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Elthrael Vol'Kerno

Interacting with: Yakeru
The encampment

"Good... your willingness to learn is refreshing, a legendary hero in the making perhaps? Yet temper your eagerness with caution. It takes much things to forge a legendary sword out of metal. It requires time, effort and patience and the knowledge in how to do it. A mentor hm? I had one myself many years ago who taught me how to fight and think, without that man I would not be whom I am this day. Many are the things which help shape us. Yet regard me more as a friend whose goals are aligned with your own." Elthrael said softly, holding up the red rose in his one hand while approaching Yakeru and one of the fireplaces. The moth's long white hair flickering in the wind alongside his light blue coat.

"Your motivation is a good one, I also seek to protect the world from those which seek to destroy it. Many are those who want nothing more than see all things to fall... and burn." The fae threw the rose into the fireplace, letting it become engulfed fully in the flames.

"Life whilst brief ought to not be taken lightly, make the best out of it and seize what you can with no hesitation. If you hesitate you lose time, if you run out of time. You die. But allow me to part unto you the greatest of mantras on how to best achieve that which you seek." The fairy walked up and attempted to walk besides Yakeru, motioning him to follow on a walk through the camp. The darkwinged fairy wasn't worried now about being discovered, as Yakeru seemingly hadn't ended up screaming at seeing him, why would the rest?

"Motivation is what drives people, but that alone is not enough, you require focus. Thus you must never forget your reasons for desiring power in the first place, neither must you allow the power to twist you into something else entirely. Always see to control the power and never the other way around. Help yourself first of all, to knowledge, wealth or powers. Only by becoming strong can you aid those who are not, or strike down those who are strong but oppose you. In order to help someone stand up, you must be standing up yourself. Put your focus where on what you want, and how important it is to you. What are you willing to sacrifice to achieve your goal? My advice is to sacrifice all but yourself, which would include your way of living, your mind and body." The fae blew out some air through his mouth and smirked, looking Yakeru over.

"Would you kill one good person to save a thousand? Knowing your answer to various possible scenarios can buy you valuable time. Given enough time and knowledge and you may be able to even foresee and prevent your own death or that of your dear comerades." The goldeneyed man gazed deeply into Yakeru's eyes, would the young man had met his scanning eyes head-on, he had to find out if his newly aqquired pupil would be willing to do what would be necessary to secure and attain control of whatever place they found themselves in. The youth of Yakeru was good, his mindset no doubt unspoiled by that of others who held ambitions akin to his own. The fae considered that he would no doubt have to find a female companion to the young boy later, someone which could help encourage him along the path which Elthrael desired to have him tread upon. Love and such matters were dangerous but also useful, for what loyalty is better than blind devotion? When another being loves another so much that they would be willing to butcher the entire world for their sakes. The fae was certain also that there had to be some female with power afoot, someone which he could introduce Yakeru to, if she was along for their plan. Or in the case they were not, he would have to seize the moment himself to make them view things more like the newly formed master and pupil. He didn't like the idea of him corrupting others, but rather he was restoring them to their natural form, their true selves.

"Never trust anyone, not even me, only trust people to do what's in their nature to do. A wary mind is a healthy mind, never underestimate a witful foe. It's not the physically powerful you've ought to fear the most, but the warriors able to use their brainmatters in combination with said other talents. Speaking of matters such as fear, many may consider fear itself a weakness, a thing of the cowardly. To me, it is only a natural thing. Fear keeps you alert, fear keeps you alive and from overextending yourself. If you are fearless, you are more likely to meet your demise fighting a foe you never expected could harm you. Think of all heroes of stories told to you, think even more of those who were never written of because they failed in their quest. What I am saying is that fear is a useful tool, both to conserve yourself but also to control others into doing what you desire. A tyrant on his throne may invoke fear upon his people, yet it is the same kind of fear which keeps him in check from pushing on too far lest he shall be overthrown. Some may consider the art of intimidation or threats to be unfit weapons of a hero, yet one cannot deny that it is a useful weapon to those who know how to wield it. And if it can bring about peace and order, why ought one not to use it? A power not used, is a power that never existed in the first place. Those who hold back on themselves are worse than others, because not only would they end up betraying the people they seek to aid by their lack of determination, but even worse... they betray themselves and their true wish. Like a king or emperor on his throne, inept and unable to shape the world around him, and instead only prolonging the suffering of the many. Or the great warlord who can only do war and never considered or want it to end." The fairy's wings opened slightly, his lips forming a slight smile. There was much words to be said, and even more work to be needing done. Yet the fae was patient and hopeful that Yakeru would indeed be a valuable ally in the tasks ahead.

"Use your anger, your desires and your sorrow as your focus along the way. View yourself as a creature that is slowly dying, as one could view life itself, and that the only way to keep yourself alive is to use your power of relocation. Make you fear losing your power, make you angry at the very idea that someone or something could kill many people because of your inability to control it fully. To look for error in oneself is a way to gather both anger and fear, then after that you may look for anger and fear in others to best control them. After all, a foe which you can have back down is one less you'd have to slay or qwell by other means. Fret not over the idea of using other creatures emotions to your benefit if they serve your goal, it is a small price to pay, as long as you remain incorruptable to those whom offer you false salvation and progress along the way." He chuckled softly, and pointed to the various people about in a discreet manner. Still trying to mentally gather himself to the likely fact that he no longer were in his homeworld and that humans at least to what he had seen so far dominated this world.

"How many of these people know what is going to happen? How many know who their true foe be? How they will sustain themselves, what results their actions will bring? It is easy to raise a banner, yet harder to keep one lifted and swaying without the backing required. Food and drink is just one of the things. Judging by the amount of people gathered, if this is the only part of this force then it might even better not exist to begin with. All they do is making themselves a target from those whose numbers are greater, to those whose wills are firmer and to those whose power will not allow their wishes to come true." The whitehaired mothman shook his head softly from side to side. He had seen it in the past, and was certain that it wouldn't be the last time he would see the lack of patience and naivity take form anew. Were it just a trait of the young? He doubted it. For by fae standards he was still young himself and could possibly live up to near twohundred years, if he played his cards well. Yet it wasn't the quantity of the years that he found appealing, but rather the quality and what they would amount to. Much things could be achieved in a short time if all things went well.

"If you have map or at the very least can provide me with the names of forces in this region, aswell as their stances then we may begin work right-away towards the grand design which you and I both seek. Peace and order, protection and preservation. Through control of yourself, control of your enviroment and those within it."

Elthrael dramatically turned around to face Yakeru., the young man which had moments ago refered to him as mentor and had so seemingly willingly given in to the offer provided. It had come as a refreshing change, an opportunity that would be too great to pass up for the fae. Someone who could relocate himself and possibly even others as he so wished, could be of infinite uses. The fae's mind went to thrones and the people sitting on them, how someone with such a power could easily both get in and out of their holds. An assassin? Possibly. But why settle for something so simple? The fae knew better, this young man, his willing pupil to be could become a ruler himself sitting on a throne. Yet Elthrael wanted to know more of the land and those within it before the next move could be taken, after all there would have to be forces that they could exploit and twist to their path. If a king was hated, seek not to overthrow him, but find his foes and aid them in becoming stronger and then seek to ally the king with others of ill respute to further draw the ill will of the people, his own and those outside.

A fae and a human, if there was such a thing as fae or beastfolk within this world, Elthrael wanted to find them. Spark their dislike of whomever held the greater control, if those people were human than Yakeru would be the shining example of how a human ought to be. Compare him to a human ruler and the ruler may come up short in their eyes. Provide both sides of a conflict with the tools needed to despise the other and there would be ample opportunity nor only to seize one throne... but all of them.

The goldeneyed fae allowed himself an internal chuckle as he thought of the possibility of controlling the pieces of the board he now found himself on until finally there would be one being remaining which would have control and order over it all. Himself.

"We shall linger here for just a brief moment in time, my young learner. To gather what we can. For these people are of little use to us right now, they are a liability. The one whom riled them up ought to tell them to return to their homes, where their anger and fear may better manifest itself for a coming future quest. After all we want to avoid a massacre which would serve as nothing more than fuel for wars to come. If you cannot safely achieve a checkmate, don't try it until all your pieces are in the right place for such a move." It was again with a smirk on his lips that the fae allowed his words to spew from his mouth.

"To build a tower, one must start at the base with just a few bricks, build too quickly and too carelessly and it can all crumble in on itself. To raise a tower to the ground, attack not the strong reinforced walls, attack the weak points and it will topple over." The fae illustrated with one of his fingers of how a tower could break in half by merely bending one of his fingers abit.

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Elthrael Vol'Kerno

The Encampment

Interacting with: Yakeru

Elthrael was amused by the reaction which Yakeru had given him, yet the amusement soon turned into surprise as the young human vanished before his eyes. The fairy widened his eyes before blinking, then instinctively jumping up into the air, his hand reaching for his swordgrip whilst his golden gaze scanned the surrounding area. What in the fae realms was going on? Certainly it was true that the humans he had encountered in the past held special powers unlike those of his kind, yet a power to simply vanish into thin air. Remarkable. Even those who practice light magic, such a thing is had been something only a few had been capable of achieving. And even still it wasn't done so swiftly.

It didn't take the fairy long to once again assume his normal composure and land on the ground again after his jump.

'Extraordinary... this boy is unlike any of the others.' The goldeneyed fae thought to himself, gazing around the area trying to see any hints of movement, his ears perking up in an attempt to hear him. It didn't take him long as there was a shriek nearby, from the inside of a tent? Elthrael's eyes quickly darted towards it, and his body seemed to almost ricochet from the loud pitched noise. 'Hnn?' It was then he saw the young man again, he had gotten to the inside of one of the tents before being relocated out again.

'What? How did he get there so quickly?' It did take him a moment before he realized what had most likely occured. 'Relocation... this boy can relocate his physical form?! Unbelievable. Now this is worth my time...' The fae settled back into his more laid back stance and watched the young man approach.

"Magnificent. To think one such as yourself has been bestowed with such a gift." He said softly whilst reaching with one of his hands to cup his own chin.

"More striking than a rose, more seductive than the moon. Place your life in my hand and I will let it bloom, drawn to the light so precious is ones life. Deserving nothing but the best of guides..." There was an almost hymn-like manner in which the fae allowed his words to meld together into sentences. The fae's right hand become enveloped by a faint yellow glow before a vine would form and twist into becoming a red rose which would quickly bloom.

"Allow me to assist you in mastering your power, in return I only ask for information about the people and this world. Things may not always be as it seems, what may be beautiful and alluring can also be poisonous and thorn ridden. I would hate for someone to exploit you for your power alone and negate you from your true wish. Don't you know? All beings have such a thing. Something they desire more than anything else, which motivates and drives them forth. Pray tell, what would you seek to use your power for? For your sake? Others? Some quest you've made for yourself hm?" It was an almost shimmering light from his cornerteeth as his lips formed a smile

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

Elthrael stood silent as the young man spoke, adept were those able to speak, yet even more so those able to listen.

"Yakeru? Short yet effective. Afraid I know not this big knight you speak of, yet it is refreshing to hear you have an eye for other individuals. The ability to discern truth from the lies, or greatness compared to ineptitude is a talent not all sadly possess to a higher degree. Whilst some may appear to burn brightly, they can also burn up really fast if they are not wary, alongside those which stick too closely thinking the heat can only keep them warm, never even considering it could put them ablaze." Elthrael said in a soft tone of voice, his fingers tapping slightly at his waist.

"My reason for approaching the flames lit here is not to bathe in someone elses light, but to gain a power far more useful than any other. Knowledge. I know not this foe these people seek to fight, nor do I know their reasoning for it. Therefor I cannot say where I stand in that, after all one is to inspect both sides of a conflicts in order to obtain a greater understanding of things. When it comes to disasters, they are sometimes not too far away, no matter what world you be in. No matter if you believe you are fighting for the good cause or merely a puppet of some evil. Yet disasters can be prevented if one can foresee them, but one can only do such things if there is order. Because chaos is exactly what it sounds like, unpredictable and dangerous, to those which seek to wield it and those caught up into it." The whitehaired fairy took a step forwards, his hair flickering in the wind as he did, his golden eyes scanning over the young looking human as if he were a book.

"A fine lesson for many. Wield the power, don't let it wield you. Always remember ones reasoning for desiring power in the first place, and never forgetting it. Those who betray their own hearts, can betray the entire world aswell. That said. I know your kind bears some special kind of power. Show it to me. Your magical power." He held out his left hand with the palm facing upwards, his fingers bending slightly as if he was holding unto a stone or an apple.

'Display to me your power, show me of your potential or lack thereof, young one...' The darkwinged fairy thought as his golden eyes followed Yakeru's every move, there was a high chance the young human would have both information about this seemingly odd place but also potentially be of some other use.

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

The encampment

Interacting with: Yakeru

The remaining core of the apple had been tossed away, and now that the fairy had his food he decided it was right about time to inspect the encampment. None had seemingly seen nor heard his arrival, either that or they paid it no mind. He rose to his feet on the branch he moments earlier had sat upon, before throwing his cloak away, letting it be carried away by the wind. His dark mothlike wings spread out slightly, showing the orange pattern on the inside of them, depicting large scary eyes.

Then the fae set off into flight towards the encampment, allowing the night sky to conceal him as best as it could, and as he got closer he waited for one of the men on guard to turn around on his patrol before sliding past him. The flames in the lit torches flickering as he did, causing the man he just passed to turn around, and see that there was none there. Elthrael quickly folded his wings, and then made his way past several tents and people who were overly noisy for his tastes. The darkwinged fae finally laid his eyes on a suitable target, a young human male by the looks of it.

'Humans hm? I cannot help but think I am not at home no more. Ahh, but where am I? Time shall tell no doubt. Or at least this one might just do that...' He thought as he quietly stepped forth from behind a tent, approaching Yakeru with soft steps.

"My my, If I am not mistaken that does sound like the winds of war.." The fae chuckled as he stepped into the more lit area of the encampment, his golden eyes becoming more flamelike the closer to the light he came, his mothlike wings folded but clearly visible. His horns protruding from his forehead much as his cornerteeth would be clearly visible in his smile. The wind picking up stray locks of his long white hair, a single hand resting at his waist.

"Yet one cannot help but wonder, against whom or what? For what purpose?" Elthrael said in a musing manner, a smirk crawling up on his lips as his eyes scanned the young man from top to toe.

"Ah... but allow me to introduce myself, I am Elthrael Vol'Kerno. A fairy, but not the one that is after your teeth. I have enough of my own as you can see..." The fae grinned while tilting his head slightly to the side, sliding a finger along his own cheek.

"Whom might you be then? An upcoming star upon the vast skies?" The fae asked, whilst his eyes scanned the surrounding area, his eyes being on almost as high alert as his ears.

Pretty much wrote an introduction post with some effects to it which may be seen/heard from a distance in case people want to check it out or react to it. Otherwise expect to see him approach :)
Elthrael Vol'Kerno

Outside the refugee camp

A dark blue portal began to manifest itself upon the starry night sky, slight bolts of magical lightning flickering before fiercely slamming into a hill just outside the refugee encampment. The flashing light of a bolt in the distance, and the rumbling across the skies akin to thunder. Then there was silence as the portal began to spin and twist as a lone shrouded figure began to fall through it, not at high speed but in a soft almost featherlike fall towards the ground below. The landing was soft, as the figures boots hit the solid earth of the top of the hill, having fallen a distance of a three-story high building, yet the hill itself was like a two story building by it's own. The portal didn't stop to spin or twist, smaller crackles of lightingsparks surrounding it before the portal seemed to devour itself, until it finally vanished altogether as quickly as it had come.

The darkhooded and cloaked figure which now found himself standing on the hill allowed his eyes to open to meet the sight of a new world, the golden orbs gazed at the surrounding area and the dark skies. Yet amidst all the darkness there was fire in the night. Campfires. Lit by those who sought refuge from the cold or other things no doubt. The hooded figure allowed himself a slight smirk as he raised his both hands as if to feel if they were still there. Much to his pleasure they were.

"Oh? My my... what have we here then? The moon is very red tonight..." The man said to himself as he stood there watching his surroundings which were most unfamiliar, as if he had been thrown into another world or something akin. It was the wind itself which first answered him, blowing against him, causing his cloak and hood to flicker in the wind. Strands of his long white hair soon following it. In the distance he could see shadows moving, close to the fires that was lighting up the dark. As if indeed they were beacons meant to draw attention to themselves.

The fairy's wings flickered momentarily just a slight bit as they were nicely tucked under the cloak, the man himself held out his left hand with the palm facing up towards the sky, then allowed his magic to flow through him channeling it. It felt as it had done so many times before, in a place other than here, to a time other than now. A lone vine began to form from the magic itself, sliding down and digging itself into the top of the hill, then the fairy took a few steps back while still allowing his magic to flow. It didn't take him long until the vine began to change and become bigger and branch out until it finally took upon the shape of a tree. And as soon as it had grown fully, the fairy cut his magic off and flapped his mothlike wings up to the highest stable branch of the tree and sat down there. It provided a little more of an advantage point than the hill, but it also felt more homely and he prefered to sit down whilst eating. He used his magic to form a red apple in his left hand and took a bite out of it, expecting it to taste different from before. Yet it was as sweet and juicy as it had always been, that very thing was even sweeter to him than the taste itself.

'Red the colour of love, passion, revenge and blood. How fittingly it clads so many, and how sweet it taste to those which seek it. Yet the sweetest of things can be oh so very poisonous...' He mused in his own head, as another smirk formed on his lips. His eyes gazing at the area in which he found himself. 'Soon there will no doubt be some meet and greet to do. Let see what greeting gifts can be arranged...' He thought in an amused manner.

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