pissed as hell, following another slightly familiar looking elf. He put it off as a simple "all elves look the same" and continued on, arriving at the house of Sword's, knocking on the door patiently and waiting, shivering and grumbling about the coldness of the place.

"I'm going to get a ******** cold at this rate."

(Most uninspired post ever in the history of Mental Productions. Seriously)

Laquemil pointed in the direction Blade was taken and she nodded, bowing to him slightly. She walked in that direction, carefully maneuvering around everyone in the temple. Some elves had left but others still remained, whether they were still frightened from the Spawn’s appearance or their homes were destroyed.

She kept walking until she came to a cleared corner of the temple. Well it clearer than the rest of the temple but it help Blade and several other healers. The other woman was asleep and there were two healers around her. One was checking her bandages and rewrapping those that needed changing. The other was trying to use their magic to mend some more of the cuts but so far hadn’t made any progress.

“It’s not going to work. Her body is…resistant most magics.” Doina said as she came over.

She looked down at Blade and looked over the work the other elves did. They did a good job, they had wiped clean the blood and had stripped Blade of her ruined dress. She covered with blankets to keep her warm and hide her exposed top.

“Make sure to keep her warm and keep her away from the light until she wakes up.” she told them, remembering Laquemil’s words.

She looked after Blade for a few more minutes. What was in store for them now? They would probably stay for a few more days, the heal, explain everything to the village and help with damage control maybe. Would Silver stay with them when they left? This was her home after all. And if Silver decided to stay Doina was sure Seraphris would stay with her….

‘I don’t mean to think selfishly but I hope that she doesn’t decide to stay. We need both her and Seraphris for the other Spawn.’

Excusing herself she walked back towards where Laquemil was. She was going to see if the white mage was still there. Then she was going to head to Silver’s house and change and get a change of clothes for Blade.

Laquemil was still in the same spot, head bent over, in his own way of sleep. He could sense the various auras of life in the room and was already starting to feel claustrophobic. Normally he could last at least a couple of hours in a place like this, but the people were unfamiliar to him and his lack of energy made him feel more vulnerable than usual.

Then, a familiar presence was making its way over to him. It was Doina. He opened his eyes, slowly, and lifted his head up just in time to see the bottom of her ripped dress come into view. '' It really did look like a nice dress, but with that rip... well, with those types of clothing and material it would be nearly impossible to repair. Unless Doina somehow managed to find a seamstress who used magic. Those, however, were usually very rare and very expensive. With the costs that they ran it would probably be better just to buy a new dress entirely, unless it was especially important.

"" Laquemil stated once Doina was close enough, lifting his head up just enough for her to probably see his lips and maybe the bottom of his nose. "" Even though his efforts to keep her as healthy as possibly was probably ironic and maybe even cruel, he had to do it. How could he call himself a white mage and not help her? It would be... there wasn't even a word to describe it. ""

Leon was shaken from his somber thoughts at a familiar voice calling his name. "Doina! I was just going to go see if you were alright. Silver is preparing sleeping arrangements before going to bed herself. It sounds like she has a duel tomorrow morning. It's a pity, but some people here don't seem to be very fond of her at the moment. These people seem to think the spawn are just a bed time story. How is Blade faring?" he said, all he wanted to talk about out there in a rush of words. He was feeling a little better, he just hoped that Doina didn't mention the fight.