Instinct, back at beginning —> Toph, the KID , Cassius, Kashira, telling remaining group at large they should get moving
The scion's face dropped into a blank stare when the white haired cub started laughing at her. "Grand. What could I have possibly missed now?" she breathed in growing exasperation, putting her hands on her hips.
The grumpiness didn't last long though; after all, the cub complimented her moonlight, which was just about the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her.
Amendment number three: Also, a very polite cub.
"Oh. Thank you cub." Her cheeks a little red, she scratched her chin and thought about the best way to explain this.
Another one approached about this time. She rotated her upper body to her; an elvish woman, another one she hadn't been introduced to. Analysis: Odd of feature, too much to be human. Clothing almost entirely made out of natural materials, lacking the bizarre modern styles she had seen on Earth. Barefooted, bearing only a large staff as a weapon. Conclusions: Probably a magic user, unknown species, unknown threat.
The mage woman bowed to her very slightly. Amendment: formally friendly nonhuman mage. The scion smiled formally and bowed as well.
Two to answer, then. "You are both nearly correct. You're missing the whole picture, though. I shall try and put this as simply as I can. To be very basic, I am a Scion of an old goddess of the Forests, Moon, Hunt," her voice took on a formal note, subtle pride entering her features as she listed them all, "Animals, Fertility, Virginity, and Hills" She touched a hand to her chest. "Hard as it is for mortal comprehension, those things are me. This flesh I wear is merely what I must bear to survive. It is..." she was silent for several seconds, before solemnly dropping her eyes, "A golem, I suppose."
A golem of flesh, made from the corpses of innocents. Her mocking prison. Her eyes flashed hard, and she stopped talking to swallow a surge of disgust, as familiar as it was bitter.
Her eyes lit up again when Toph said she was with Armani sometime ago. She spun around, forgetting all about her bodily issues as quickly as they came. "Really now?" She beamed, suddenly feeling not nearly as alone as she had been minutes ago. "Were you with us when we tracked down Sifuri? I do remember a blind young girl from then; the earth mover, you?"
Toph suggested they get back on the road. The Scion's face briefly turned red again when she realized she had completely gotten lost in talking to people. How embarrassing for someone like her. "Right, of course." She turned towards the white haired cub, then glanced at the others. "At this rate we'll be camping here for the night. Let's join the others."
She spun on her bare heels to join toph. She didn't say anything, but her shoulders were hung much more loose now, a small glimmer in her eyes. Second impressions of her makeshift pack were proving much more pleasant, and she didn't make efforts to distance herself from the others. Besides, it was much less nerve wracking to be among twenty, than among forty.
To the river and smoke source, then. For now it seemed there were actually only two groups; the Scion shrugged, she'd just accompany them in person along with the two wolves she had.
She glanced at Cassius as they began to leave, a wry smile on her lips to fit her mood. "Not to mention all the wildlife that could be in the river. I would be delighted to see what bizarre alien piranhas look like...I don't believe you would enjoy the experience, on the other hand."
edited 10th Jul '16 4:36:44 PM by tvtropesnoob
Kashira Lavellan - Lakeside Camp
As Kashira drew close to the camp, she recognized what it was. The same, but different, shadows of what was and what is. Our friend isn't entirely wrong about these worlds. There are elements they have in common. She had seen the place before, or others like it many times. The desperate, the starving, the fearful, driven from their home. This was not the well-organized, practiced encampments of the Dalish, but something thrown together in haste. And the people! They had the ears and look of the elves of Thedas, but the hues of their skin were otherworldly and their faces...elvhen.
She stepped out from among the group and bowed low.
"We dwell in a place of peace, elder, and a star shines upon the hour of our meeting. I am Kashira Lavellan and we are an adventuring company. As you can see, we are new to these lands. We came following rumors of a powerful magical sword. You speak of war? Who is fighting who, and why? What has happened to your people?"
She was keenly aware of the irony of the words, but it was all she had to work with. These were not, after all, her people. But that didn't mean she couldn't help them, if she could.
edited 10th Jul '16 4:40:24 PM by RedCedar
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu"we'd tell you what kind of sword it is, but all we know is there's two of them," said Sans with a grin.
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Papyrus got out of Magnus. "I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, FUTURE MEMBER AND THEN LATER FUTURE COMMANDER OF THE UNDERGROUND'S ROYAL GUARD! ER, NOT THE UNDERGROUND OF HERE THOUGH. WE'RE A LITTLE FAR FROM HOME."
edited 10th Jul '16 5:08:52 PM by salithewitch
CAPERS! JAPERS! BEING CAPTURED! AND OTHER SORTS OF FUN ACTIVITIES."Indeed, healing is most important, especially in groups this large. Sometimes there are people that rather rush headlong into conflict before thinking of the consequences and thus we must act quickly so as to not risk anything we'd regret." Yu commiserated with the Warrior of Light, giving a light sigh considering how hot tempered some of friends could be in their quest to rid the world of Shadows and how eagerly they dove into the conflict. "Let us help each other so as to not overwork ourselves." With that small joke, Yu was once again following behind the group, heading along the river's path since it was where the faint signs of smoke were coming from.
Upon getting closer, the teen was shocked to find a refugee camp of sort- the people tired and weary. Looking down at the sword on his hip, the boy felt guilty for adding even more pressure onto what could only be described as elves. "Greetings, elder. We are travelers from afar and on a quest of epic proportions. We have no desire for anything but information, though perhaps I might be able to help you out with any requests you might have?" The inherent good nature in the youth surfaced, the boy wanting to if not help then at least minimize and alleviate some of the burdens on these poor people.
edited 10th Jul '16 7:59:41 PM by Makaioh
Instinct, river slumlords — to the elves
When the journey really got underway, the Scion decided to scout through the forest a little ahead of the rest, with her two wolves doing the same to create a circle around the boat so as to keep an eye out for trouble.
She smelled them first; the smell of fire became the smell of food roasting over flame, and soon after she started smelling the telltale signs of human life. Well, similar to human life anyway. She slowed, ordering her wolves to keep to the back and creeping closer to the sources of the scents and the sounds. The air around her shimmered, turning her nearly invisible as she finally grew in sight of the locals.
She crouched and scanned them warily. The people were like the mage-woman-with-pointed-ears that was in their own very group. The same species, perhaps? A few herders, livestock. A hillside peppered with cottages, none of them particularly extravagant. A hobble, a refugee camp, or a camp out outsiders. She ran her fingers in the dirt, considering. Then she relaxed; communities like these tended to not be very well armed. If it came to a question of defense, it wouldn't be that difficult to ward them off.
Then again, no telling how they would react to strangers. Nodding, the Scion simply waited nearby, ready to begin an attack them if they proved enemies.
That didn't happen. Instinct sighed in relief when they came out to talk to her pack, and stood. They were nervous, that much was obvious, but nervous wasn't the same as hostile. Given their situation, they had every right to be.
She considered staying in waiting, in case something were to happen. But she shook her head at such thoughts; she was on their land. She would respect them enough to greet them face to face.
So she motioned behind her, bringing her two wolves carefully into position next to her, where they lay in the brush. —Stay. Watch for trouble. Howl if you wish to alert us. And, good work the both of you.— She gave them both another nuzzling — eliciting another soft whine — before she walked out of her hiding place, dispelling her cloak as she walked over to greet the locals as well. The wolves dutifully stayed hidden in the foliage a small distance away, red eyes watching for any signs of trickery.
"And may the wood's bounty ever be yours", she bowed in response to the elder's pleasant words. She was quiet for several seconds, letting the others ask the questions she desired to know while she was continuously casting wary glances around the place.
They didn't ask everything however. "If I might ask, elderly one, how often does trouble visit your village? You are nervous of us", she gestured towards the huts, "and yet you feel safe enough to greet travelers on the road with weapons sheathed."
She stared at him and his guards for a moment longer, at the strange beings she had never seen before, and cocked her head. "And, who are you?"
The Kid's eyes widened. No wonder she had the abilities she did, if she was a goddess of some sort. Or at least closely related to one. Could Gods have children? He wondered. He was also slightly wary. He knew enough about the Gods to know that they had many sides to them, not all positive. And Rucks had told him tales of them both blessing their followers with gifts and bestowing misfortunes on a whim. That was something he'd want to avoid, hence why he'd stayed away from the Shrine in the Bastion.
Still, there was apparently a living goddess standing before him, so it probably wouldn't hurt to be respectful. The teen tried to drudge up the lessons on manners he'd been forced to sit through years ago. Would they even matter to a goddess. He was going to try anyway. He didn't want to learn how a goddess of that many things could curse him. Possibly turn him into a deer and hunt him down herself.
Shaking off those thoughts, he bowed his head hesitantly; unsure if he was doing it right. “I'm sorry, I didn't realize who you were, miss. And I'm afraid I don't know your name yet.”
After the group had set off following the river, The Kid chose to stick to the outer edge towards the rear. Scouting-wise, trailing ahead would be useless for a group this loud, so he put his skills to use watching the way they had come for any signs of being followed; his carbine in his hands just in case.
Thankfully, their arrival at the camp was uneventful. While the main body of the group chose to move in close, Kid instead chose to keep to the outskirts, once again keeping a keen eye on things.
River
"Our first NPC after the questgiver, how exciting!" D.Va exclaimed happily, more into her mech's camera and her microphone than to anyone in particular. She hovered her mech a few dozen feet to the side and above Kashira, so that the camera in front could get a full widescreen shot of the scene. "It looks like he represents a group of elves, and now our own elf is talking to him. How brave! And it looks like they all have staffs, too! You know, my latest movie, Hero of my Storm, features an intense action scene where a quarterstaff-wielding group of omnic ninja-assassins attempt to kill Thespian 4.0. but fortunately he's saved by - who else? - yours truly. Channel viewers with a registered account can access the full movie for free right now, just click on the link provided. Don't forget to subscribe now, you don't want to miss the action if things get violent!"
Theron — riverside camp
Elves? Theron's surprise at finding a group of elvhen was quickly replaced by pity. The camp reminded him of the Alienage in Denerim; the same destituteness reigned supreme, and the elder's guards looked less like soldiers and more like hastily-armed peasants. Though they clearly were not of his people, nor were they even Fereldan, the Grey Warden resolved to help them.
Still, it wouldn't do to simply flood the elder with questions, so he stood quietly by Kashira's side, arms crossed.
Riverside Camp
Claw was used to poverty and haphazardly constructed areas. Each port had its own slum, after all. Each port however was filled to the brim with armed and dangerous individuals, be they sailors, thieves or even courtesans. Everybody had a knife on themselves.
But here... here was a different form of poverty. The air was thick with desperation and the weapons appeared to be in rarity. At the very least the locals did not welcome them with hostility, though it was obvious they were in no shape to fight such a big, armed group as theirs.
...nevertheless, some things were more than likely to attract fear and uncertainty, like that infernal contraption and the young lass piloting it, spouting nonsense about God knew what.
"Pay little heed to the girl in the flying armor." He interjected. "All the tinkering with arcane metals left her quite kooky, though her heart is in the right place." Satisfied with this little white lie he glanced at Yu - seeing him to be D.va's closest to contemporary in both age and time period - and gave him a meaningful glance, something among the lines of "please keep that lady under control".
River
Chris sighed, mostly out of frustration.
"Do you need to narrate absolutely everything going on? I mean I think we'd like to think your viewers might be smart enough to pick some of that stuff up themselves."
However, in some ways the bravado was to mask some of her own insecurities. She'd been through places like this before, and it hadn't been pleasant for her at all. The fact they were dealing with elves didn't really phase her as much as it probably should, but when you've spent the last year or so fighting cross-dimensional monstrosities and living dolls elves aren't too much of a stretch.
"Yup. That tasted purple."Johnny - Path Group
Turns out the oddly gigantic automobile was pretty fast. He actually had to get Slow Dancer to break into a run to keep up with the machine, but they were able to keep up with the machine. They did not get to go far however before running into a contingent of soldiers of some sort. Johnny was not familiar with elves, and the ears were not striking enough to grab his attention in any way. He pulled on his horse's reigns to bring her to a stop as they rounded up on the elves. "We are travelers just looking to pass." Johnny explained tersely. There was no point in explaining their situation, as the locals were not likely to believe it.
Shiroe had chosen to follow the river, mostly since he sensed that there was a bit more he could do to help that group. Plus the one silver haired boy that had mentioned being from Japan as well was also in that group, and Shiroe had still yet to actually make any friends. When they came upon the elder and the refugee camp, he tilted his head in curiosity at the exchanges of words.
"A quest of epic proportions is definitely the best way to put this," he spoke up, nodding when Yu said as such, "I agree though, we'd be glad to help you. We don't mean any harm..."
He honestly felt concerned at this point, seeing how nervous everyone was. It reminded him of how the NPC cast had reacted when everyone got stuck in Elder Tale. In fact, D.va's mention of "NPC" visibly made Shiroe flinch slightly. If this was all still a game, why did it feel so weird? Then again, this wasn't a game he was used to playing...
...at least, not yet.
"I'm actually pretty familiar with elves. My name is Shiroe, by the way. And I come in peace, I swear."
edited 11th Jul '16 9:41:29 AM by angeloffluffiness
And in this heart, our bond cannot break. From here to the end and back again I will stand sharp. The light in me will guide you home...Magnus coughed faintly - anyone still inside his cab would be able to hear his voice, filtered through the vehicles speakers.
"Perhaps, to retain the element of surprise, I should remain in alt-mode. At any rate," he reminded them, "we are acting in direct contravention of the Code of Interplanetary Conflict, the Tyrest Accords, and three minor documents covering appropriate behaviour towards indigenous life forms." He sighed.
"I will have to write this up when I find the time..."
Gaige popped her head out of one of Magnus's windows, waving with her metal arm at the group, seemingly obvious to the fact these were trained, tense warriors.
"Oh. My. God. Real Elves! I never thought I'd meet one in person. Hi guys, I'm really big fans of yours! Sorry, didn't mean to drive over your forest,but we're on an epic quest to hunt down two, probably identical but maybe not, magic swords. You guys ever heard of anything like that before?"
edited 11th Jul '16 12:16:09 PM by Meanken
Toph and Cassius - River Group
The police chief was thrown back by the sudden burst coming from D.Va, which not only left her in the dust, but also very confused. "Where did she—" She was about to yell, before coming to the obvious conclusion. "Oh great. Another Twinkletoes. Just what I needed."
I'm starting to sound like... Before Toph's thoughts could wander back to her older self, she shrugged away that eerie feeling creeping up her spine and followed the group heading into the forest, making a mental bullet note to not comment on other people's appearances.
Meanwhile, the mention of rapids and piranhas didn't frighten Cassius. If anything, it gave the boy a big bright smile. "I sure hope so!" He said after Kashira and Instinct's warning, though KOS-MOS discovery of his actual shoes made Cassius' smile disappear in an instant. "Oh. Oh... eh-eh." He tried to laugh it off, but eventually decided to just bury his head in the water. " Just let me drown. "
"Yeah, that's me." Toph told Instinct, deciding that staying on the back of the group wasn't enough. She wanted adventure, didn't she? She wanted the kind of stuff she did the last time she hung around with a multiversal group, and she wasn't going to get any of that by staying behind. Pointing at the Elf Leader, she struck up a smirk. "I don't have any fancy ready-made greetings like the other ones. Name's Toph Beifong, and we're here to solve whatever problem ya got. That's usually how this thing goes!"
Following the river down to the lake, Cassius floated by the shore for as long as he could, but eventually even he had to leave the river. Soaked to the bone, with his hair sticking to every part of his face and his fingers already getting a bit pruney. "Yeah! We're not troublemakers at all! I'm Cassius Young—" Remembering that these people didn't know him, Cassius decided this was a prime opportunity to puff up his own ego. "— but people just call me the Great Dragon!" He finished with a heroic pose.
edited 11th Jul '16 3:07:17 PM by Stratofarius
Jaina - Elvish Camp
It hadn't been an especially long journey, but it had been oddly idyllic. Verdant pasture was always a nice touch. But the camp was something of a pustule, marring the purity of that setting. It struck a heartstring, a full chord. The faces before her, alien as they were, were impossibly familiar. The ghostly echo of the proud and ageless Highbourne, finally fallen only by apocalyptic battle... She banished the clarity of those memories.
Enough people were speaking on their behalf... and whatever the girl in the flying machine was trying to accomplish. Jaina stayed silent and payed attention. Sort of. Idle body with idle eyes, and her vision was unfocused, wandering. She smiled distantly at one of the militia youth that had come out to meet them with barely-weapon readied. She'd probably been aiming for reassurance.
edited 11th Jul '16 3:44:42 PM by Katsuun
Kitkat Kitkat / He's our man / If any one screws up / He sure can -ImcaLakeside Camp
"Ah, we are used to eccentric mages and their constructs," Epehriar said with a smile, doing a double-take on seeing the talking cat and walking skeleton, but not mentioning it. Still, the militamen eyed the mecha nervously. Except for the one that caught Jaina's eyes, who held her gaze for a moment, then blushed and looked away.
"You seek to lay eyes on the Two Swords? Ah, I am afraid you come at an unfortunate time, pilgrims. Yes, much has changed since the swords were last shown to the public, so pilgrims are not allowed to see them any more. It sounds like these are your first time in these lands, so I will try to explain the situation to the best of my ability."
"As you may already know, the Two Swords were the divine treasures of the Swordmaster, the Creator God of Elves. They were passed down the royal line of the Light Elves, the royal regalia of the ruling King or Queen in all their splendour. This all changed about two hundred years ago, in quite a surprising manner, when the twin kings tried to rule together to help run the country better. The older brother King Aligels took the Sword of Light and took on most of the traditional duties, while the younger King Letrael gathered the smartest minds in the country around the Sword of Darkness to try to find a solution to the overpopulation problem."
"King Letrael did find a solution, but King Aligels, ah, he did not care for it. And it's not common knowledge what it was either. But after a lot of discussion, King Letrael took his followers and the Sword of Darkness, and left the Capital of Light to settle down elsewhere. That was one hundred and fifty years ago. Things have been peaceful since then, until quite recently, when war broke out between the two kings. Our peaceful port city came in the middle of this, because of its position along the coastal road, which is why had to flee to here."
After the long explanation, Epehriar Leafvoyager replied to Instinct's query.
"We've had a few run-ins with bandits, yes, but it's common knowledge by now that we have no valuables here. And, pardon my saying so, if you were truly here for trouble, you should be told right away that there would be nothing here for you to gain by doing so."
"Thankfully, you are not, and I am very happy to hear you wish to give assistance. Of course, the greatest help you could give is stop the war, my little joke. But if you have healers or some spare food, we could very much do with some help."
Forest Path Group
Satisfied with the large vehicle stopping, Mage Commandant Silvermist relaxed, though the soldiers did not.
"The Two Swords are no longer accessible to the public, travellers, nor is the realm of King Letrael Swordmaster open to outsiders. All roads leading into the kingdom are closed as long as the war rages. Turn around and return whence you came."
edited 11th Jul '16 3:54:02 PM by Lemurian
Join us in our quest to play all RPG video games! Moving on to disc 2 of Grandia!Minerva carefully resisted the urge to glower at her companion, having interpreted Rhys' comment as an insult towards her, rather than merely him being awkward.
"I do not care for your foolishness. Refrain from making any such comments again, else I will be forced to take action against you." She reprimanded.
They were passing over the camp by the lakeside now. Glancing downwards, Minerva took note of the fact that the others were already there, conversing with the camp's occupants, though from this far above, she could not tell what was being said, or that the population of the camp were not human.
She motioned to Rhys, and then to the town in the distance.
"Our compatriots have already reached the camp, and would seem to be capable of handling the situation themselves. I suggest we go ahead, towards that settlement. We can rendezvous with them later."
edited 11th Jul '16 9:27:14 PM by RhymeAndTreason
Jaina - Supply Food
Oh, another one. What was it about her? Was it really the way she was dressed? She'd never drawn so much attention back home.
The history of the world, as related by the leader, was one she was inclined to believe. She didn't like to believe the poor and destitute had reason to lie about their circumstances, not when warriors and thieves were deployed to the game board. She nodded solemnly, and for the most part expected others to take up the mantle of leadership and planning as at least a few of their number seemed inclined. A city between two grand armies of the land would doubtlessly be a challenge to whet the mind of their premiere strategists... erm, whoever those folk happened to be.
Jaina? She just wanted to help where she could.
"I can provide something in the way of conjured food, at least. I'll need some help rationing out what I can provide but the camp seems small enough for me to feed everyone." At an appraising glance of the volume of canvas and patchwork tents present she probably couldn't give everyone a full meal but at least drink and brief repast might help out. A militiaman to guide the folks of the refugee camp into orderly attendance would be best, especially since Epehriar would doubtlessly still be fielding questions for the time being. That's what she seemed to prefer, nodding at no one of the tunic-clad boys in particular to help her out.
She disengaged from the group upon having permission and escort and expediently made her way to what rough center of camp activity she could find. The sigil of power was silent, Jaina was the caliber of mage that didn't need to speak but could channel the power purely through simple gesture and then a slow, prayer-esque upward sweep of her arms. It appeared without fanfare, a blip of will-o-the-wisp light was about all that indicated that anything had even happened at all. A low-hanging table that could barely seat one, brimming to overflow with pewter mugs of cold water, soft cheeses, fresh-odored breads, and chicken meat. Basic fare, to be sure, but anyone who took a portion would find there was more where that came from. Anything that was taken was immediately replaced by new food from the aether, at the cost of a fractional sliver of Jaina's energy.
She sat here for some time, maintaining the table idly with the brunt of her power while whatever she could spare- plenty- went back to musing, wandering thoughts that probably didn't help her out in the long run.
Kitkat Kitkat / He's our man / If any one screws up / He sure can -ImcaInstinct, river group — once again to the spooky elves
—Never known a dragon to get waterlogged— The scion rolled her eyes inwardly at Cassius, but mainly focused on the Elder's words.
She cocked her head at one point, and in a lull skeptically asked out loud "Overpopulation?". By the end though, she was groaning softly and pinching her forehead.
A quest to obtain incredibly important artifacts from not one but two whole kingdoms, both of which were at war and therefore even tighter on security than they normally would? More stubborn than they normally would? The kings would have to be insane to give them their swords if it was so vital; this was a fools journey, or at least faaaaaar beyond her diplomatic capabilities.
They wouldn't give it up, she was sure. And she had no stomach for mortal politics. So what was left? Toppling them to get their treasure? Sure, and next they'd bypass the whole thing by flying to the top of the tower by strapping fans to their backs. Even without that, this land was still evidently very unstable, which meant they would be in constant danger here. She could never let her guard down for even a moment.
She sighed. If there was a way through them, perhaps the others would suggest it, for she had absolutely no ideas herself. "I see", she said with still pinched forehead, already sounding tired. "Thank you for the assistance."
...So, what about approaching this from the opposite angle? It could potentially be even more dangerous...but the Scion would MUCH rather deal with the divine than mortal kingdoms.
She let her poor forehead go, and pulled a hand through her hair, thinking. "Elder, if I might ask", she said a moment later, giving him a thoughtful look. "Where has their god gone? Can he still be reached?"
The two wolves over near the checkpoint, meanwhile, had dutifully followed them in the same manner the Scion and her two had for the river group, idling in the shrubbery around the road and doing their best to avoid being seen while still being on the lookout for ambushes.
Mostly their attention was centered on the military checkpoint, though. They growled softly, with many worried glances towards their charges.
Kashira - Lakeside Camp
Kashira listened carefully as the elder told his tale. Overpopulation? I suppose if these are truly immortal elvhen, that would be quite the problem. I had never considered such a thing. I wonder if that shaped Elvhenan as well? While the elder's account left some things unclear, one thing was certain. There was no way they could obtain either sword without doing a profound service for both kingdoms, something world-shattering or world-saving. Even that might not be enough. Would they have to resort to theft to climb the Tower? There were some treasures that were beyond price. One thing at a time, though.
"Matters are worse than we had thought, then," she said, her bushy eyebrows knitting into an impressive frown. She nodded firmly. "If we can help, we will. Whatever it takes. And if it takes stopping this war, so be it. For now, though, I will gladly lend healing magic to your cause, elder." She paused a moment, her expression lightening. "Ah, if you don't mind, though, a couple other questions come to mind. If King Letrael found a solution to your problem, but King Aligels did not agree, how was the problem solved? Or has it been solved? Also, I suppose it's too much to hope you know what changed of late to begin this war, if matters were peaceful until now. And if you know of where we might to to speak with either of the two sides, we would be grateful for directions."
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao TzuSabrina, Lakeside Camp
When they encountered the elves, she wondered for a moment if they were on the same world as the lizard people she met during the last time she was part of a multiversal adventuring group. She remained silent as others had asked their questions though she looked at D.Va, rather confused at her commentary.
Who are you talking to? Sabrina psychically asked D.Va. No one else would here Sabrina's telepathic message to D.Va, but Sabrina at least realized D.Va was trying to do some form of running commentary. After all, Pokemon League Battles generally were aired on television with running commentary.
Wizard Needs Food Badly

World of Two Swords - River Group
As one detachment of the Climbers followed the river downstreams, seeking the source of the cooking fires, they passed through the underbrush until it made way to a pleasant lakeside meadow. Reimu was with them, walking alongside instead of flying for now. In the hillside were small wooden cottages, where humanoid people could be spotted in the distance. The path the Climbers followed passed the lanes leading to the cottages, and shy shapes in windows and doorways studied the outworlders from afar.
But what would undoubtedly draw the attentive gazes of the Climbers was the large makeshift camp near the lakeshore. Because there could be no little doubt that it was the product of necessity and a desperate need for habitation, not for leisure or habitation close to nature. The arrangement of the tents was haphazard at best, and the tired silence was only punctured by the sound of angered dogs and crying children. Furthermore, the camp was the source of the smoke they had seen from afar, from the cooking fires within.
For those familiar with the telltale signs of pointed ears and ageless faces, the inhabitants of the camp were clearly elvish. Almost all were of tanned brown or a pale dark blue skin, and white or golden blonde hair, but some stood out with pale skin and green eyes, or a dark grey complexion and strikingly red eyes.
Sheep-herders on the edge of camp called their livestock back as the Climbers drew near, and kids were taken to safety by their parents. It was clear that the outworlders' arrival made the inhabitants of the camp nervous. However, soon, a small group came to meet the party of Climbers, lead by a blue-skinned elf with long silver hair and fine, yet tired robes. The man himself was clearly weary as well, but there was still a resolute fire in his eyes. This was clearly a local leader, Reimu recognized. The elf was accompanied by five youths in ill-fitting leather tunics, wielding simple quarterstaffs and with humble swords in their belts. They had the air of militiamen, young and inexperienced.
"Light of the sea, whispers of the river and song of the woods be with you, travelers," the elf in robes greeted the Climbers. "And welcome to our humble refugee camp. I am the Mayor, Epehriar Leafvoyager. In these troubled times, if you will permit to be frank, I would like to ask for you to state your business here. I see elves and mages among you, but also weapons. Much trouble has already been visited upon us in these times of war."
World of Two Swords - Path Group
Thanks to his sturdy build and multitude of horsepower, Ultra Magnus and his passengers made good progress along the forest path. Though the path was sound and easy to follow, it was still not intended for something of Ultra Magnus' size, and they left quite a trail of broken branches and underbrush.
However, they had not been driving for long when they would come across an attempt to hinder their progress. A company of soldiers in black and green armour was expecting them, and a female commander with her face uncovered stood in the middle of the path. She was an elf of dark grey skin and striking eyes, and she commanded great respect even as she stared down the mechanical Magnus in his vehicle form. Her arm was raised and her gauntleted hand indicated for the group to stop.
"Halt!" The elven commander called out, her voice amplified with subtle magics so that she could be heard before the group came too close. "I am Mage Commandant Orakere Silvermist, and I command you to halt the construct, step out and identify yourselves!"
edited 10th Jul '16 3:27:49 PM by Lemurian
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