<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ilian</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div>It was not unheard, most people didn't know about Sona whom wasn't well off, a merchant, or one of the elder races despite the fact it was the first major city. It was so exclusive that Noircliff Academy was suppose to be a legend lost in history, a mystical school of heroes that was never in the same place twice, but that could all be hogwash. He never personally knew of anyone whom seen it, but with the kind of crowd he had resigned with didn't seem the type to follow the rules of others.<br/><br/>As this stood, he's old life could still be catching up to him, it must be the only thing to worry about given his abrupt departure. It must be his paranoia as his tattoo even got an itchy feeling that burned  a bit into his shoulder. Then again that could be a bug bite.  Coming up from the south, his argent journey wasn't close to being over, there should be a town coming up that was the half way point to the City of Sona.<br/><br/><em>Sploosh!</em><br/><br/>It came out of nowhere and there was no warning, he was hit! Liquid fell out everywhere, cold and chilling, this was it, the final curtain! He was going to die right here among the sticky sweet smelling earth of emerald bladed grass! Oh, what cruel world to have him perish before ever reaching  place of freedom. -Wait, it's just water... Looks like he was hit with a very thin skinned watery vessel and someone- No, correction; somebodies were giggling about it. It was his Fae-blood that allowed him to see the outline of their bodies through the dense, dark canopy, to his eyes, the magic was like  light as it would be nothing to everyone else. They fluttered around above him, thinking they were out of sight, stopping to throw an item at him from different angles. [TN: 5]<br/><br/><strong>Combat Notes:</strong><br/>Roll your Skill Reading Movements to Evade<br/>Formula: Skill + 1/2 Agi [mod] = Beat TN]<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Faori</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/>Listening, the tree stared, not needing to blink as it watched the pale elf perching upon his nose more comfortably.  A moon elf, she claimed to be with pride, mentioning the other term might get a bounty on her head, though he could say for certainty he's never heard of a Wight elf and would never want to run into one. Death brings plague, and he was happy to be right where he was.<br/><br/>" Stand your ground, or avoid being found. Heavy be the heart that is hunted for gold, for their head is the way their fortune is sold.." The Tree agreed with a touch of concern that a misspoken word would get the little elf in trouble. He started to sway a little, a crackle as his bark creaked and moss snapped as he started to stand. His thick trunk was actually knees pulled up to his chest, those his roots stayed firmly planted as they began to rise above the canopy until  she could see the sun setting just two fingers over the horizon. The lights of Talia, the little nameless settlement marked on the map with a black diamond. It wasn't far, perhaps another mile up the road, though she could see what he was talking about. Sixty feet up in the air, she could smell warm, salty air from the ocean in the north, but it looked like it would be miles before she would get there.<br/><br/>" Ah, while I am rooted and have not travelled, mysteries of what lay beyond become unraveled. Stories and tales all circle my way, such secrets whispered will no longer stay. So leave me here 'fore dark, darling moon elf. Go North of Sona and find secrets yourself.." He offered a hand to take her down to the branches below. " Perhaps one day, we'll meet again. And at that time, for me, a story you will mend. I must go to the woodland and it I must defend, the night is coming and so much is  there to attend.  Good bye, little elf, good bye. " The large creature murmured, waiting to make sure she sees herself off before it got too much darker.