<br/><div class="floatright"><div style="text-align: right;">(https://i.imgur.com/7mqwaa1_d.webp?maxwidth=640&amp;shape=thumb&amp;fidelity=medium)</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name</strong>: Ledaal Alyx<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Tomb<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Night</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Actions</strong>: Identity Crisis</div><hr/><br/>Alyx was quiet as the bargaining with the ifreet went. She didn't have much to contribute, after all. Still, Alyx stayed on guard. The catgirl and one of the others looked to be flirting a bit. Odd time for that, but to each their own.<br/><br/><br/>Then the fey entered. Alyx slipped away in the chaos, needing to find a good point to fight from. She wasn't a straight up fighter, and certainly not against the fair folk. She needed something.... A weapon... anything.<br/><br/><br/>~~~~<br/><br/><br/>Knife in the Dark was looking down upon her city, fires raging across the skyline. The dragons had betrayed them, murdered the Deliberative in a surprise attack. Which meant they had to have help from the viziers. There would be nowhere safe.... At least her armor would keep her off the radar of Fate. Knife needed to find her bondmate though. If she was safe, then Knife would have no problem retreating away and planning for a future campaign of revenge. If only she could find her....<br/>~~~~<br/><br/><br/>Alyx wasn't sure what was going on. Golden light bathed her, obscuring her from the others. Somehow, somewhere, she had found a suit cloth armor dyed black with golden trim. Around her ankles were a pair of golden bracers, similar bracers around her wrist. She felt both alive and yet not herself at the same time. It didn't matter, either way. She had the tools now to effectively fight, and fight she would. Alyx was a cloak of golden light moving across the room, a blur of light and shadows. Golden throwing knives, echoed by ghostly copies, fly fast and true from her hands. The knives lodged in fair folk warriors, cutting them down before returning to her hands.<br/><br/><br/>The newly born Solar weaved around the counter attacks as they came. Alyx felt weightless, like she was flying through the air. A hobgoblin slashed at her with a sword of laughing faces and she merely danced lightly off of it's edge, giving the fey a knife to the throat for it's efforts. As another came up behind Iron Sand, Alyx let fly all the blades the bracer held, filling the air with knives both real and conjured from motes. The creature fell to the ground, impaled a thousand times over, before it's attack could even come close.<br/><br/><br/><strong> "There seems to be no end to these creatures."</strong>More of a statement than anything, really. But Alyx was just fine with this. She felt like she had enough energy to fight forever.