Elementals: The Return of Kayarost (IC, Sign-up ONLY)

[Constaniana]

OOC/Signup Thread

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Haventown was nice, tranquil place, with a population of 19,000. A clear, sparkling river ran through its centre, and a elegant old stone viaduct towered over the river Knarestanid. Located in a valley formed in the mouth of a massive, ancient volcano that had died millennia ago, it had been spared the full wrath of the Final Daemon War, due to its mighty natural barriers. The townspeople lived perfectly ordinary lives, just anyone living in a peaceful, picturesque town like it would. And what better place to start off a story? A story about good and evil, love and hate, friendship and betrayal, destruction and renewal, the return of the Daemons and the Elementals, and the unlikeliest of heroes saving the world....

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Haventown, south of the Albras Mountain Range

Aldraniri Alsvidster watched the seconds tick by on the clock as he waited for his last class of the day to end. He had finished his history exam more than thirty minutes ago, and had to sit and wait for the rest of his classmates to finish the last test of the school year. He felt more impatient to leave school than he ever had. After all, it was his last day he had to go there, since the next two years of high school were optional and more intended for students intending to pursue university and a degree. Finally, the bell rang. Aldraniri sprang out of his seat, quickly grabbing his bag and running out of the classroom.

"Yeah, I finally graduated! Woohoo!" Aldraniri yelled, bursting out of the school front doors, feeling invigorated as he breathed the pristine, clear air of Haventown.

"Gosh, Aldraniri, settle down a little," said a blonde girl opening the door after Aldraniri. "Can you imagine how mad the Headmaster would be if you broke the glass in the doors again?" She chided, before laughing a bit.

"Mizumi, that only happened once," Aldraniri grumbled. The blonde girl crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at the red-headed boy. "Or five or ten times. But who's counting?" He muttered the last part under his breath.

"I sure am," Mizumi replied, smirking at her friend.

"How do you always hear the stuff I say?" Aldraniri asked, leaning against one of the massive old oak trees in front of the school, looking up at the red squirrel clinging to one of the sturdy mature branches.

Mizumi laughed again. "I've known you since we were little kids and you moved in two houses down from mine, of course I knew you would say something like that," the girl replied, before beginning to walk away from the school. "Come on Aldraniri, let's go," Aldraniri nodded, and followed Mizumi down the path that went from the school into the more busy parts of Haventown that were closer to the river Knarestanid. As the two teenagers walked Aldraniri bought a sausage roll from one of the street vendors and began wolfing it down. "Do you ever stop eating?" Mizumi said light-heartedly.

"Yesch I do. Ish cawed schweeping," Aldraniri replied, his mouth still full with bits of bread and meat. He swallowed his food, and spoke again. "And I didn't eat the whole time I had to sit their and wait for everyone else in my class to finish their exams. Bunch of slowpokes. How could they take that long answering the essay question on the economic effects of Iron Baron Daenthon Titanskarr's campaign against Daemon Prince Ryalons in the year 894?"

Mizumi burst out laughing again. "Sheesh, Aldry, we're not all history nuts like you." Aldraniri scowled as Mizumi continued laughing. "But, I agree, it only took me ten minutes to fill up the whole page with my answer,"

"Ha, it only took me eight and a half!" Aldraniri said, grinning with pride and buying a piece of cake from another street vendor. The two teenagers walked down New Markaet Street, which was even busier today than usual.

Market Day always brought in a mass of travelling merchants and travellers, and today there seemed to be even more people in town than usual. The multiple bakeries were all cooking away, their chimneys releasing smoke that seemed to carry the scent of the bread, rolls and confections with them. The blacksmith Ysdau has hammering away crafting yet another impressive broadsword to sell, although only wealthy knights could afford Ysdau's high-quality masterpiece blades. Travelling traders brought in their foreign wares, directing interested customers to their caravans parked outside the walls of Haventown, which had been craved out of a long-extinct volcano. Aldraniri and Mizumi came to the Centre Markaet Square, which had even more people in it. Mizumi looked around at all the different people and shops, wondering about whether she should buy something for herself as a little present for finishing another year of school. She looked back at Aldraniri, who had another sausage roll in his mouth.

"How did you get that?" the girl asked with exasperation. Honestly, sometimes I really do think Aldraniri eats all day. I bet he snuck in some jelly babies during his exams, too.. Mizumi thought, although it was more in a joking manner than a serious suspicion.

"I bought it while you were gazing around at all the stuff here. Come on, let's find something to do," Aldraniri replied.

[Olthar]

A beautiful girl with silvery hair was standing in the middle of the Haventown marketplace, wearing nothing but her leather undergarments and holding a rather large animal skin bag in her left hand with a set of clothes sticking out of the side as if they had been crudely shoved in. She was standing almost completely motionless, staring at the fountain as it shot water up into the air. She had been standing there like that for almost ten minutes.

Curious, the girl by the name of Rebecca thought to herself, What is the purpose of this device? Where does the water come from? How does it work?

As if she had been frozen in place, the girl continued standing there, watching the fountain with almost unblinking eyes.

[Ceannairceach]

Loralee's Tent,
Haventown Market

A female of the human species sat alone in a strange, gaudy tent of many colors, none complementary in placement, her hair falling across her face as she toyed with her intstruements. In her hands were simple items; A full balloon, a scarf, and a simple glass bulb. She was, in a strange manner, rubbing the balloon with the scarf, her tongue ever so sticking out of the corner of her mouth as she did so, not in the least concerned with the strangeness of the scene. Finally, after roughly a minute of the absurd rubbing, she let go of the scarf and took the balloon by its tied-off end, and, guiding it to the bulb, produced a arc of electricity both simple and beautiful.

This female was the entertainer known as Loralee Eolande, "magician" of the Silvan Circus.

Loralee was a grown girl or young woman, depending on one's definition, but appeared, for all intents and purposes, more grown than young, in no small part thanks to the clothing she wore; A revealing ensemble of a copper vest and shorts, with a crimson and blood half-skirt resting on her hips and tinges of purple accenting her boots and gloves, matching her dyed hair and other accessories. She was tattooed with the designs of her culture, wrapping around her arms and artistically following the contours of her body as they led to her navel.

She was, as mentioned, a magician of sorts, though an amateur one at best in most fields. She could make fireballs and juggle them, and she could show off some electrical charge tricks, but other than that her skills were largely sleight of hand, simply tricks of the eye that made her actions seem to be magical or mysterious. If one watched and followed her actual movements as apposed to where she led you, a trained eye could easily call her out as a fraud.

But to do so would ruin the fun. She was, after all, an entertainer; One had to suspend their disbelief for at least moment to enjoy themselves in her presence.

Her trick tested, she stepped out of her tent, her hair falling into its normal place on one side of her head, the other side protected by a half-coronet, ready to greet Haventown. She and a select few other performers from the Silvan Circus, a traveling troupe of carnies, who were low-key enough to be allowed within the city were allowed to perform in the market, advertising for the larger caravan show that existed just outside the city walls. During the larger show, she was a extra in the acrobatic performances, and an assistant to the elemental performers. It was only in times like these, when she was a living ad for the larger show, that she had a stage of her own. Which she could only love.

Cupping her hands and shouting, she began to call the target audience of youngsters to her tent, demanding their attention to her performance. "Come one and come all to see the Great Loralee, elemental magician extraordinaire! From bending metal to juggling fire, I can do it all! And it's just a taste of what you'll see at the Silvan Circus, showing just outside the city walls!"

Loralee produced three "fireballs" from her pocket, and lighting them quickly with a match struck against a hidden piece of flint, she lit the balls and began to juggle. In truth, they were pieces of cloth doused in flammable liquid that were not so hot that, if held, they could burn. But they looked exquisite; It a staple of the carnival industry.

As she danced around, juggling the three balls in her hands while hopping from leg to leg and throwing them in reverse and behind her back amongst other things, she continued her advertisement, calling attention to the once-in-a-lifetime chance to see real elemental magic before one's very eyes.

[Benutanairan]

"Haventown, arrival of the demon in a mans form"
May, Late spring

In the distance the sun crawled as its light shone upon someone who for all intents and purposes should have been dead, sacrificed as a casualty to the prince of darkness Tenaembra as part of a foolish deal. However the Wind Goddess Aewiallia had shown mercy on him and slew those who attempted to harm him and he became her Herald. Spreader of the message of salvation, spreader of the messenger of the wind. Some time ago he picked up a stray dog by the long roads during his travel, the dog itself is a Dachshund it has proven useful in scavenging for food outside the temples, the dogs name is Aeros in honor of someone he once knew. Upon assumption you might think this person had a hard life from head to toe bandages were wrapped everywhere criss-crossing everything except the mouth slit and his one remaining eye- his right eye and it was enhanced by a monocle a gift from a fire sage from another land. He was cloaked by his priestly vestments which noted him of service to the wind god because of their grey colors. He happened upon a sign labeled

"Welcome to Haven-town, please enjoy your stay"

" Haven-town I've heard of this place, once a barrier during the Great war it served as the main flow of refugees and others during the great evacuations." he happened to hear of it by a migrant who came to Risollo a town which memories pained him. The man grabbed out his staff and continued walking faster as his dog picked up pace. It wasn't long before he entered the exterior of the town that the whispers began filling the air

"look at that freak" one man said

"Whats the Demon of Risollo doing here in are town" a woman whispered

" Is he here to convert others or teach us a lesson like he did Risollo, damn that demon" another women whispered.

He almost made his way to the market after minutes of walking before a rock almost smashed into his face, he was alert enough to use a small burst of wind to send it the other way

a small surprise came from the man " The demon priest is an elemental no wonder he was able to slaughter all those people"

suddenly a tick of anger entered Branston's mind " You would be wise to leave me alone, I am on official business in service of the wind Goddess"

the man gulped getting out of his way as he continued walking on, he eventually made it to the central market and noticed a crowd of people paying attention to a tent and soon they began noticing him and the whispering began again eventually as he stopped to rest a child blurted out " look mommy its the Demon priest" and that gathered the attention of others just as they began clearing away from him out of a sign of fear. He laid down his back sack and sat down with his dog Aeros within clear seeing distance of the tent he clasped his hands and muttered a prayer before laying out something that looked like paste, it in reality was food.

A mixture of herbs and rice paste he bought off a nature sage, he consumed amounts of it daily in keeping with his vows of poverty it served as a common specialty among those in service of the priest hood.

His eating time was short lived as as series of rocks bashed against him followed by the venomous word " Demon priest!!!" he looked to see a group of teenagers before him, he whispered " Wind Goddess have favor of them for they know not what they do"

he then stood up and grabbed his staff and raised brought it harshly down on the lead teenagers head and it bounced back up as he clasped his head in pain. He grabbed the staff and pointed at the teenager saying " In the name of Aewiallia, what in the Gods do you want, I am a poor old priest faithfully serving the Gods, not a monster!"

[Constaniana]

Mizumi was looking at a stand selling jewellery from the distant kingdom of Halvefor, grinning as she thought about which one to buy. "Aldraniri, which one do you think I should get?" Mizumi inquired of her friend, holding up several of the necklaces. "This pearl one with the nice big emerald in the centre, this silver one with these cool little Ice runes on it, or this one?" The last necklace she held up was a beautiful gold necklace studded with small sapphires along the whole length of the chain, with one large sapphire in the middle, delicately cut into the shape of a drop of rain. She grinned at him as she posed a little with the necklace around her neck. "Well, what do you think?" She asked hopefully, expecting a heap of praise and compliments.

Aldraniri looked at Mizumi, putting his hand over his chin and mouth thoughtfully for a moment. "You look just fine without any of them. Besides, they're all way too expensive; How would you afford any of them?"

"Couldn't you just use the money you spend on snacks to buy it for me?" Mizumi said, putting the first two necklaces back on their stands.

"Mizumi, are you nuts?" Aldraniri said, chomping into a leg of fried chicken.

"Where did you get that meat?!?" Mizumi cried, exasperated, before turning and putting the sapphire necklace back as well. "I guess you're right though," Mizumi pouted, before smiling again. "But thanks for the compliment anyways,"

"You're welcome," Aldraniri replied, blushing noticeably and scratching the back of his head a little nervously. However, any further conversation between the two teenagers was interrupted when the Demon Priest came into the Square.

"See, he's a monster! Hitting poor innocent children!" The lead teenager cried, clutching his head in pain.

"Oh, shut up Darris, unless you want someone to actually put some hurt on you!" Aldraniri said, walking over towards the other teenagers.

"Yeah right, you little red-headed bastard, Why don't you go run home to your mummy and daddy and stick your nose in some more lame history books? Oh wait, that's right! You don't have parents! You just have that lame stonemason Magnus!" Darris jeered, his thugs chiming in their agreement.

"Hey, Darris, check out that ripe melon," one of the other teenagers abusing the Demon Priest said, pointing to the girl wearing only her underwear beside the fountain. Darris slicked his black hair back and began walking over to the girl nonchalantly, when Aldraniri landed a kick at the boy's backside, knocking him down, before picking Darris up and tossing him into the fountain, which splashed water everywhere.

"Next time keep your mouth shut about my parents, you thick-headed asswipe," Aldraniri said, dusting his hands off. Mizumi facepalmed, sighing yet again.

"There he goes again..." She muttered, before the tent with the magician woman in it caught her eye. The girl walked over to it, looking interested in the tricks the strange woman running it was performing.

[Olthar]

So it is a communal bath, Rebecca thought as she saw someone fall into the fountain, That would make sense... Actually, I could use a bath right now.

Finally moving for the first time in almost fifteen minutes, the girl put down her back and sat down on the ground next to it, slowly and methodically digging through its contents. Eventually, she found what she was looking for: a bar of soap. Walking over to the fountain, Rebecca put the soap down on the edge of the fountain and stared at it for about twenty seconds before she began taking her bra off.

[Constaniana]

Darris groggily rose from the fountain, getting to his feet. "Get back here you little runt, I'm not done with you ye-" Darris stopped talking at once upon realizing that the hot girl was now taking her clothes off. This must be my lucky day! the arrogant young man thought.

"Take this, you pervy ass-wipe!" Aldraniri yelled, landing a flying kick at the side of Darris's head, knocking him back into the water. Darris got back up, swinging his fist at Aldraniri, who dodged it easily, before punching Darris in the face. The two continued fighting inside the fountain, with Darris sneaking glances at Rebecca's chest in between trying to punch Aldraniri and avoid his punches.

[Olthar]

After removing her undergarments, Rebecca stood completely naked in the middle of the market square. She then proceeded inside the fountain. Picking up her bar of soap, she began lathering up, glancing at the two boys every now and then.

These Southerners are quite bizarre. Why are they bathing with their clothes on? And why are they trying to wash each other in such a violent manner? It almost looks like they're fighting...

Rebecca suddenly stopped what she was doing and stared blankly into space, realization hitting her like a polar bear's claw across the face.

Well, don't I feel silly now. Oh well, I might as well finish. I've already started.

The girl then continued bathing, quietly humming a tune from her village.

[Benutanairan]

Branston sighs " How is I get myself into this messes" as he takes his fingers and puts them on the top of his nose and pressures it " Good its not Broken, I was going to thank the boy but he is still finishing off the uninvited guest, should I go over and stop them Aeros?" the Dachshund barks happily " I take that as a yes then?" he silently nods grabbing his stuff and putting he up he heads towards the fountain and waits for a minute. He starts tapping his staff on the ground in a manneristic behavior suddenly as the final tap is heard a massive gust of of violent wind encompasses the individuals in the fountain and continues violently circling for a minute before it stops completely.

" I think its quite enough of the brawling good sir" as he slowly claps and bust out laughing " What is your name, for someone with such a fiery spirit?"

as he clasped something of a ball in his hand causing the dog to furiously jump and grab it.

He then turned to the women in the fountain " Mam I suggest finishing up here"

[Zarkenis Ultima]

In Centre Market Square, there was a respected food locale. On Market Day, it was usually busy, but they generally had enough staff at the place to keep up with the food demands of the people visiting to get some quality meals.

This was not an usual day.

Currently, the cooks were doing their job frantically and the waiters were rushing from one place to the other. Around one of the tables, there was a large group of strong-looking young men and women, along with one old guy, all wearing similar clothes that looked like a uniform of some sorts, save for the aformenetioned old guy. Now, the reason that the staff was so busy was not the group itself. It was a young woman that formed part of the group and was currently downing her seventh plate of food.

Well, she was already done, actually.

"Dad, can I get another?" Was the first thing she asked after looking up from her plate, looking expectantly at the old man.

"Yeah, sure. You did win again." The old man said with a dismissing gesture. The waiter next to them sighed loudly.

"Yes!" The girl said triumphantly, and then looked at the waiter, who instantly knew what to do. Meanwhile, the rest of the people were either eating, giving her looks of amusement, or simply talking. One of them, a man who sat next to the old one, looked at him and spoke.

"Master Kain, how much of the school's money do you spend on food?" He asked, which prompted the old man, Kain Tyraniel, to look at his disciple. One of his disciples, actually. You see, the reason that all of them were wearing uniforms and were all together was that Kain Tyraniel, member of an ancient lineage of powerful fighters, was the proud owner of a martial arts school in Haventown, and all of these young men and women were his disciples, including Ariel, his daughter, the girl who was downing her number eight plate of food currently, and also the undefeated champion of the school and self-proclaimed strongest person in the world, though that last bit didn't mean much.

"Eh, one third, I think." Kain replied with a shrug.

"And out of that, how much goes to her?" The man asked, pointing at Ariel, who simply gave him a blank stare before going back to her food. Kain shrugged again.

"Hrm... Two thirds of that, I guess." He said, obviously not excessively caring about that. The money had been enough thus far, so screw it, why worry? The disciple obviously did not share this opinion and simply shook his head before going back to his food.

A while later, after her twelfth plate, Ariel was done, and so were her fellow disciples. They all left the locale alone, much to the relief of the people who worked there.

"Hey, Master, why do you always give her the unholy ammount of food she consumes?" The same disciple from before asked. Kain just shrugged yet again.

"Leave her be, Lyle, she spends a lot of energy on her training and she did win the last tournament." The old man said.

"Narrowly!" One of the disciples complained. At this point, Ariel, who had up until then not bothered to talk (She was used to these kinds of discussions and ignored them entirely), turned around and crossed her arms.

"Oh, really? Because if I remember correctly, these 'greedy hands', your body and the floor all helped me break a few records." She said, raising her eyebrows at the disciple who had spoken up, smiling smugly as she did so.

"Ariel, don't brag." Kain said, while still walking forward, not bothering to stop just because of the little scene.

"Oh, but I was just stating the facts!" Ariel said, still smiling as she continued walking. Kain sighed.

"Child, we both know that's not true." He said.

"True." Ariel replied, now grinning. Then something caught her attention. "Oooh!" She said as she split off from the group and went to watch the performance of the magician of the Silvan Circus, Loralee Eolande. This magic thing looked like it could be interesting, so she figured that it wouldn't hurt to stay and watch a bit. After all, it looked good so far. The fireball trick was rather nice.

Kain and the others simply watched her go away. Well, the disciples did. Kain simply kept walking.

"And she's twenty?" One of them asked. Kain yawned.

"Yes, yes, she was born twenty years ago. Her mind getting caught somewhere down the line is an entirely different matter." He said.

"At least all that food goes to the right places." One disciple said.

"Her muscles?" Another asked.

"...Yeah, let's go with that." The first said, and then many laughed. Another looked indignated.

"It's the Master's daughter you're talking about, guys." He said.

And then Kain laughed. "Indeed. I can only be thankful that her mother was like that too!" He said. Then everyone laughed. Then for the first time something halted Kain's inexorable pace. What was it? Simple: There was a naked chick on the fountain.

[Videssos]

Coltaine Jal'keth,
Haventown Market


Whilst an array of far less noticeable individuals made their way from place to place in this district of city, a tall, golden haired young man considered what he would do for the day. A breeze made the edges of his elaborately decorated, blue linen cloak flutter for a moment, before they settled again. In places where the cloak did not conceal it; ornate, pale armour glinted in the sunlight. Coltaine had been a resident of this town for about a month and a bit now, having a couple of elaborate rooms to himself in one of the more expensive inns in town, namely The Golden Pony.

Coltaine had never lacked in the monetary department, and using his skill with a blade to earn more money had given him yet more. By now, most of the populace had become accustomed to his unusual attire. Of course, some days, he did wear less militaristic clothing, but it helped to scare off anyone with intentions of mugging him, not to mention robbing anyone else in his general vicinity. Coltaine was more than aware that these sorts of people did, on occasion, prowl such parts of Haventown. A certain segmented, hand-and-a-half whipsword, helped to dissuade them, too.

As he continued through his environs, Coltaine soon noticed a little situation going on near a fountain. That demon priest he'd heard about seemed to be there, along with people of less repute. However, in the fountain itself, something entirely of another nature seemed to be going on. At first, he had to give the water feature a double-take, and then he realised he wasn't seeing things. Well, not in that manner, anyway. For a moment, Coltaine was at a loss for what to do. His eyes- one an azure blue, the other the colour of a bright ruby, darted away for a moment, before returning to the scene. "Well," he murmured, "This is a surprise."
Of course, it wasn't the fighting between a couple of individuals, but rather, someone who seemed to have encountered a wardrobe malfunction.

Coltaine glanced at the staff wielding "demon priest", with a glimmer of distaste in eyes, which soon faded behind his outward façade. The man knew how to interrupt fights, that was certain. He also seemed to be a wind Elemental, if his guess was correct. Casually ignoring the nearby dog, Coltaine took into motion once more, a slight rustle of plate and mail emphasising his movements. Addressing those in the general vicinity of the fountain, he spoke, his voice smooth, confident, possessing just the right amount of concern, and a tinge of amusement. He'd had practice, after all. "What seems to be the problem? If there's any disagreement, I'm sure we can sort things out."
He smiled slightly, whilst his eyes grew still. Coltaine eventually came to the conclusion that trying to avoid the spectacle occurring in one part of the fountain was fruitless, and so he forced his eyes to a halt.

[Ceannairceach]

As she added a fourth ball of fire to the juggling display, her record being five, Loralee noticed that there was an audience forming. An audience of precisely one, but an audience nonetheless. She did a few more daring tricks, ones she was less practiced in; Throwing the balls of fire under and over a kicked leg, catching all four as they fell from the air, and even appearing to swallow one, only for it to appear in her hand. Her sleight was fine, though her distractions needed some work.

"Hello, young miss!" She diverted her attention between the girl who was watching her performance and the balls of light fire in her hands. "Might I ask what your favorite element is? I can chew metal, control electricity, and all those other flashy magics of old!" She made a point of doing another showy trick with the balls of fire, catching them behind her back one after the other. "Tell me your interest and I'll do my best to--"

It was then, at perhaps the least convenient time possible, whilst all four balls were in the air in the lineup for a good trick, that Loralee noticed the girl stripping down to her skivvies, and then some, to bathe in the fountain. Being a carney left little room for privacy or modesty, certainly, but even she was slightly confused by the sight of the girl attempting to shrug off her bra.

And, in a dramatic moment of dark comedy, one by one the balls clonked her on the head and shoulders, causing the slightest pain of force and the slightest smell of singed hair. She yelped shortly in surprise, rubbing her head to ensure it wasn't aflame. Satisfied but still confused, she didn't even attempt to return the fireballs to her hands; Rather, she asked the girl before her, "What in the name of all that is beautiful is going on in that damn fountain!?" She pointed behind the viewer, noting the bathing girl and fighting teens, and what looked like a horrible burn victim watching it all.

This was enough reason to approach the situation, in her mind. Grabbing the metal staff with a head shaped like a moon, she dropped her act and approached the commotion, and began to savagely berate the onlooking man with bandages, not quite understanding the context of the situation. "Hey, you can't just sit there and watch someone bathe!" She swatted at the man with her staff, intent on causing damage but largely missing. "She probably has no idea what's going on! Clear out, you pervert!"

As she swatted more and more at the bandaged man, she turned towards the girl in the fountain, her scowl turned to a smile stretching ear to ear, "Not that I've never thought of taking a dip in the fountain! Must be mighty cleansing..."

[Olthar]

Such noise. This place is so distracting and chaotic. I should really leave as soon as possible. I can barely even hear myself think with all this shouting and fighting and magic and...magic? Huh. That's something you don't see every day. That bandaged man...Who is he? Oh, whatever. He doesn't look like someone I want to associate with, anyways. Though, I'm sure going around casting magic like that is sure to draw more attention, and I'd rather not be in the middle of that.

Rinsing off, Rebecca stepped out of the fountain, pulling a fur out of her bag and quickly drying herself. She then put her undergarments back on and returned everything to her bag, making sure everything was properly fastened. Ignoring the various bizarre individuals, she began walking away, her face as calm and emotionless as ever. She wasn't sure where to go, however.

[Benutanairan]

As she added a fourth ball of fire to the juggling display, her record being five, Loralee noticed that there was an audience forming. An audience of precisely one, but an audience nonetheless. She did a few more daring tricks, ones she was less practiced in; Throwing the balls of fire under and over a kicked leg, catching all four as they fell from the air, and even appearing to swallow one, only for it to appear in her hand. Her sleight was fine, though her distractions needed some work.

"Hello, young miss!" She diverted her attention between the girl who was watching her performance and the balls of light fire in her hands. "Might I ask what your favorite element is? I can chew metal, control electricity, and all those other flashy magics of old!" She made a point of doing another showy trick with the balls of fire, catching them behind her back one after the other. "Tell me your interest and I'll do my best to--"

It was then, at perhaps the least convenient time possible, whilst all four balls were in the air in the lineup for a good trick, that Loralee noticed the girl stripping down to her skivvies, and then some, to bathe in the fountain. Being a carney left little room for privacy or modesty, certainly, but even she was slightly confused by the sight of the girl attempting to shrug off her bra.

And, in a dramatic moment of dark comedy, one by one the balls clonked her on the head and shoulders, causing the slightest pain of force and the slightest smell of singed hair. She yelped shortly in surprise, rubbing her head to ensure it wasn't aflame. Satisfied but still confused, she didn't even attempt to return the fireballs to her hands; Rather, she asked the girl before her, "What in the name of all that is beautiful is going on in that damn fountain!?" She pointed behind the viewer, noting the bathing girl and fighting teens, and what looked like a horrible burn victim watching it all.

This was enough reason to approach the situation, in her mind. Grabbing the metal staff with a head shaped like a moon, she dropped her act and approached the commotion, and began to savagely berate the onlooking man with bandages, not quite understanding the context of the situation. "Hey, you can't just sit there and watch someone bathe!" She swatted at the man with her staff, intent on causing damage but largely missing. "She probably has no idea what's going on! Clear out, you pervert!"

As she swatted more and more at the bandaged man, she turned towards the girl in the fountain, her scowl turned to a smile stretching ear to ear, "Not that I've never thought of taking a dip in the fountain! Must be mighty cleansing..."

He dodged the staff and grabbed his at the top he twisted the top and out of the staff came a sword and he laughed " I haven't had this much excitement since the Daemon War" as he clasped the sword and took out a flask opening it quickly and taking a drink. He closed it and dodged another swing " Aewiallia may this fight be blessed"

[Videssos]

Coltaine Jal'keth,
Haventown Market


Coltaine seemed slightly disappointed with the exit of the temporarily unclothed girl. Then again, these things were bound not to last forever. He noticed that she seemed to hesitate when presumably deciding where next to go.
"Is there anything amiss? Feel free to ask me something if you feel you're uncertain about something. Like where you might bring yourself to go, for instance."

He might have said more, but the fighting breaking out between a young woman and the demon priest managed to snatch his attention away. Turning to regard the two, he murmured disappointedly. "That isn't really a civil way to behave."
Coltaine swiftly drew a hand under his blue cloak, and when he revealed it once more, his right hand held a segmented hand-and-half sword. The blade, made of some unknown silvery white alloy, and bearing inscriptions from an old language, shone in the sunlight. "I'd rather not have to use this to separate you two, but I may do so. That's if the warmongering pair of individuals that you two make, fail to put a halt to this little conflict that you've started. I could also use these."

Without a further word, he let the power of Earth flow through him. Then, at an almost imperceptible gesture, that power took root in the nearby ground. Soil and rock began to move, several vaguely humanoid shapes forming where they flowed together. They were minor, but they were all Coltaine felt were needed to prove the point. He'd learnt how to make them not long after discovering his power. The three earth golems each began to stir, and they rose up unnaturally, not a single one of their limbs bending. Soil appeared to roil and stir from the ground. It covered them, like a thick layer of flesh. Their heads bore no features save for cracks and crumbling planes, and they remained still, silent sentinels; patiently awaiting the commands of their master.

[Olthar]

Things were really heating up now, and Rebecca was never a fan of heat. She should have never come to this town. She still didn't even know why she had come so far south, ayways, but it was too late to change the past. All she could do now was protect her future, and that meant getting far, far away from the weird, magic-using freaks who were apparently determined to kill each other.

Slipping into an alleyway to escape from the commotion in the market, Rebecca happened to spy some sheets hanging on a string between the buildings. Though her thick furs were too warm for this climate, she figured southern fabric would be better. Quickly snatching one of the sheets, the girl wrapped it around herself to create a makeshift hooded robe and silently kept walking away, hoping she was inconspicuous enough to avoid further attention while she got out of the town and away from the fighting.

[Benutanairan]

"Gods such as an annoyance atleast the demons knew to stay out of fights they weren't welcome in" he said bitterly and venomously then narrowed his eye at the man of earth before taking off his monocle he turned back to the carnie and said " where were we"

[Constaniana]

Aldraniri and Darris both climbed out of the fountain as the fight broke out, looking bewildered at the scene around them. "Geez, and I thought our fights were impressive," Aldraniri said.

"Nah, we do it better than they do. I mean, their trash talk is terrible," Darris responded. "I haven't heard someone be called an ass once. Seriously, this is too boring. Yeah, Sir Blondy Von Fancytrousers might have his little rock boys, but there's no real excitement to any of this. Trust me, we're still the pro's at this," The older boy said, fist-bumping Aldraniri.

"Yeah, you're right about that. We could give them some pointers about how to fight and argue with people properly," Aldraniri replied, before realizing how friendly he was being with Darris. "But I'm still gonna kick your ass again tomorrow," Aldraniri said. The two boys started glaring at each other again, about to start punching each other once more when Mizumi came up behind Aldraniri and dragged him off by the collar. "Mizumi, you're interrupting our man-fight!" Aldraniri said, sounding like a disappointed child being forced to leave a carnival early.

"You've punched Darris in the face enough for today, let's go before you get in trouble again," the blonde girl chided, as they left the Centre Square, passing into one of the alleyways.

"You know the guards stopped caring about our fights years ago. Honestly, I should start charging people to watch the fights we have," Aldraniri said, chuckling until Mizumi smacked him on the head. "Ow, ok ok, I'm kidding about that,"

Mizumi let go of Aldraniri's collar, and the two began walking at a regular pace again, when they noticed a girl further down the alleyway wearing what looked like a bedsheet. Aldraniri recognized the bag with the furs sticking out of it.

"Hey, you're that girl who was stripping in the fountain earlier, weren't you?" Aldraniri called out to her.

"Holy crap Aldry, you can't just yell that out at random!" Mizumi exclaimed with horror, hoping the stranger didn't get too mad at her friend...

[Olthar]

Someone was calling out to her. It seems like her disguise has already failed. What a waste of time that was. Sighing, Rebecca pulled off the sheet and dropped it onto the ground before turning to the two children at the other end of the alley. Immediately, she recognized the boy as on of the two who had been fighting. It seems like that was over now, or at least their part of it. Rebecca didn't want to try checking if the rest had stopped. Even if they had, she was still going to leave the town. It was still a mistake to come here.

"Yes." Rebecca said simply in response to the boy's question.

She then turned and continued walking towards the town's exit.

[Constaniana]

"Gods such as an annoyance at least the demons knew to stay out of fights they weren't welcome in" he said bitterly and venomously then narrowed his eye at the man of earth before taking off his monocle he turned back to the carnie and said " where were we"

"You certainly wouldn't be getting back to your blasted fight! " A deep, authoritative voice boomed, as more than a dozen guards came into the Square, swords and halberds at the ready. The source of the voice was a stern, battle-hardened man with a short, pale brown hair and stark green eyes. He was clad in practical grey armour, with a red cape with a brown fur trim. "I'm Captain Timlrae, the commandant of the Haventown Guard. Now what seems to be the problem here?" The knight barked sternly. The townspeople in the Square were tensely quiet, wondering what would happen next....

[Rupudska]

Amelia Ryan King was getting rather hungry. And rather curious about what was going on in the town square. The town was small and normally quite placid, so being able to hear, well, anything in the square from her house halfway to the edge of the town was generally news.

She quickly bought a sausage roll and sat down at the edge of the fountain, eating it and looking around passively. Wonder what happened this time...

[Videssos]

Coltaine Jal'keth,
Haventown Market

Coltaine calmly ignored an insult thrown in his direction by the two bickering individuals who left the scene. When the Guard Captain made an appearance, along with some fellow guards, he smiled and turned to him.
"Most opportune timing. It would seem a fight has broken out between those two." Coltaine gestured in the direction of the "demon priest", and the young woman. "I nearly ended up having to involve myself to break them up, but your well-timed arrival has made that unnecessary". The young nobleman paused, before adding, "I believe the one who instigated the fight was that man, who looks like he belongs in a sarcophagus."

[Benutanairan]

"Branston channard, herald of the wind goddess' destroyer of risollo, demon priest, and veteran of the war at your service" he said bowing as he put up his sword and got the holy symbol out. " I do believe the earth elemental is wrong, the fight instigated after I was accused of being a pervert because a women was bathing nude in the fountain"

[Constaniana]

Captain Tilmrae narrowed his eyes and glared at Branston. "You know, if I were you, I wouldn't be bragging so much about destroying a village like that. Especially with the rumours I've heard about how you did it," He growled, before making a motion with his left hand. "Arrest the Demon Priest and the Carney for disturbing the peace," Captain Tilmrae next addressed Coltaine. "I may need you to come in later to answer some questions about this incident. And you, miss," The knight pointed at Amelia. "Did you see anything about this mess, like who started it all?" he asked her.

[Rupudska]

Amelia shook her head. "Not really, officer. I came down here after hearing the commotion. Although I heard something about some woman from out of town bathing in the fountain."

She lay down on the stone circle surrounding the fountain. "I'm not sure where she went, though. Or even if she was a she at all."