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“Stop please!” Florencia tries, but the tyrian wooshes past her. “Ugh, I can’t believe we’ve been tasked to do this!” Bullet begins, out of breath after chasing them. “We have to try a bit harder unless we want to resort to violence,” Andromeda growls, also short of breath. “Which we don’t want!” Florencia and Bullet cries out in unison. “Ahaha, I've been dubbed as vicious, no one is saved from my wrath!! What more is there possibly to have?” the tyrian stops for a moment in the air to ask this question, neon blue tail wavering gracefully yet violently with its wings. Just a day ago, the three vayrons has been tasked to stop the tyrian and its tyrant-like actions. For the time being, they weren’t having any luck. “Maybe next time we shouldn’t use the word please?” Bullet drawls, stomping on the ground angrily. “If you thought that asking was an option in the first place,” the tyrian swoops by them again to laugh. Andromeda pounces, as she had been waiting for it to make a landing taunt

“I need help.” These were the first words spoken by this vayron covered in mud and dirt. “Huh?” Florencia looked at the vayron in visible confusion. “And who might you be?” Bullet puts a paw down, looking at it up and down. Andromeda catches a golden glimpse from the poor try of a disguise. “Are you-?” The vayron jumps on her immediately, more to shush than attack. “Silence, they’re near here, I just know it.” Bullet looks at the vayron in bewilderment. “‘Silence’? Please, do tell, just who are you?” “Maybe we should try and get you cleaned up first?” Florencia tries, to soothe the animosity in the atmosphere. The dirtied vayron nods, shifting uncomfortably in the mud that was now drying and crusting away. The 4 vayrons move out of the inn, moving to a nearby water source. Andromeda tasks Bullet and Florencia to keep an eye out as she goes off to fetch a better disguise. “I wonder what Andromeda is hiding from us?” Bullet wonders out loud. : You mean what more she knows and what you

You wander about the seasonals festivities, partaking in events and joy all around until you see a vayron hastily trying to get their act together, using their magic to levatate the postcards and packages around themselves to try and ​get them under control. ‘Oh, drat…’ They mumble as you come closer, looking up at your reosean. With a gesture, they turn your attention to the package that they couldn't quite juggle around. ‘The festive season is far too busy. Mind delivering that for me?’ - Depict your Reosean with the Messenger. Do they accept the delivery without complaint? Or would they rather ruin someone's surprise and break the package. “Woah, careful there Florencia!” Bullet calls out as a package swoops past her green vayron friend’s head. “Ack-,” Andromeda turns to look for the vayron in charge of the power making the postcards and packages move around. “Oh, drat…” A deep but soft voice drifts from an area away from the booths. Bullet shrugs and begins to go over to the voice.

The festivals and booths have tons and tons of delicious meals and treats and sweets, most if not all home made by the residents of the continents all over Reos, As you approach one of the booths, a small vayron seems to be distressed as it is trying to rummage through some bags, trying to find something desperately. "You there! Please- help me. I can make the most delicious pie but I don't have enough berries with me!" - Depict your Reosean helping the vayron collect berries, make the pie, or maybe they destroy the chaser’s hard work. Andromeda, Florencia, and Bullet were making rounds at the festival’s booths of many treats. Suddenly, they were stopped. "You there! Please- help me. I can make the most delicious pie but I don't have enough berries with me!" A petit vayron runs up to a group of 3 vayrons. “The most delicious pie?” Bullet asks. Florencia bumps her friend jokingly. “Is that the only thing you heard?” “What is it that you need help with?” Andromeda asks as calmingly as

Warming themselves at one of the many bonfires that had been lit all over the festival grounds, Innesius and Florencia were discussing where to head next, as they were happy to get the cold out of their bones a bit. The two Vayrons from Vitalus were used to colder temperatures as they often went hunting in the high valleys of their homelands mountains, but winter nights got much colder in Roenden than they’d ever expected. “Bullet told me yesterday that somewhere on the northern edge of the festival grounds they used all the snow that was removed to build a snowcastle and some iglus to use as a tavern,” Innesius said. “Where is she anyway?”Florencia wondered, but before she could say anything about her late arrival, Bullet said approaching: “Right here, I had to help a neighbour whose roof was about to collapse from all the snow to clear it off. This winter is really harsh even for us Roendeners.” As Bullet had originally had the idea to visit the snowcastle and iglus, she led the

“Isn’t it quite weird that the three of us are on this trip right now?”, Bullet said as they took a smaller path which branched off deeper into the forest. “I have no idea what you mean,” Innesius replied. “We are two Vayrons from Vitalus and one from Roenden foraging for mushrooms deep in Warrenfalls forests, I feel like our talents would be used better in a different way,” Bullet explained. “Oh well,” Florencia spoke. “I think it’s good to do new things, it keeps your mind open. For the next hour, the three were concentrating on the ground next to the small path they were taking and got excited every time a mushroom crossed their sight. Bullet would usually pick it up and then give it to the others, afterwards all three declared they had no idea whether it was edible or poisonous and put it into their bags to later ask their friend in Fullcaster. This routine went on for quite a while, but eventually Florencia convinced the other two to take a break from the exhausting search near a

It was convenient that they’d set out to search for the mysterious stranger who had made the fishermen’s folk nervous on the coast of Vitalus. Blue and Cora were both citizens of Vitalus by birth right, but Bullet, a distant familiar who was visiting them for a few weeks before travelling further south, called Roenden his homeland and therefore wasn’t allowed deeper inside Vitalus. Blue had invited the other two to stay at the little cabin he lived in for much of the year, located conveniently between the harbor, fisher’s villages and Ebrus, one of the border towns guarding the main pass over the mountains into Vitalus’ inner lands. As they were spending time within some of the small pubs during the evenings, too often the three heard stories about the mysterious stranger lingering within the shadows to not get caught up in curiosity and had eventually decided to head out for a search. “How do you think it is possible that he has never been caught yet?”, Blue wondered. “It’s weird that

We’re back in Vitalus. Our story’s hero, Florencia, had just arrived at the gates of the Elder’s home when she suddenly got surrounded by a group of fighters. Shocked by the fighterses appearance, Florencia tried to think of her options as quickly as possible while keeping her appearance calm, with the later one being her bigger worry for now, as a nervous appearance couldn’t help. Firstly, she tried to remember what had happened in the moments before the encounter and remembered that there had been some noises which the Vayron had associated with critters, but might as well have been leaves crushed under a larger paw. As her next measure, Florencia tried to assess her opponents abilities and intentions. The earlier one quickly turned out to be a dead end, as the four Vayrons surrounding her were all heavily armed and seemed to carry each a different magical ability. One of them even seemed to possess the talent and knowledge - a rare combination - of fire magic’s usage. As Florencia