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Chosen of Zeru: beckithewatermage
Chosen of Pyrrhus: Zennarion
Chosen of Blodwen: Esme Pink
Chosen of Muirenn: Kacroth
Chosen of Alfwen: Leid
Chosen of Lucasta: Lliasa
Chosen of Gerolan: FlyingSamich

The King: Asialk
The Queen: Leatrix Sage

Members of Zornath: Equilibrium VII

Other: Asialk

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Username: beckithewatermage
Name: Azure Araceli
Gender: Female
Age: Nineteen
Weapons: She carries a long sword, which she has skill in using. She also carries a small hunting knife for her travels.
Personality: Azure at first seems to be very solitary, keeping to herself and keeping her mind on the task at hand. She has a strong sense of justice and is as stubborn as a mule when her mind is set on something. However, she will always stand up for those she holds close, and always lends a kindly ear to them and their troubles.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History: Azure was born the daughter of a mercenary and a seamstress. Her father was a devout follower of Zeru, and so the god was ingrained in her life from an early age, as well as lessons in combat. Her mother would also teach her sewing and other domestic activities, so she grew up to be a well-rounded young lady who was ready for anything.

The girl first realised she was different, when she started to see a dragon in the sky, something which seemed to happen more and more frequently as time went by. She also found herself, when in a pinch, able to parry a blow, or catch something, just that bit quicker than normal. It was when the great dragon Zeru appeared in her dreams and began to speak to her that everything seemed to fall into place. She first told her father, and he did not know what to make of things, so he took her to the local temple of Zeru, where the clerics took her in, and helped her to hone her gifts.

When the King reached the throne, and ordered for the capture of the chosen, the clerics of the temple attempted to kidnap Azure. She escaped, and with her father’s help, made her way out into the world as a travelling mercenary of no name, and no importance.
Chosen of: Zeru
Abilities: Heightened speed and agility, slight wind manipulation
Appearance: Azure
Other: Has a great fondness for cats, and often makes friends with the strays found in towns she stays in.

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Username: Zennarion
Name: Ray Sorin
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Weapons: Double Swords
Personality: He is usually cold and not very outgoing, but he is very protective to the few friends that he has. He also have a very short temper, once he lets his rage run wild, he won’t calm down until his enemy is dead, or he is too wounded to continue. He is always up for a good fight, and will never turn a challenge down.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History: Ray was chosen by Pyrrhus when he was born, he was marked with a scar looking like a phoenix on his upper right arm. He discovered his powers when he was younger. He accidentally burned his village down, some of the villagers survived the fire, but his family was killed. The villagers sent him away from the village and he had to live on his own.

It was when he was living in the forest that he discovered his ability to slowly regenerate, since the wounds he got from the wild animals healed faster than anything he had ever seen. When he finally found a village again, he had been living in the forest for nearly two years, and he had grown older and stronger. Once he had earned some money in the village he brought himself a pair of swords so that he could protect himself. Those two swords have been with him ever since.
Chosen of: Pyrrhus
Abilities: Fire manipulation and minor regeneration
Appearance: Ray Sorin
Other: None at the moment

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Username:Leid
Name: Sensian Sotalidae
Gender:Male
Age: 18
Weapons: Small bladed weapons suit Sensian the best, and are usually what he is most comfortable with carrying. However, he was taught how to use a bow, like all the Sotalidae boys were. He did very well with the bow, and the telekinesis helped his arrows find their target even when his aim was a bit off. However, when targets are too far or moving too fast he'll often miss, needing some more practice.
Personality: Sensian is a deep and reflective young man. Usually he'll try to come across to people as cool and mysterious until he becomes closer. Believing that even though most people offer their best, too many people don't treat friendship on the level of importance as he does, thus causing him to come across as distant, and sometimes cold. Sensian will be nice to everyone, flirty with anyone and call most people affectionate names, yet not consider anyone a true friend. However, once someone breaks through that barrier Sensian becomes the sweetest and most attentive friend you could ever hope for.
Sexuality: Bisexual
History: Some say blood is thicker than water, but Sen could never bring himself to believe this. While his home life wasn't a scarring experience it wasn't much of an uplifting one, either. The youngest child of farmers, Sensian dreamed of more. Sensian quickly took to usic, and shortly after; doll making. Both being things his parents frowned upon, claiming that those meaningless hobbies would get him nowhere in life. They recognized his talent at the things he took interest in, yet was always quickly told he should put more effort into learning a proper trade so he could be of help on the farm.

Sensian would run off for hours on end and wouldn't be missed as everyone was usually very busy or there were too many people in the house to notice just one was gone. He took to doing this more and more and managed to run off for a few days before it being noticed that he had been gone. Upon his arrival home his parents always expressed their concern, but it always felt like too little too late.

While away Sensian started to learn he had powers, having always assumed there were ghosts following him before. His being so close to nature would always keep him safe on his days away from home.

Now that he is old enough to be on his own he packed his things and bid his family farewell, leaving on good terms, but hoping to never return.
Chosen of: Alfwen
Abilities: Nature manipulation and slight telekinesis
Appearance: Sensian

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Username: Kacroth
Name: Kurenaisui Fukai
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Weapons: Staff
Personality: He is usually very cheerful, trying to look at the lighter side of things and not bring up misfortune and bad memories. He tends to be rather clumsy and dopey, he can be very intelligent, it's just he is to lazy to think that much. In a time of battle he is nervous, but he tries his best to remain level headed. He is often seen as religious and prays to his God every night.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History: Nai lead a fairly normal life, one that was slightly shaken at one point. Eventually his parents who had trusted him for years and never lied to him revealed that they were not his biological parents. They had found him on the side of the street, nobody around him. Obviously they decided to take him home, care for and raise him as their son.

Something that had always seemed odd about him was his eyes, they were an unnatural pale blue, and were slitted like cats eyes. this was his mark of Muirenn. Eventually strange things started happening with him, water moved without him even touching it, raindrops would even fall around him instead of on him. He decided to leave, wandering and searching to find himself and maybe any trace of his real parents. Little did he know that his journey would bring more...
Chosen of: Muirenn
Abilities: Water manipulation and minor hypnotism.
Appearance: Nai
Other: He dislikes conflicts of any type and he is clumsy often, don't give him anything fragile.

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Username: Lliasa
Name: Lumina Ferras
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Weapons: Trained in the staff at the temple, but also is skilled in hand-to-hand combat from her years wandering. Carries a dagger.
Personality: Lumina has spent the past several years traveling from town to town. However, her bright personality and positive outlook on life have granted her many friends over the land. Despite her good nature, she is neither naive nor innocent. On the road, she will not hesitate to wound or, if necessary, kill bandits and attackers. She dislikes the violence, but a certain amount of cynicism develops from a life of hardships. Were she to be granted a wish, she would hope for the violence and poverty to be unnecessary for everyone. Because of this wish, she often gives what money and food she can spare to needy families she meets on the road.
Sexuality: Homosexual
History: Lumina's parents gave her to the temple of Lucasta when she was very young, and she grew up to worship the goddess. Life among the sisters was strict but kind, and many of the sisters were fond of the girl. When she was about 13 she began to notice that she could sometimes predict future events. When she turned 17, the temple was burned by unknown attackers and she was the only person who managed to escape. Ever since, she has made her living as a wandering fortune-teller in different towns. Her fortunes are popular in that they always hold some small aspect of truth.
Chosen of: Lucasta
Abilities: Light manipulation and minor clairvoyance
Appearance: Lumina.
Other: Lumina holds a particular fondness for children.

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Username: FlyingSamich
Name: Darius Talmorok
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Weapons: Greatsword
Personality: He isn’t much of a talkative man, but he can be well spoken at times. His actions prove to be much more meaningful than his words. He hates rejection and ostracization, which leads to his soft spoken persona. Should someone show kindness to him, he can be sweet and more expressive.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History: Darius was born in a village near the kingdom, his father a military captain and his mother a religious philosopher. His father taught him how to fend for himself with a great sword while his mother had him pray to Gerolan, the Great Father. He was born smaller than other children, but soon grew to exceed their height, being at 6”2’. Most have ostracized him for it and rejected his presence.

Darius realized his power in a sparing match his father put him in, when he overpowered a student much more experienced than he was, the ground breaking beneath them on the blow. The student wasn’t badly injured, but grew to fear Darius. When the King was appointed, many have claimed Darius to be the chosen of Gerolan, with his mother confirming that fact. His father fought off his own troops while his mother had him escape the village.
Chosen of: Gerolan
Abilities: Earth manipulation and heightened strength
Appearance: Darius
Other: Has yet to control his strength.

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Username: Asialk
Name: Mordaine Delucte
Gender: Male
Age: 45
Weapons: Though he carries the royal Longsword at his hip and is more than capable using it, he likes to think of his quards and soldiers as his main weapons.
Personality: Mordaine is a very tactical thinker, and uses cold logic to make every decision. Of course this leaves him little acceptance for error and when he is wrong he has a tendency of flying into fits of rage. Generally he blames the people feeding him information and rarely takes fault for his mistakes. He is very much an intellectual however, generally preferring to outwit his foes than to overpower them.
Sexuality:Heterosexual
History: Mordaine is from the Zornath clan and is one of the original proposers of the idea of capturing the Chosen to use them as a catalyst to control the powers of the Gods themselves. He has been raised all his life to fight but in later years has found that he is just as adept at outsmarting his enemies and luring them into traps and perils. On a whole Mordaine finds this much more appealing, and is anxious for the day his experiments can begin on the Chosen themselves. For years Mordaine has experimented with people psychologically and with the help of court magicians, it was only fitting that he usurp the throne and become king himself, to give his clan a better chance at capturing their prey. Along the way, and as a condition of his rule he was forced to marry his current wife. Though he loathes her with all of his being they both share common goals and will work together to achieve them.
Of course upon receiving the throne he had to lure the Chosen back to the planet proper. Of course what better way to attract saviors than to give them people to save. And under this ruling principal Mordaine has made life for all in his kingdom hard. He has also removed the faith as much as possible from the lower classes by giving them showings of the God's lack of power in their day to day lives.
Attitude: Mordaine is decidedly evil in nature.
Occupation:Mordaine rules his kingdom with and iron grip.
Appearance: Mordaine Delucte

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Username: LeatrixSage

Name: Airlia Delucte

Gender: female

Age: 24

Weapons: Starting from a very young age, Airlia was trained in a deadly and brutal form of martial art. The form focuses on quickly and efficiently incapacitating any foe and is fashioned and designed to make a single person a deadly force against many. Every movement is tailored to brake, crush, or shatter a specific bone in any given region of the body. The speed and force developed by the training for this skill boarder on inhuman. Airlia is a natural, and reached the top of her family in skill when she was only 14. As was tradition, she also learned to fight with a pair of fitted leather gloves that sport small, but sharp claws at the finger tips. Unlike heavier gloves weapons, these claws are only a mere inch in length and are meant to enhance her martial skills rather than be used as the primary weapon.

Personality: Though her mother did everything she could to impress upon hr daughter the kind, caring nature a lady in breeding aught to have, it never took. Airlia, to her father’s delight, is more like his side of the family. There is a quiet ruthlessness beneath the soft façade of delicate beauty that would often make itself known in the sparring room. Family, friend, peer, it did not matter. If she fought them, she aimed to break them. Her patience, however, knows no bounds. She could sit and wait for hours for an enemy to come to her before she struck. That and her determination combine to make a deadly combination.

Sexuality: Bisexual

History: Airlia was born and raise a member of the Zornath Clan. Her family is a Noble one, and as such, afforded them great power in both government affairs and The Clan. This required extensive training and educating. She is both learned as a lady of breeding, capable of sewing, mending, and embroidery. She is a fine singer, as well as a talented harpsichord player.

She was also trained as a member of the Zornath Clan under the firm, sometimes cruel hand of her father. Her delicate beauty was not so treasured as it might have been if times were different. Her milky skin, which once would have been protected at all costs, became covered with the scars of far to many battles for one such as her.

Her life, from her eyes, was normal. At least, normal for her circumstances. That all changed when Mordaine made his bid for power. He needed her father’s influence in government, and his support to sway the clan. Her father wanted a blood relation sitting on the throne that could throw favors and power in his direction. Her marriage, as with all Noble couplings, was arranged and settled long before she knew anything about it. As a young noble woman, she knew her marriage would be thus. She knew, also, that
That she would marry young. Seventeen was a touch older than she had excepted, but she had by no means reached the age of a Spinster.

What she had not excepted, was that her husband would utterly loath her existence. Or that she would loath him as well. There truce is tenuous at best, but their common goals seem to make the union run fairly smoothly. They are by no means a love match, and no children are expected from their union. Some rumor that the Queen is baron. Others spin tales of the King and Queen bedding everyone in court but each other. Whatever the truth, you wont hear it from Airlia’s rose colored lips.

Attitude: Evil, for evil’s sake. She is a liar, a cheat, a thief, and a murderess. What she wants she takes and there are no questions in the matter. What she wants most recently, strangely, is something her husband might actually giver her unknowingly. She wants the chosen, and not to use their abilities. No, she wants to see them suffer.

Occupation: As Queen, her duties are found in her figurehead place at Mordaine’s side. She also takes particular delight in collecting information about possible chosen. Anything from reports of sightings to folkloric tales of strange happenings. She catalogs everything with a relish born of obsession.

Appearance: Airlia is a small woman, standing at a mere 5’5” and weighing maybe 100 pounds. She appears thin and delicately boned. A lady of breeding to her very core. Airlia

Other: There is a small distinguishing mark on the back of Airlia’s left shoulder. A birthmark, of sorts, shaped in as a crescent moon.

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Username: Esme Pink
Name: Lily Shinku
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Weapons: Bow and arrow.
Personality: Lily is one of the kindest souls you will ever meet. She is playful, flirty, and a little sarcastic, but she cares about everyone and everything. It takes a lot to get her angry, and she is very patient. She will sit quietly in a tree for hours waiting for an animal to walk by, and if she can't get a good shot she will wait even longer. She does her best to kill the animals she hunts quickly and painfully, not wanting to cause any pain. She goes out of her way to help people, and always has bandages with her in case someone is hurt. This can sometimes lead to trouble for Lily, as she will often get herself into danger by trying to help the wrong people.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
History: Lily was born into a middle-class family that had to work hard to make ends meet. They lived(and still live) near a wooded area, which they take advantage of for most supplies needed for living. Her parents didn't really have 'jobs' per-say, but they were sort of traveling merchants, selling meat, vegetables, wood, anything they could find that people might want. As soon as she was old enough, Lily joined her older brother, Franklin, in helping the family obtain things to sell. As he went out hunting, she would stay home and bake bread and whatever else she could from wheat and other things she grew behind the house.
One day, however, Franklin did not return home, and Lily was sure something had happened to him. Her parents went into the woods to search, leaving her home to do her work, and as they returned Lily's fears were confirmed. Her brother had been killed on a hunt. Tears rolling down her face, her parents forced her to keep working.
After that, her parents became very bitter and mean towards Lily. Forcing her to bake and hunt, she began training herself in Archery from the age of 13, the day after her brother died. She was strangely gifted with the weapons, to the pleasure of her parents, and she made sure to always pray before going on a hunt. She has only improved over the years, and she hardly ever misses a shot or loses focus. She now plans on leaving the house and going off on her own, wanting to find her 'true calling.'
Chosen of: Blodwen
Abilities: Heightened weapon wielding and able to talk to animals.
Appearance: Lily.
Other: Lily is a vegetarian--she hunted to feed her parents because her brother could not. She had her own vegetable garden behind their house that she used to feed herself since she didn't eat what she kills. Being a vegetarian, when she left her home she swore not to kill another animal for herself again, unless she was in grave danger. Lily is an excellent cook, and very agile.

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Username: Asialk
Name: Landon Carpathin
Gender: Male
Age: 56
Weapons: Just his staff used as a walking stick in most situations
Personality:Landon is very wise but has a doubting side to all of his knowledge, made wary due to his past. He is slow to open up to others his vast stores of information due to major trust issues not only in others but in himself.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History: Landon is a member of the Zornath clan that is in exile for treason against the clan. He was an integral part of the studies to capture the gods and is the reason that the King became so obsessed. Through his influence he was also a major part of bringing Mordaine into the current position of power that he is in. However when he saw the obscenities the younger man was willing to commit for the sake of power he lost his will to continue and attempted to destroy all of their work on the subject. Shortly after failing he fled the clan and his home barely escaping with his life.

Landon is an assumed name to keep his true name out of the ears of the king and his men. He has survived all this time hiding in the mountains adapting to every danger there. He has been working toward his last goal in life. Preparing himself to find the chosen and assist them against the corrupt king.

Attitude: Was once evil in nature, however has made the arduous transition to good.
Occupation: He simply lives to survive and learn more about the mountains he is in to assist him. Essentially he is a hermit.
Appearance: Landon
Other: Landon had found countless secrets of the mountain passes and is nigh unfindable when he wants to be, and can from his various lookout positions see most everything that goes on in the mountain pass favored by all the people of the kingdom.

Username: Equilibrium VII
Name: Equili Amarach
Gender: Male
Age: Late twenties
Weapons: Two Longswords (modified to be longer than normal). Both the Longswords are made of gold while the actual blades are coated with diamond for extra sharpness. He also has iron knuckles on his fists at almost all times and a bow almost as long as he is tall.
Personality: Equili is almost always calm and collected to the point of coldness, almost never experiencing any sort of heightened emotion. Death and suffering mean nothing to him but neither does the idea of a peaceful life. Because of this he is always searching for interesting and captivating things. Rarely does he smile with his mouth, but occasionally one can see that particular twinkle in his eye.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History: Even at the furthest reaches of his memory, all Equili can find is his training. The beatings, the torture, the blood- it filled his early life. The Zornath Clan- and a particularly cruel sect of it at that- found the young creature at a young age near a temple of Gerolan and immediately saw the potential. Big, though obviously a child, and visibly thick-skinned. A perfect warrior-type. They kidnapped him without hesitation and began to 'work' on him.

The beatings and torture made his thick skin calloused, making it almost as thick as leather. The pain continued until he was made numb to it. His will, even before his tenth birthday, was broken. Pretty soon his training became focused around quick movements. His height and mass made such training extremely difficult. Fights to the death fixed that. Armed with nothing but his fists Equili was made to fight against several men with swords and bows. It soon became apparent that he was not going to be dodging anything with ease; but running in a straight line was a different story. With his long stride and strong legs he was easily able to cover long distances in almost no time. Enemies that tried to run were caught with ease.

Finally came the weapon training. By then death was the same as life to the giant, making him a deadly foe. Reach, power, control- but his most dangerous asset was his acute mind. After experiencing the worst of mankind and constant battle, understanding an enemy in a fight became second-nature. The Zornath Clan were pleased with the monster they had created and, after many years of constant training, loosed him upon the world with a list of people that needed to disappear. Equili obliged and soon became infamously known as the "Bloodied Giant."
Attitude: Neutral
Occupation: Mercenary and murderer for the Zornath Clan
Appearance: Equili stands at an alarming 8'7" and weighs 360 lbs of almost raw muscle. His skin is scarred and had a feel of hard, calloused leather. Although a handsome man his height and general demeanor intimidate people almost beyond reason. If one manages to see them, a person would be able to see that his eyes are frosty blue in coloration.
Equili
Other: On the top of his right hand is a burned-on ancient symbol of the Zornath clan. If one were to pay attention though, a person might be able to see a partially burn-off tattoo of the god Gerolan.

The girl's petite frame fell back upon the bed with a relaxed sigh, as she stared up at the ceiling. It was true that the bed in the room she had purchased at The Curious Elk was not the most comfortable she had ever lain on, nor was it the cheapest, but it really did beat the hard ground upon which she had slept in the elements on her way through the forest. A few days of rest and respite here may be just what she needed, that was, until the locals became familiar with her, and perhaps noticed her, in which case she would have to take her leave. It wasn't easy being on the run. But it was better than being caught, although she had no clue what would happen to her if she was. All she supposed, was that for the amount of gold that was offered for her head, the prize for her would not be as desirable.

Azure kicked her boots from her feet, and turned sky blue eyes to look out of the window. She had not seen Zeru today. It was normal for her not to, it was only on the rare occasion that she saw the god that her made her his chosen, but it felt nice, and reassuring to know he was up there looking out for her. Although, she supposed she could not look to the sky all the time, for she would soon fall flat on her face due to things on the earth below it, as she had learnt all too well back at the temple, with the priests chiding her every clumsy move. And her father, for that matter. But that was back in the old days, when that tyrant was not on the throne, and she was free to live a practically normal life, just dotted with ceremonies, and sparring practices. But then, she had been placed on this earth for a reason. And that reason probably had something to do with the King.

Such pondering always filled her mind with what ifs. If the chosen were only meant to be born in times of need, then what if this King had not come to the throne? Would she still exist? What if there was no threat any more? Would she cease to exist alongside it? It all seemed rather grim, but it gave her something to strive for in life. Something that she knew she was meant to do, something that was her calling..

Azure returned her attention back to the ceiling and shut her eyes. For now, what she needed was not to work out her calling upon this earth, but a nice hearty nap.

“A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed
...It feels an impulsion...this is the place to go now.
But the sky knows the reasons and the patterns behind all clouds,
and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.”

"No one has ever properly answered his riddle..."

Ray let out a soft sigh as he walked through the forest. He had been walking for a couple of hours now. He knew that he would be there within an hour, but he was getting tired by now, he would probably have to take a small rest before he continued. He sighed and looked down. He had the feeling that somebody was watching him, but he still hadn't seen anyone. He was sure that if it was somebody who wanted to kill him, they would attack him while he was relaxing. He stopped 5 minutes later and sat down on a fallen tree trunk. He brushed some of his red hair away from his eyes and then looked up at the sky. Such a nice day... But he knew that the weather could change quickly.

He looked down as he heard something in the bushes near him. "Who is there?! Come out so i can see you!" He told her as he slowly stood up. But instead of a human voice, he heard some growls. "Great... Just what i needed..." He mumbled. Seeing the wolves walking out of the bushes, he sighed. It was probably those wolves that had been following him the last couple of hours. "Listen... I don't want to hurt you, you know?" He asked her while he watched them. But it didn't seem like any of them was going to listen to him. He sighed. "Fine... Lets fight then..." He told her while he watched them. At least there were only 5 wolves.

Seeing one of them jump towards him, he smiled slightly. His hand began glowing and soon after a fire ball started forming just above his hand. As the wolf got close enough, he threw it at it. The fire ball hit it right in the face and it fell to the ground. Of course the wolf wasn't dead, he wouldn't kill it. He heard the other wolves growl but he didn't care. Another fire ball now started forming in his right hand, and then one in his left hand! He threw the two fire balls at two of the wolves as the last two ran towards him, but he wasn't scared. Seeing the two fire balls hit, he smiled and started forming two new balls. Throwing them at the wolves, he smiled, they seemed to hit them. But just as one of them was about to hit, the wolf jumped over it and aimed towards him. He raised an arm and covered it with fire, he knew that the wolf would bite him, but it would run away as soon as it hits his arm.

He felt the pain in his arm, but also saw the wolf ran away. He sighed and let the fire disappear again. He looked down at his arm, seeing the blood running down, he sighed. It would probably be gone by the time he got to the town. He looked up at the sky again, seeing the dark clouds that was now forming above him. He would probably also be wet by the time he got there. And he was right... Not even 10 minutes later, it started to rain, which meant that he had to walk 50 minutes in the rain. This day probably couldn't get any worse. When he entered the city 50 minutes later, he was soaked, but of course he could get dry again within 5 minutes... He just needed a place where he could get some cover from the rain.

Seeing an inn pretty close to where he was, he smile, that would be the perfect place for him to get dry. He entered the inn and looked around, it was pretty full in there, but it was possible to get a table if he wanted to, but right now all he needed was a room.

"...Why should i spare your life?"

Just as Azure was beginning to fell herself being called into a deep slumber, she was roused from her drowsy state by a swift bang upon the door of her room. With lightning reactions, she jolted to a sitting position, before levering her feet over the side of the bed to the cold wooden floor, and pausing for a moment.

What was that? It sounded far too abrupt to be a quiet knock from the tavern wench or its owner, as they would want to keep their customers, so would not almost bash the door in. It had also only been a singular knock, so therefore it could not be someone trying to force their way in. It looked like on curiosity could find out the answer.

Azure pulled herself to her feet slowly, grabbing her longsword from where it had been leaning against the bed alongside her chest plate, and made her way towards the door in her tunic. Her hand wrapped itself around the handle, before pulling it open slowly, to see a blue haired boy standing there. She blinked a few times, before tilting her head on the side slightly in confusion.

"Can I help you?" she asked, keeping the sword hidden from view behind the door so as not to startle him, and also if this man was a threat, to hide her defence. Blue eyes spotting his hand rubbing the back of his head, she blinked again, "are you all right?"

“A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed
...It feels an impulsion...this is the place to go now.
But the sky knows the reasons and the patterns behind all clouds,
and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.”