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Azel shrugs at him and looks to Dynasy, then to Xexes. "We are Drow, not Mali'ker... Besides the point, there is no point in arguing about this topic."

Azel steps forward, his dark armor reflecting off the fire, blinding any of those who look too close to it. His long white hair lays down his back and shoulders, his now blood red eyes scan all the Dark Elves at the ruins. "Brothers, sisters, kin, family..." He smiles at all of them softly, something not typical of Azel Bloodseeker. "My brother, one of the strongest of our kind, Khel Oussana, one that many respect and will follow to the death, has given our people a chance. No more shall we be persecuted and looked down upon in our home. No more will we be forced to live in trees and dirt huts, because we are not as wealthy as the Mali'aheral.... We are a different breed of Elf, a strong breed. Strong in body, in mind, in spirit... And most importantly, in soul." Azel drops his arms, which were crossed from his chest. "When I was first told this by Khel, I could not think of what to do. In no way did I think this would work, but as I brought my pregnant love to the village, along with my niece Rathina, and my nephew Athri, I could not help but feel pride in the future of our people." Azel points to Dynasty and then to Arzota. "You, you, and I are still young, our generations still move forward. Let us set an example for our people... The Drow." Azel moves back to the shadows, unable to face them any longer.

"Sounds good to me... I am sure we should get new cloaks. The journey up to the north ruined our other ones. Thank you good Faendal... I will come visit this tavern often after this night." Azel quickly finishes his food and downs his drink.

Azel shrugs and rips half of the meat from his own food and half of the potato. He places it on the edge of the plate for Faendal. He takes a few bites of his mutton before placing it back down and turning to face Faendal. Azel swallows the foot and drinks some water before speaking. "Well enough... My companion and I have traveled for nearly a month, and we have had quite an adventure. We are hoping to continue the streak. How about you, I hope you are in the same boat. Have you been well?"

Azel looks to his friend as he reaches his side and he nods slowly, happy he decided to join him. The two travel many more days, eventually returning to the city Azel spoke of with his letter to Laila. As he enters, a familiar Hawk comes down with his Raven and Azel takes the note in the Hawks beak. He makes sure it stays, and opens the letter to read it.

Azel stops and studies his friend. "Malinor has changed, for the worst which is the sad part. Prince Khel, a long devoted Elf to Malinor has left due to the changes and weakness, the bars set on the Elves who are not lucky enough to have the wealth needed to live a happy, peaceful, and luxurious life in Malinor. I for one, lived and fought as a Sentinel to defend those within, aiming to defend and protect the Principles of Justice, Peace, and all that is Good. The High Council and others within Malinor have condemned such ideas, showing they care little for their subjects. It is not something I can continue to uphold.... I take my leave from Malinor soon enough. You may come with me if you do want to, if not, I will not blame you. The life of a Ranger is one of sadness and regret." Meanwhile.... As Laila opens the letter, she sees finely written script, neatly done and well written. "Laila my love, for five days and four nights my closest companion and I traveled away from Malinor, seeking a break from the corruption and greed that grows every day, slowly taking a hold on those who call Malinor home. Through my travels, I have found many things, beautiful, full of wonder and horror alike, but it is worth it. I have found a city far to the south, near the home of the Dwarves and it is peaceful and inviting. I wish for you to come out here and join me, as I have resigned from the Sentinels and no longer call Malinor my home." Azel Bloodseeker, Drow Ranger

Azel nods to him as he comes back with the food. He cannot help but lick his lips as he studies each and every bit of it. The air around them fills with the smell of cooked meat and baked potatoes. For a moment, Azel's stoic look turns into one of hunger. "Thank you... You may sit and enjoy the meal with us if you like."

Azel stands at the cliff overlooking the Dwarven city of Kal'Azgoth, his eyes studying the formation of such a beautiful area. He holds his hand out, a letter, carefully written and neat, folded together in his hands. He flips it into the air and Bloodless, his blood stained Raven snatches it and flies off. Azel watches his bird fly off, a heavy sadness overtaking his body before he realizes this is for the best, he pushes it aside and turns to his companion, the Mali'ame Pelilasdir Elerel, his brother in arms and respected ally. "It seems I will be following the road once more my friend..." Azel moves past him, heading down the mountain to the nearest path, setting off down it quickly. Meanwhile.... Bloodless flies through the air, his feathers thrown back and beak open as it caws loudly, drawing the attention of any it passes. The bird flies for three days and three nights, a speed other birds wish they could achieve as it barrels through the sky, ignorant of any but its given mission, by its most trusted master. The creatures soars over the Halflings city as it crosses over the mountain, separating it and Malinor. As it sees its target, the creature moves even faster, passing over the walls and quickly scanning the city. After an hour of searching, it comes across its first target, Laila Darkspire, the Mali'ker woman. It fly's over, dropping a note before continuing on. It heads towards the Sentinels base next, flying up the tree to the office of Orym, the High Commander. It drops a note off there and flies higher into the trees, seeking refuge and rest on one of the branches.

Azel nods along as the Elf speaks, committing everything that is said to memory, he waits for him to finish before taking a sip of his water. He drains half of it quickly, his parched throat reviving as the water slides down, filling him with slight satisfaction at the wondrous, no taste. He puts the glass down before him, careful not to break it before turning to look back at him. "I would like the special..."

Azel looks up, pulling the hood of his crimson cloak as he recognizes the Elf that has spoken with him and he smiles. His expression quickly returns to its normal, stoic nature and he holds up a hand in greeting. His eyes study the Elf, surprised he bothered to speak with Elerel and himself. He quickly realizes that he mentioned him being a Sentinel and he nods slowly. "The both of us are on leave as of now. We were granted a break for traveling and such. You may just call me Azel, the title matters little." Azel turns to Elerel, and raises an eyebrow before turning back. "If you have any food, as well as water that would be fantastic..."

Azel shuffles down the lonesome and empty road, Elerel beside him and his long red cape pulled tight around him to fight of the bitter chill of the rain filled night. His breath becomes visible before him as his breathing becomes more labored and he cannot help but frown. His superior eyes catch a faint glimpse of light several hundred feet down the darkened road. As he approaches, he pulls the red hood of his cloak up and covers his head, to both warm and shield him as he sees that it is a tavern. Azel studies the cold and dark environment around him before turning back to the tavern. "I wonder if they'd allow a Drow Ranger and his companion so far from home in.." Azel grins softly, uncaring as he pulls open the door slightly and steps inside, leaving it open for his companion behind him. His eyes move quickly around the room, studying anything and everything that is visible before he looks to a two chair table under a window. It is far enough from people to be bothered and close enough to to the fireplace for him to stay warm, also allowing him a glimpse of the dark outside. Azel trudges to it quickly, and sits down, ignoring looks from any who care enough to stare. "The Golden Drake..." Azel notes the name as he studies the table he sits at.

Axel shrugs as he walks off. "Say what you wish human, but in fifty years I will look back at this meeting and remember the face of the foolish human that doomed his people, who will most likely be laying down, dead in the dirt. Who put what is good, honor, justice, peace, and modesty behind him for the sake of his name going down as a general, or Grandsariant as you say. The hours I spend, recounting the tale of the foolish Grandsariant will be that of your lifespan."

Azel tilts his head while studying the human. "The way to defeat this threat is said, but the ignorance of a human ignores it for the sake of glory for his people." Azel sighs and shakes his head. "You could never be a Ranger little human."

Azel Bloodseeker stands off to the side, leaning against a tree with crossed arms, his ears cocked to the two speaking. He notes the wall, which he himself already explored and listens intently to the man speaking of the force in the north. His scouting in the Teutonic Orders base is fresh in his mind, and it takes all he has not to fall down and laugh at such a weak claim. His lavenders eyes study each and every face nearby, careful of all around him. "It seems the Ranger travels again..." Azel steps up to the group, looking to the two speaking. "Making obvious claims and speaking against one another won't change a thing. With such a strong enemy on the wake, our people must rally together as stated, which is easier said than done. I myself will soon be heading up to the North to learn of this threat. Until then, I hope all here are ready and available to return to our people and speak of this new threat."

(( Azel is important to Khel... He's like.... Him when he was younger. ))

The two blades were very important in Rp, and they were lost by myself. I am not quite sure why exactly, but I was running though the Wilds and suddenly I just died. At the time, the server was lagging for me, I am unsure about the rest, but it may have been cause of that. If the GM steps forward, I was told by crazyguy that I would be compensated for the blades... So yeah... EDIT: The blades were originally given to Naeyni or his in character name being, Aulaethner Lennielan EDIT 2: Yes, there was a third blade, it was golden... I am unsure of the name though, and we need that replaced. EDIT 3: If you were not the moderator that did it in the first place, it would be really awesome if you could tell the other staff members. Maybe they could help, thanks again.

Fantastic~

(( Fine~ ))

(( Time to start up my decoding programs... ))

(( Blah is easy, I can teach you ))

You don't really need Blah considering she is half~