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GROUP 2: @Corn Orc Vandal @BlueXBlood @Xen6n @Aegis _________ When it became clear that their group was stopping for a break, Bal'kafaz sat herself upon a rock to rest and catch her breath. She knew if she sprawled on the ground like Khadija, she would likely never rise. The gladiator peered...

GROUP 2: @Corn Orc Vandal @BlueXBlood @Xen6n @Aegis With every step up the mountain, Bal's thighs burned and ached. Days of lying in a cart, unconscious and wounded, had done a number on her endurance. She was used to perhaps half a day of rest after a particularly rough battle, maybe two if...

GROUP 2: @Corn Orc Vandal @BlueXBlood @Xen6n @Aegis __________ Bal'kafaz held her annoyance from her expression as best she could; showing anger outside of the arena only led to pain and suffering. This foreigner clearly had no awareness of their cultural differences, despite their shared...

Group 2: @Corn Orc Vandal @BlueXBlood @Xen6n @Aegis ____________ Bal's face scrunched in confusion at the other half-orc's absurity. She rubbed her temples, then the back of her neck. Gods, she was tired. The large half-elf held her tongue, having learned from a young age to do so. Though...

Her brows furrowed. "My fever? What-" Bal'kafaz opened her eyes again to find Khadija doting on her, the other half-orc awfully close. "I'm.. I'm fine," she huffed, swatting the bard's hand away. It was a lie, of course; she was far from fine. Nothing seemed broken, at least, but everything...

"-orderofseekers?" Everything hurt. Bal'kafaz awoke to unfamiliar voices, the rumble of a cart pulling her along, and the dry, gritty feeling of sand mixed in with blood all over. The warmth of the desert sun was missing, and as she lifted her eyelids, gentle starlight twinkled overhead. The...

@Corn Orc Vandal @BlueXBlood @Xen6n @Aegis PREVIOUSLY: The heavy scent of moist salt permeated the arena in Kiledo, the hot desert sun assaulting the blood-soaked sand. Bal'kafaz could barely hear the thundering roars of the crowd that surrounded her; the dull thrum of her heartbeat...

As time wore on, Hawthorn used the weave with Vells as something to focus on while her hands worked at freeing her foot. Careful not to put pressure on her leg, she untied the leather lacings down the side of her boot. Lifting her pant leg was agony; the leg had begun to swell, and every...

As the young alchemist tapped into the weave, Hawthorn closed her eyes in mild relief; in Serena's echo she felt the comfort of a grand library full of dusty parchment. Remnants of the file she had re-read on the ship came to her in soft, fervent whispers. It was a welcome change from the two...

The Dean of Weather took advantage of her open weave with the necromancers, using the waves to pull Vells higher up the beach. She flinched as Serena came skidding to a halt next to her, a fierce lick of pain shooting up her leg at the movement. Her focus on the weave ended abruptly, leaving...

The berating came sooner than anticipated. Almalexia cringed at the use of her full name; the only people who used it were her parents. A surge of anger and the need to protect herself washed over her unexpectedly, and she was about to snap back at Vells when Thys appeared by her side, offering...

Hawthorn collapsed onto the black sand with relief. Her lungs barely had time to settle before a giant bird of prey enclosed them in its wings- Oh, just Avanok. Weave. She could weave. The Dean of Weather rolled herself to a sit, her bum leg out in front of her. As she opened herself up to the...

With all available focus put towards the ship, Hawthorn only noticed Hew when he started smashing up the sheet of ice she was trapped on. With each pound of his mace the ice wobbled over the water, and the weather mage bit down hard on her lip to refrain from crying out in agony. Every vibration...

"FORGET THE CHILDREN!" The ship was moving; the crew that was still aboard had adjusted the remaining sails to work with the magic wind. But at this distance, Hawthorn knew it wasn't going to be enough. The other mages were casting their own spells, save for Vells and the kitsune, it seemed...

"Touch me again and you'll find yourself frostbitten," Hawthorn snapped, looking pointedly below Thys' navel. The weather mage closed her eyes as the soft warmth of feathers tickled her senses. Her sense of calm, however, quickly turned into a rather unpleasant churning of her insides. Skies...

The weather mage heard the ape's pitiful pleas and rejoined the group by Vells. The creature in the trees was still chucking small projectiles at their group; one such object pelted the blood mage's shoulder, bouncing and hitting Hawthorn in the arm. Hawthorn flicked her wrist in annoyance...

Hawthorn went red in the face at being scolded by the veteran, rage swelling in her chest. She was about to bite back when Vells promptly took a blade to her palm and cast a spell. The weather mage threw up her own hands and stormed off towards her tent, leaving the rest to deal with the now...

Hawthorn grimaced, even as she focused her hold on the chaos before her. She would never hear the end of this. "Thanks, Muir, I really hadn't noticed." She felt the soft urgency of feathers tickle the back of her mind. She instinctively closed up, throwing up a wall of ice, but reminded herself...

Hawthorn stepped onto the beach, eager to begin their journey. Black sand shifted beneath her feet to embrace the soles of her boots. The colours of the island were nothing like her home city of Krowne; everything was so... alive. The drawings in all of her books could not compare to the eerie...

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