<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Post Header</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="codeheader">Code: <a class="codeoperation" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatright][img height=300 padding=5][/img][/floatright][b]Name:[/b]<br/>[b] Location:[/b]<br/>[b]Warnings:[/b] <br/>[b]Open/Closed:[/b]<br/>[b]Direct Interaction Tags:[/b]<br/>[b]Mentioned Tags:[/b]<br/>[b]Actions Taken:[/b]<br/>[hr]</code></pre></div></div><hr/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Location: Expedition Camp<br/>Time: 1800 Hours<br/></span></strong><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/b2/5b/5d/b25b5d71ae728e81a1395619683677a4.jpg)<br/></div><br/>The expedition to the Wild Isles had been put together quickly but was well-funded and those hired were all expecting a sizeable sum upon its completion. Three large ships filled with crew and adventurers. The stated goal from the employer was simply to explore the Isles for resources, but many figured the Caste was searching for the worldstones... again. Nevertheless, the reward was high and many of those who accepted were of the less savory variety.<br/><br/>But not all of them. Some knew the Caste would have reasons to openly organize such an expedition, as they usually kept to themselves. Some knew even more beyond that, and others would have had a hunch. But no one knew for sure what was coming, and an air of unease held itself over the camp. At this time of the evening, the sun was falling beneath the horizon, highlighting the clouds of the storm that would be hitting within a few hours. Food was being prepared at the camp's kitchen, and a number of the adventurers had taken to sparring with one another to burn off the excess energy until they set out the next day.<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/OU8STeM.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kael Marielle Caliburn<br/><strong> Location:</strong>Expedition Camp -- Kitchens<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>Harassment, Racism, Threat of Violence<br/><strong>Open/Closed:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Direct Interaction Tags:</strong>None<br/><strong>Mentioned Tags:</strong>None<br/><strong>Actions Taken:</strong>Stepped in to stop some bullies, got bullied himself.<br/><hr/>Kael felt uneasy. He had not been near anyone who didn't know about his existence in so long, let alone such a large amount of them. His boyfriend and 'handler', Liam, was adamant that he would protect Kael if anything happened. Kael, though, did not want his lover to get wrapped up in human hate for demons. Hundreds of years had passed since the war, but many humans seemed content to carry the old wounds as if they were their own.<br/><br/>Kael and Liam walked towards the kitchens to get a meal for the night before perhaps bedding down. Liam wanted Kael to go out and meet some other people, but even wearing an overcoat that covered his scaled arms and legs wasn't enough to hide his identity. Indeed, his bound wings were a dead giveaway, and Kael felt as if introducing himself would only cause more issues. But as they approached the kitchens, they would come across an unsavory sight.<br/><br/>"I asked for some ale, stupid wench!" a burly man barked as he threw a mug at a serving woman. The liquid inside spilled all over her which made the man chuckle. "Now bring me something good, not this pisswater!"<br/><br/>"Sir, I'm sorry but that's all we have..."<br/><br/>"Is that so?"<br/><br/>Even though it would have been a good idea to simply stay inconspicuous, the young demon couldn't abide injustice. So as the man went on berating the poor woman, Kael moved forward. He held out a hand to Liam, trying to make the other male stay back. A moment later he grabbed the drunkard by the wrist before he could slap the woman.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't do that," Kael said softly, eyes burning slightly as he stared at the man. The woman let out a shriek at the sight of the demon, something that would undoubtedly bring some attention to him.<br/><br/>The drunkard looked back at Kael, grinning madly. "And what's this?" he growled. "Some fuck-off demon thinks he's hot shit, don't he?" he turned around and shoved Kael, who barely budged despite his smaller frame. "Ohhh, look at this boys!" four other men, presumably his crew, stood up and seemingly prepared to attack the demon. "I don't care what you think you are. You're nothing but a monster. Whoever let you live should be ashamed of themselves."<br/><br/>Liam stepped up to say something but hesitated when Kael held a hand towards him.<br/><br/>"Aw, what's this? Little demon's boyfriend wants to play too?"<br/><br/>Kael rumbled under his breath as he was surrounded, though he didn't seem ready to fight.<br/><br/>"Enough of this! This demon is under the protection of the Skri-Daal school of Bente! Back down, now!" Liam barked, though this seemed only to empower the men.<br/><br/>"Is that so? You need protection, is that it?" the first man drew a dagger and flicked it menacingly in his hand. "What're you doing here then? You know monsters dwell in the Isles? Monsters like you, too," he growled while pointing a dagger at Kael's face. "You should be put down before you try to kill us all."