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    rosetyler got a reaction from moonpeace in Aveyond Holiday Gift Exchange   
    Please tell me I'm not too late to sign up T.T I've been MIA for far too long sighs
     
    Pretty sure everyone knows my fave pairing <3 Rhen x Lars!
     
    Anyways I can write one-shots or short fics
     
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    rosetyler got a reaction from BlackPrincess in rosetyler's Assorted AV1 Short fics   
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    Characters: Rhen D., Lars T.
     
    Idea: I've always wanted to write about the apprentice trials and I've ALWAYS wondered if Lars was present when Rhen was undergoing her test. 
     
    Note: HELLO, I AM BACK. At least, for a while. I know I've been MIA for quite some time aghhhhh >_< I am blaming real life for this, haha. So, to destress I decided to write this one shot. AGAIN, I can't seem to stay away from RxL. Please send help!
     
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    "Sword Singing novice students are required to undergo the mandatory trials. These trials are held to determine if novices are deemed worthy to be promoted to the next rank - apprentices. Students are required to be present by noon and no later."
     
    Rhen slapped the parchment shut and stared at it. It was wrinkled and almost torn at the folds, thanks to her constant fiddling with it. Taking a deep breath, she stuffed the parchment into the folds of her clothing and rolled her shoulders.
     
    "Calm down. You're ready. You're so ready for this."
     
    This was it. The apprentice trials she had trained so hard and countless days and nights for. She'd mastered every move her teachers had taught her and had excelled in both her practical and theoretical classes. So why was she so nervous?
     
    "Because of Lars Tenobor, that's why."
     
    Rhen groaned and covered her face. Why was she letting that jerk affect her, especially now of all times?
     
    "Because he excelled his apprentice trial easily, remember?" she answered herself again.
     
    The sorcerers' apprentice trials were held a week before and had caused a big hoohah in the Academy. Rhen hadn't been interested in attending it because one, she wasn't a sorcerer, so what was the point? And two, she had better things to do anyways, like train for her own upcoming trials. But her friend Anya had dragged her along, yakking on excitedly about how it is the trial of the year, how just about everyone is watching, and will she stop being such an "annoying needlehead and watch the damn trials already"?
     
    So Rhen had forced her legs to walk to the field, arms crossed awkwardly across her chest as she stood amongst her fellow sword singers and the sorcerers. She'd planned to linger at the back so she could make a quick getaway when it was done - but Anya pushed her to the front of the crowd and she'd stumbled into a clumsy stop.
     
    In the middle of the field stood the very person she loathed, giving his wooden staff a few warm up swings and occasional grins to his devoted, cheering audience. She tried blending back into the unrelenting crowd but the commotion attracted the attention of Lars.
     
    Rhen groaned as she recalled the conceited look he had directed at her.
     
    "Come to watch me, Peta?" he had said, tossing his staff in the air and catching it easily.
     
    "No."
     
    "Hm," was all he said, accompanied by an eyebrow raise.
     
    "Just here to check things out, so I know what I'll be facing next week," she replied unconvincingly.
     
    Lars laughed. "Very funny, Peta. Thanks for the joke, I really needed it. But you will never ever face anything nearly as amazing as what you're about to see."
     
    She had bristled, uncrossing her arms.
     
    "Oh yeah?"
     
    "You heard me."
     
    Things escalated. Rhen lost her temper and got herself into a heated argument with Lars. The cheering crowd simmered into an unsettling silence, although none of the two had noticed.
     
    "I am just as good as you are!"
     
    "You must be deluded into thinking you're better than -"
     
    "I bet my trial's going to be better than yours, too!"
     
    Lars ignored her and had started walking away, but he paused at her words and faced her slowly, a serious look on his face. He eyed her for a moment, then a slow smile formed on his lips.
     
    "Is that a challenge?"
     
    Rhen had been caught off guard but she lifted her head in defiance, heart beating fast. "Yes," she replied, her voice strong and clear across the quiet crowd.
     
    "So be it."
     
    Then it began. The whispers, the gossip, the news, spreading like uncontrollable wildfire throughout the Academy. It didn't help that there were many witnesses at the time of the issued challenge and that one of the professors had taken an interest in it. He even told Lorad, her mentor and teacher, about it.
     
    "Why didn't I just shut my big mouth?"
     
    Rhen leaned her head against the Academy's stone wall and sighed, cursing her inability to keep a cool head. Now the whole Academy was going to watch her fight her way through the apprentice trials. All eyes would be on her. And worse of all, the brat himself would be watching her.
     
    What if she failed -
     
    "No! Stop it. You can do it. You've prepared for this." She slapped her own face, attempting to remove herself from her own self-inflicted misery.
     
    "Five gold says she will fail the trials," came a loud voice from across the hall.
     
    Her jaw dropped. Rhen quickly peeled herself away from the wall and tiptoed toward the wooden door. She peeked through the cracks to see Anya and another sword singer.
     
    "Caleb! How could you? 10 gold says she's going to ace it." That was Anya, and she gave Caleb a hard whack on the arm.
     
    "A lot of faith you have there, Anya," replied Caleb as they walked further down the hall.
     
    "Of course, she's my friend. Also that Lars boy has been giving her nothing but misery ever since they both stepped into the Academy," was all Rhen heard before they rounded a corner and disappeared. She grinned at that, silently agreeing with Anya.
     
    That's right, Lars had been giving her nothing but misery ever since the day she struck him with a spell - unintentionally, mind you - through a stick back in Ghalarah. All she'd wanted to do was attend her classes and excel in her subjects in peace.
     
    But no, he had to spread rumours that she became a slave because she was a thief.
     
    That's it, then.
     
    Rhen gave herself a determined nod and took a deep breath. She's not one to back down easily - oh, never, she was Rhen Darzon afterall - and so she reached for her sword and headed for the field.
     
    ----
     
    The atmosphere was electrifying.
     
    Rhen knew how many students the Academy had; she just didn't know it was this many. The surrounding observation decks were filled - all three tiers. Those who couldn't find any seats were forced inside the buildings to look out through the windows.
     
    The crowd made up of red and brown flecks - red, the colour of the sword singing uniform, and brown, of the sorcerers'. Sword singing trials don't usually interest the sorcerers; but because it involved Lars, who was the most popular boy in school, and Rhen, the girl who dared challenge him - well, let's say it added to her anxiety. Her palms broke out in sweat and she wiped them on her uniform, forcing herself to take in deep breaths.
     
    Quickly, Rhen made her way through the thick crowd. To say she struggled was an understatement. She made her way through easily, for the crowd seemed to part and back away as if she had the Plague. All eyes were on her.
     
    "Hi," she muttered nervously to nobody in particular. 
     
    "Darzon! You're almost late," Lorad called out to her.
     
    Rhen winced.
     
    "I'm sorry, Professor Rethwell. I was having a little... trouble."
     
    Lorad clucked his tongue and shook his head gently. "Alright, get in line."
     
    Only ten sword singing students were marked as ready for the trials that year - Rhen being one of them - and her name was last on the list. She hoped that that would make the crowd lose interest and leave the field; one trial alone could take up quite some time. But the crowd didn't seem to change even when the number of students in line before her dwindled. In fact, there seemed to be more people, and Rhen wondered how that was possible.
     
    Very soon it was her turn.
     
    She watched as the boy before her got dragged away from the field by two other students, lying limply in their arms. Rhen swallowed hard. That was the sixth student to fail the trial today - she hoped she didn't make a seventh.
     
    "It's your turn now," whispered Anya, "good luck and may the Goddess guide you!"
     
    "Thanks."
     
    "And the next and final student, first in her class, sword singing student Rhen Darzon!" Principal Harald announced. The crowd went wild - or rather, the sword singing side of the crowd went wild, waving and cheering. The sorcery students watched on in stony but intrigued silence, watching her and exchanging occasional smirks.
     
    Rhen spotted Lars in the first tier at the very front. Typical of Lars to get the best seat, she thought. He was watching her with a snide and knowing look, raising his eyebrows at her.
     
    Ignoring him, she grabbed her sword and ran into the middle of the field, where the person in charge of conducting her trial was waiting. Lorad was holding a heavy sword twice the size of her own and a shield that could probably crush her if she wasn't careful-
     
    Rhen pushed the thought from her mind and plastered a smile on her face. Her professor returned it kindly.
     
    "Ready? Just like I've always taught you."
     
    "Ready."
     
    "You're my best student, Rhen... I want you - no, I need you to pass these trials."
     
    "I... I'll try," Rhen stammered.
     
    "Because you can't let that sorcerer boy win," Lorad continued, with a wink. She burst out laughing at that statement and tried to compose herself. She nodded determinedly. "I won't."
     
    Satisfied, Lorad gave her a quick bow. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest as she followed suit. The crowd quietened down as Lorad and Rhen drew their swords. They circled each other, each looking for an opening to start.
     
    Her professor was the first to strike. He swung and thrusted his heavy sword with lightning speed, actions almost impossible to follow. But Rhen, quick and alert, had no trouble matching Lorad. She was much lighter and smaller in size compared to him, and she used that to her advantage - striking when there was an opening and retreating when needed. Their blades flashed and clanged repeatedly, ringing and clashing. However, Lorad evaded her spells and songs easily, and that frustrated Rhen to no end. Already she's been struck thrice by his own, and if that kept up she would be the seventh student to leave the field without passing the trials. The thought of that happening motivated and undoubtedly scared her, so she continued giving her best.
     
    In the midst of sidestepping one of Lorad's spells Rhen's foot slipped on a smooth patch on the ground and she fell backward onto her back. The crowd gasped.
     
    Groaning, her fingertips touched the ground and felt something cool and smooth, something that felt like -
     
    Ice?
     
    Bewildered, she looked at the ice patch, which was already starting to melt under the hot sun.
     
    How is there ice on the field, in Veldarah, where it was summer all year long?
     
    Somebody laughed.
     
    Rhen narrowed her eyes, immediately recognising that obnoxious laughter. She looked up furiously and saw Lars laughing with his friends. When he realised she was staring at him he quickly put on a straight face and the icy blue tone on his fingers disappeared in a puff. He stared at her, feigning innocence.
     
    Why that little -
     
    "Rhen, watch out!"
     
    Rhen instinctively rolled away, narrowly missing Lorad's sword as it came swinging down heavily and piercing the ground where her head was just a moment ago. She stared at it in horror, then back at Lorad, where the call of the Siren was on his lips. The yellow energy that accompanied his blade - mere inches from her face - dissipated into thin air. She thanked the Goddess for the narrow escape.
     
    Before Lorad could yank his sword free she raised her own and sang, "Slide Thrust!"
     
    Her sword burnt a bright crimson and a burst of red energy exploded from its blade. The force sent Lorad flying through the air and he landed hard on the ground, the wind having knocked out of him. Swiftly Rhen kicked his sword in the opposite direction - then ran up to him and gracefully pointed the tip of her blade at his throat.
     
    For a moment there was silence - a silence so strong Rhen started to wonder if she'd killed her professor. But then Lorad flashed her a smile and the crowd went wild, erupting into a myriad of cheers and catcalls. Grinning, she slipped her sword back into its scabbard and helped her professor up.
     
    "Extraordinary!" boomed Principal Harald's voice. He was clapping along with the others and smiling hard. "Marvelous!"
     
    Lorad held her hand and raised it in the air, proudly showing off his student to the entire Academy. Unable to control her grin, Rhen waved to the crowd with her free hand, a trickle of sweat rolling down her temple. 
     
    "Well done," said Lorad, bowing. 
     
    "Thank you, Professor Rethwell," she replied breathlessly. Rhen imitated his action, bowing low at the waist. The crowd's response was overwhelming and she drank it all in, still unable to believe that she had passed her apprentice trials. By then everyone - sorcery students included - were on their feet, screaming and jumping.
     
    But it wasn't over yet.
     
    She scanned the crowd and found the one person she was looking for. Pressing her lips together, Rhen gave Lars a curt nod. He responded by rolling his eyes. Then, for reasons she couldn't comprehend, she found herself approaching her nemesis. Lars looked equally confused as she rapidly closed the distance between them.
     
    "So," Rhen started.
     
    "What do you want," he snapped.
     
    "Nothing. It's just... I passed my trials."
     
    "I never said you wouldn't."
     
    "Yes... but you did say I'd  never have one as good as yours. I believe the actual words were 'You will never ever face anything nearly as amazing as what you're about to see.' Well,  what do you think? Was my performance anything nearly as amazing as yours?"
     
    "Hardly," replied Lars haughtily, but he wouldn't look her in the eye.
     
    "Really?" she responded. He was fidgeting uncomfortably in front of her and she was enjoying every moment of it. Rhen decided to add more fuel to the fire - just because she could. "Because I think the crowd begs to differ."
     
    Lars looked up and around him. The cheers had decreased a notch but the crowd was still excited and hyped. Most of them seemed to have noticed the both of them talking too, judging by the way they nudged their friends and the way they were looking over curiously.
     
    This made Lars angry.
     
    "What are you staring at?" he growled at them. Then he rolled his eyes. "Whatever. What a waste of my time." Saying thus, he turned to walk away.
     
    Rhen watched his retreating back with a satisfied grin.
     
    "Oh... that felt so good."
     
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    I just finished remapping the maze to Avhren's lair  I really like it so I decided to take a screenshot to show you XD
     

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    rosetyler got a reaction from BlackPrincess in rosetyler's Assorted AV1 Short fics   
    A Bad Idea   Characters: Rhen D., Lars T.   Idea: Questions like "so who actually stole the elf statuette?" keep me up at night so I just wrote a quick piece lol. Also this is my first time trying out present tense so it might be weird at parts, please bear with me. I was trying to broaden my writing skills.   Note: I can't seem to stay away from RxL sigh XD

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    "This is a bad idea," Lars whispers.
    "We don't really have a choice." Steeling herself and taking a deep breath, Rhen hoists herself up onto the window ledge and swings her legs inside the house. She lands softly on the carpeted floor and moves away. Lars lands next to her, just not as gracefully. He knocks an unknown object, sending it clattering to the floor.

    "Shh!" she whispers fiercely. "You're going to wake the people!"

    "It's not my fault! It's so dark I can barely see my fingers."

    Suppressing an urge to roll her eyes, Rhen lifts her arms and slowly makes her way through - what she assumes is - the hall, blinking hard in hopes of getting her vision adjusted to the darkness. Lars knocks into something behind her and he swears again.

    "What a brilliant idea," he growls sarcastically behind her.

    "Quit whining. We'll just grab the statue and bolt... hopefully with no problems."

    "'You're both small in size. Also, you're both the youngest'," Lars mimics, "What a load of crap. Te'ijal should be doing this. Her night vision wouldn't be a problem."   She ignores Lars' comment. Her outstretched fingers come in contact with a wall. She feels her way around it, bringing them into a room. But Rhen misses an armchair, planted right in front of her, and she ends up stubbing her toe - hard - on one of its cold metal legs.   "Ow!" Tears spring into her eyes. Rhen reaches for her toes and groans when she feels wetness on her fingers.   "Shut up! Do you want to get us killed?" Lars hisses.   "My toe!"   "What about it?"   "I stubbed it. And I think it's bleeding."   Lars clucks his tongue. Rhen can imagine him rolling his eyes. She hears movement behind her. "Where is it," he whispers.   "Where is what?" she replies, annoyed.   "Your TOE. Where is your toe!"   "Oh, sorry!"   "Give me your foot!"   Rhen eagerly obliges. But she misjudges in the darkness and her foot comes in contact with Lars' face instead. It hits him right in the nose and he loses his balance, falling backwards on the ground.   "Damn it! I'm so sorry, Lars!"   Lars makes no reply; instead he lets out a squeak of pain.   Suddenly an angry voice calls out from the top of the stairs across the hall, accompanied by the faint glow of candlelight. "Who goes there?!"   "Oh no."   Panicking, Rhen reaches for where Lars had fallen and grabs onto what she assumes is his robes and pulls him up. "Hurry, someone's coming!" she hisses.   Lars pushes her forward. "Hide!"   "Show yourself!" Angry footsteps start descending the stairs and approaching them at a steady pace.   "But where?" Rhen whispers urgently.   The approaching glow from the candle illuminates the room they are in through the door. In its dim light Lars spots a couch by the far wall. He points to it.   "Behind that couch! Go!"   Quickly they head for the couch and pull it away from the wall, enough for the two of them to squeeze in behind. In their haste and panic, Lars trips and lands, back first, into the space they have created. Rhen follows suit in a tangle of arms and legs and lands squarely on top of him, earning a pained "Oof!" from the sorcerer.   "My leg!" Lars whispers frantically. Rhen cranes her neck to see his blue-clad leg sticking out. She presses her hands against the floor and lifts herself, trying to give him room to fold his leg in. But the candlelight fills the room and it is too late to reposition themselves. They remain in an awkward position, staring at each other with wide eyes.    The voice starts speaking again.   "Who is it? I know what I heard!"   Heart beating fast, Rhen squeezes her eyes shut and holds her breath, praying hard that the unknown man would leave and head back to bed. Below her Lars also stops breathing.   "Come out," says the man in a singsong voice, "I know someone's here. Who is it? Is it YOU, Gerard?"   Rhen suppresses yet another urge to roll her eyes. What’s wrong with this guy? All she wants to do is to get the statue and get out of his hair. Why was he being so difficult? She sighs internally, arms trembling from the strain of holding herself up.   "Dear, what are you doing out of bed?" a female voice drawl.   At last.   Rhen meets Lars' gaze and she tilts her head upwards, hoping he will understand what she is going to do. He understands and nods, mouthing, "Slowly."   Lifting herself, she peeks out from their hiding place, careful not to make any sudden movements. She sees a woman in a nightdress standing at the door. Dismissing the woman, Rhen gives the room they were in a quick sweep. They are in a nicely furnished living room. There was a hearth, a few bookcases and that dreadful armchair. And there, in the corner, stands a statuette of an elf, the statue the thieves had requested and the item they are there for. Satisfied, she slowly lowers herself, mentally taking note of the statue's placement.   "I heard something," the man replies gruffly.   "There's nothing, dearie. You're just jittery," the woman replies. "Come back to bed, love."   The man says something inaudible and walks away.   "Finally," Lars mouths angrily.   The candlelight dims as the man joins the woman at the door. They head back up the stairs together and the living room is once again shrouded in darkness. But Rhen and Lars remain still. Only when a distant door open and shut did Lars let out a tired sigh. They shift into more into a more comfortable position and look at each other in the darkness.   "Now what."   "We wait a while. They might still be awake," she replies.   "That was too close. And I think my leg is dead."   "Tell me about it," Rhen whines, rubbing her arms.   "Hey, it's harder for me. ME! I'm LARS TENOBOR, cousin to the Empress, youngest sorcerer the Isles have ever seen and what am I doing? Breaking into people's houses!"   "Whatever."   "Don't you whatever me-"   "Anyways it's for a good cause," Rhen interrupts lamely. It is too dark but she is pretty sure Lars rolled his eyes when she said that.   A silence falls between them.   "Might as well fix your toe while waiting," he says suddenly, reaching for her ankle. Rhen lets him hold it and winces when he places his hand over her abused toe. Tingling healing magic courses through her foot and the pain subsides.   "Thanks," she whispers.   "No problem."   "You should get your face fixed too."   "What about it?"   "I hit you pretty hard. You might have broken something..."   "Ugh," was Lars' only reply.   Smiling to herself, Rhen slowly makes her way out from behind the couch. Mentally picturing the living room in her head, she heads straight for the corner where the elf statuette is placed. Behind her Lars also stands up, cursing at his numb leg. Her fingers touch cold stone and she wraps her arms around the statuette, lifting it from its pedestal.   "Got it," she whispers triumphantly.   "Good, let's go."   "Need some help."   Together, they hoist the heavy statuette between them and head back to the window from which they had entered.   "Do you know the penalty for stealing from a noble's house?"   "Lars-”   “DEATH.”   “Like I said, we need this statue to help the King, so I'm pretty sure we're forgiven."   "Ah yes, 'it is for a good cause'."   "Shut UP, Lars. And let’s get out of here."
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    rosetyler got a reaction from BlackPrincess in rosetyler's Assorted AV1 Short fics   
    A Bad Idea   Characters: Rhen D., Lars T.   Idea: Questions like "so who actually stole the elf statuette?" keep me up at night so I just wrote a quick piece lol. Also this is my first time trying out present tense so it might be weird at parts, please bear with me. I was trying to broaden my writing skills.   Note: I can't seem to stay away from RxL sigh XD

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    "This is a bad idea," Lars whispers.
    "We don't really have a choice." Steeling herself and taking a deep breath, Rhen hoists herself up onto the window ledge and swings her legs inside the house. She lands softly on the carpeted floor and moves away. Lars lands next to her, just not as gracefully. He knocks an unknown object, sending it clattering to the floor.

    "Shh!" she whispers fiercely. "You're going to wake the people!"

    "It's not my fault! It's so dark I can barely see my fingers."

    Suppressing an urge to roll her eyes, Rhen lifts her arms and slowly makes her way through - what she assumes is - the hall, blinking hard in hopes of getting her vision adjusted to the darkness. Lars knocks into something behind her and he swears again.

    "What a brilliant idea," he growls sarcastically behind her.

    "Quit whining. We'll just grab the statue and bolt... hopefully with no problems."

    "'You're both small in size. Also, you're both the youngest'," Lars mimics, "What a load of crap. Te'ijal should be doing this. Her night vision wouldn't be a problem."   She ignores Lars' comment. Her outstretched fingers come in contact with a wall. She feels her way around it, bringing them into a room. But Rhen misses an armchair, planted right in front of her, and she ends up stubbing her toe - hard - on one of its cold metal legs.   "Ow!" Tears spring into her eyes. Rhen reaches for her toes and groans when she feels wetness on her fingers.   "Shut up! Do you want to get us killed?" Lars hisses.   "My toe!"   "What about it?"   "I stubbed it. And I think it's bleeding."   Lars clucks his tongue. Rhen can imagine him rolling his eyes. She hears movement behind her. "Where is it," he whispers.   "Where is what?" she replies, annoyed.   "Your TOE. Where is your toe!"   "Oh, sorry!"   "Give me your foot!"   Rhen eagerly obliges. But she misjudges in the darkness and her foot comes in contact with Lars' face instead. It hits him right in the nose and he loses his balance, falling backwards on the ground.   "Damn it! I'm so sorry, Lars!"   Lars makes no reply; instead he lets out a squeak of pain.   Suddenly an angry voice calls out from the top of the stairs across the hall, accompanied by the faint glow of candlelight. "Who goes there?!"   "Oh no."   Panicking, Rhen reaches for where Lars had fallen and grabs onto what she assumes is his robes and pulls him up. "Hurry, someone's coming!" she hisses.   Lars pushes her forward. "Hide!"   "Show yourself!" Angry footsteps start descending the stairs and approaching them at a steady pace.   "But where?" Rhen whispers urgently.   The approaching glow from the candle illuminates the room they are in through the door. In its dim light Lars spots a couch by the far wall. He points to it.   "Behind that couch! Go!"   Quickly they head for the couch and pull it away from the wall, enough for the two of them to squeeze in behind. In their haste and panic, Lars trips and lands, back first, into the space they have created. Rhen follows suit in a tangle of arms and legs and lands squarely on top of him, earning a pained "Oof!" from the sorcerer.   "My leg!" Lars whispers frantically. Rhen cranes her neck to see his blue-clad leg sticking out. She presses her hands against the floor and lifts herself, trying to give him room to fold his leg in. But the candlelight fills the room and it is too late to reposition themselves. They remain in an awkward position, staring at each other with wide eyes.    The voice starts speaking again.   "Who is it? I know what I heard!"   Heart beating fast, Rhen squeezes her eyes shut and holds her breath, praying hard that the unknown man would leave and head back to bed. Below her Lars also stops breathing.   "Come out," says the man in a singsong voice, "I know someone's here. Who is it? Is it YOU, Gerard?"   Rhen suppresses yet another urge to roll her eyes. What’s wrong with this guy? All she wants to do is to get the statue and get out of his hair. Why was he being so difficult? She sighs internally, arms trembling from the strain of holding herself up.   "Dear, what are you doing out of bed?" a female voice drawl.   At last.   Rhen meets Lars' gaze and she tilts her head upwards, hoping he will understand what she is going to do. He understands and nods, mouthing, "Slowly."   Lifting herself, she peeks out from their hiding place, careful not to make any sudden movements. She sees a woman in a nightdress standing at the door. Dismissing the woman, Rhen gives the room they were in a quick sweep. They are in a nicely furnished living room. There was a hearth, a few bookcases and that dreadful armchair. And there, in the corner, stands a statuette of an elf, the statue the thieves had requested and the item they are there for. Satisfied, she slowly lowers herself, mentally taking note of the statue's placement.   "I heard something," the man replies gruffly.   "There's nothing, dearie. You're just jittery," the woman replies. "Come back to bed, love."   The man says something inaudible and walks away.   "Finally," Lars mouths angrily.   The candlelight dims as the man joins the woman at the door. They head back up the stairs together and the living room is once again shrouded in darkness. But Rhen and Lars remain still. Only when a distant door open and shut did Lars let out a tired sigh. They shift into more into a more comfortable position and look at each other in the darkness.   "Now what."   "We wait a while. They might still be awake," she replies.   "That was too close. And I think my leg is dead."   "Tell me about it," Rhen whines, rubbing her arms.   "Hey, it's harder for me. ME! I'm LARS TENOBOR, cousin to the Empress, youngest sorcerer the Isles have ever seen and what am I doing? Breaking into people's houses!"   "Whatever."   "Don't you whatever me-"   "Anyways it's for a good cause," Rhen interrupts lamely. It is too dark but she is pretty sure Lars rolled his eyes when she said that.   A silence falls between them.   "Might as well fix your toe while waiting," he says suddenly, reaching for her ankle. Rhen lets him hold it and winces when he places his hand over her abused toe. Tingling healing magic courses through her foot and the pain subsides.   "Thanks," she whispers.   "No problem."   "You should get your face fixed too."   "What about it?"   "I hit you pretty hard. You might have broken something..."   "Ugh," was Lars' only reply.   Smiling to herself, Rhen slowly makes her way out from behind the couch. Mentally picturing the living room in her head, she heads straight for the corner where the elf statuette is placed. Behind her Lars also stands up, cursing at his numb leg. Her fingers touch cold stone and she wraps her arms around the statuette, lifting it from its pedestal.   "Got it," she whispers triumphantly.   "Good, let's go."   "Need some help."   Together, they hoist the heavy statuette between them and head back to the window from which they had entered.   "Do you know the penalty for stealing from a noble's house?"   "Lars-”   “DEATH.”   “Like I said, we need this statue to help the King, so I'm pretty sure we're forgiven."   "Ah yes, 'it is for a good cause'."   "Shut UP, Lars. And let’s get out of here."
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    A Bad Idea   Characters: Rhen D., Lars T.   Idea: Questions like "so who actually stole the elf statuette?" keep me up at night so I just wrote a quick piece lol. Also this is my first time trying out present tense so it might be weird at parts, please bear with me. I was trying to broaden my writing skills.   Note: I can't seem to stay away from RxL sigh XD

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    "This is a bad idea," Lars whispers.
    "We don't really have a choice." Steeling herself and taking a deep breath, Rhen hoists herself up onto the window ledge and swings her legs inside the house. She lands softly on the carpeted floor and moves away. Lars lands next to her, just not as gracefully. He knocks an unknown object, sending it clattering to the floor.

    "Shh!" she whispers fiercely. "You're going to wake the people!"

    "It's not my fault! It's so dark I can barely see my fingers."

    Suppressing an urge to roll her eyes, Rhen lifts her arms and slowly makes her way through - what she assumes is - the hall, blinking hard in hopes of getting her vision adjusted to the darkness. Lars knocks into something behind her and he swears again.

    "What a brilliant idea," he growls sarcastically behind her.

    "Quit whining. We'll just grab the statue and bolt... hopefully with no problems."

    "'You're both small in size. Also, you're both the youngest'," Lars mimics, "What a load of crap. Te'ijal should be doing this. Her night vision wouldn't be a problem."   She ignores Lars' comment. Her outstretched fingers come in contact with a wall. She feels her way around it, bringing them into a room. But Rhen misses an armchair, planted right in front of her, and she ends up stubbing her toe - hard - on one of its cold metal legs.   "Ow!" Tears spring into her eyes. Rhen reaches for her toes and groans when she feels wetness on her fingers.   "Shut up! Do you want to get us killed?" Lars hisses.   "My toe!"   "What about it?"   "I stubbed it. And I think it's bleeding."   Lars clucks his tongue. Rhen can imagine him rolling his eyes. She hears movement behind her. "Where is it," he whispers.   "Where is what?" she replies, annoyed.   "Your TOE. Where is your toe!"   "Oh, sorry!"   "Give me your foot!"   Rhen eagerly obliges. But she misjudges in the darkness and her foot comes in contact with Lars' face instead. It hits him right in the nose and he loses his balance, falling backwards on the ground.   "Damn it! I'm so sorry, Lars!"   Lars makes no reply; instead he lets out a squeak of pain.   Suddenly an angry voice calls out from the top of the stairs across the hall, accompanied by the faint glow of candlelight. "Who goes there?!"   "Oh no."   Panicking, Rhen reaches for where Lars had fallen and grabs onto what she assumes is his robes and pulls him up. "Hurry, someone's coming!" she hisses.   Lars pushes her forward. "Hide!"   "Show yourself!" Angry footsteps start descending the stairs and approaching them at a steady pace.   "But where?" Rhen whispers urgently.   The approaching glow from the candle illuminates the room they are in through the door. In its dim light Lars spots a couch by the far wall. He points to it.   "Behind that couch! Go!"   Quickly they head for the couch and pull it away from the wall, enough for the two of them to squeeze in behind. In their haste and panic, Lars trips and lands, back first, into the space they have created. Rhen follows suit in a tangle of arms and legs and lands squarely on top of him, earning a pained "Oof!" from the sorcerer.   "My leg!" Lars whispers frantically. Rhen cranes her neck to see his blue-clad leg sticking out. She presses her hands against the floor and lifts herself, trying to give him room to fold his leg in. But the candlelight fills the room and it is too late to reposition themselves. They remain in an awkward position, staring at each other with wide eyes.    The voice starts speaking again.   "Who is it? I know what I heard!"   Heart beating fast, Rhen squeezes her eyes shut and holds her breath, praying hard that the unknown man would leave and head back to bed. Below her Lars also stops breathing.   "Come out," says the man in a singsong voice, "I know someone's here. Who is it? Is it YOU, Gerard?"   Rhen suppresses yet another urge to roll her eyes. What’s wrong with this guy? All she wants to do is to get the statue and get out of his hair. Why was he being so difficult? She sighs internally, arms trembling from the strain of holding herself up.   "Dear, what are you doing out of bed?" a female voice drawl.   At last.   Rhen meets Lars' gaze and she tilts her head upwards, hoping he will understand what she is going to do. He understands and nods, mouthing, "Slowly."   Lifting herself, she peeks out from their hiding place, careful not to make any sudden movements. She sees a woman in a nightdress standing at the door. Dismissing the woman, Rhen gives the room they were in a quick sweep. They are in a nicely furnished living room. There was a hearth, a few bookcases and that dreadful armchair. And there, in the corner, stands a statuette of an elf, the statue the thieves had requested and the item they are there for. Satisfied, she slowly lowers herself, mentally taking note of the statue's placement.   "I heard something," the man replies gruffly.   "There's nothing, dearie. You're just jittery," the woman replies. "Come back to bed, love."   The man says something inaudible and walks away.   "Finally," Lars mouths angrily.   The candlelight dims as the man joins the woman at the door. They head back up the stairs together and the living room is once again shrouded in darkness. But Rhen and Lars remain still. Only when a distant door open and shut did Lars let out a tired sigh. They shift into more into a more comfortable position and look at each other in the darkness.   "Now what."   "We wait a while. They might still be awake," she replies.   "That was too close. And I think my leg is dead."   "Tell me about it," Rhen whines, rubbing her arms.   "Hey, it's harder for me. ME! I'm LARS TENOBOR, cousin to the Empress, youngest sorcerer the Isles have ever seen and what am I doing? Breaking into people's houses!"   "Whatever."   "Don't you whatever me-"   "Anyways it's for a good cause," Rhen interrupts lamely. It is too dark but she is pretty sure Lars rolled his eyes when she said that.   A silence falls between them.   "Might as well fix your toe while waiting," he says suddenly, reaching for her ankle. Rhen lets him hold it and winces when he places his hand over her abused toe. Tingling healing magic courses through her foot and the pain subsides.   "Thanks," she whispers.   "No problem."   "You should get your face fixed too."   "What about it?"   "I hit you pretty hard. You might have broken something..."   "Ugh," was Lars' only reply.   Smiling to herself, Rhen slowly makes her way out from behind the couch. Mentally picturing the living room in her head, she heads straight for the corner where the elf statuette is placed. Behind her Lars also stands up, cursing at his numb leg. Her fingers touch cold stone and she wraps her arms around the statuette, lifting it from its pedestal.   "Got it," she whispers triumphantly.   "Good, let's go."   "Need some help."   Together, they hoist the heavy statuette between them and head back to the window from which they had entered.   "Do you know the penalty for stealing from a noble's house?"   "Lars-”   “DEATH.”   “Like I said, we need this statue to help the King, so I'm pretty sure we're forgiven."   "Ah yes, 'it is for a good cause'."   "Shut UP, Lars. And let’s get out of here."
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    rosetyler got a reaction from Specter in rosetyler's Assorted AV1 Short fics   
    One Last Night   Characters: Rhen D., Lars T.

    Idea: I wrote this in under 3 hours because I had sudden RxL feels. This happens the night before they face Ahriman for the first time. Rhen has a tiny moment of weakness but i got carried away and added more 

    Note: Ahem... suggestive themes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) they are human after all ehehe I was trying SO HARD to cover the fact that I was a hardcore Rhen x Lars shipper but as you can see from the titles I've written, well, not doing a very good job at that lol

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    The sorcerer sat on a ledge by a window, staring out into the dark Southern night. They'd retired to an inn in Veldt just a while ago and as always, the party separated and had gone about their own business. Lars chose to watch the sky and brood about what they were to face the next morning.
    Escorting the last druid to Aveyond had been exhilarating. But the quest wasn't over and he knew it. They all knew it. The real danger was out there; ready for them to face it, ready for them to face him. Rhen was handed the legendary Sword of Shadows and Eithera had given them the location of Ahriman's Lair, and then they were promptly kicked out of Aveyond to finish the job. It turned out the demon's lair was in the basement of Eithera's Temple, which was in the Southern Isle, and the party headed there (perhaps for the last time) with heavy hearts. And as he stared out into the purple night, Lars couldn't help but feel as if the end had come.

    The sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor and Lars looked up to Rhen turning the corner. She hadn't noticed him.

    He watched silently as she approached him, her feet dragging against the floor. Then she looked up and blinked, surprised to see him.

    "Hey," he said.

    "Hey," Rhen replied.

    "What's wrong with you?" he asked, then quickly rephrasing his sentence, "I mean, what's the matter?"

    "You wouldn't believe it if I told you, Lars."

    "I've seen a lot of unbelievable things throughout this journey, Rhen. Try me."

    She sighed, almost sadly, and clasped her hands together. "I am afraid, Lars. We've come so far. We defeated daevas, we saved druids. We encountered goblins, wyverns, werewolves, three-headed snakes, demons... we've met the Elf people, we've seen vampires, we've been into the nightmare realm..." Rhen trailed off.

    Lars said nothing and waited patiently for her to continue.

    "We've done all of that and yet, I've never felt afraid. Scared, yes, I've felt scared. I felt scared when this quest was bestowed upon me. I felt scared when we faced Nanghaithya for the first time. I felt scared when I found out I was the lost Pendragon. I felt scared when I thought the clock was a fluke and couldn't slow Aesma down."

    Lars laughed. "Yeah, I remember that."

    Rhen smiled a distracted smile. "But that was nothing, nothing compared to the fear I got when I held the Sword of Shadows, Lars."

    "What happened in that room?" he asked gently, referring to the secret room Rhen had entered to retrieve the legendary sword.

    "Fear, fear is what happened. I saw it on the pedestal and I reached out for it. The minute my fingers curled around its hilt I felt this immense fear within me, Lars. I was afraid. I mean, this is it. We are finally about to face him. Ahriman. But what if we fail? What if we are not able to stop him, to bring him down? All of the things we've done up until now will be, would be, for nothing," Rhen exclaimed, flinging her hands up in the air in exasperation.

    "At this point, I truly understand if any of you were to back out of this quest. You can leave too, Lars, please, I don't and won't hold it against you. Ever."

    By now Rhen's eyes had gone as wide as saucers and had filled up with tears.

    "Rhen. Stop it. Listen to me. You are not alone and won't ever be. We are with you, all of us. We will face him and bring him down together. You're the Chosen One. You will be able to finish this. You were prophesied to bring down the Dark Lord himself. Please don't think of yourself that way."

    "I am also human. This is a matter of life and death. We might die, Lars. We might die, right there, in his lair and that scares me. No, it terrifies me. What about you? Doesn't that scare you?"

    "It... it does. But we would have done our best. So if we fail - if we die - then so be it; we die together."

    Rhen looked down. "Why are you doing this? I'm giving you a way out. Please don't make this any harder," she whispered.

    "A way out?" Lars gave a soft laugh, shaking his head. "I've been with you since the very beginning and trust me when I say this: I will continue doing just that, every step of the way, until we kick Ahriman's ass. Besides," he said, winking, "I don't want you hogging all the glory to yourself."

    Rhen let out a sad, relieved laugh, her tears finally spilling down her cheeks from the corner of her eyes.

    In a sudden bold move, Lars got off the ledge and placed a hand on her cheek, cupping her face. Rhen closed her eyes (causing more tears to spill out) and pressed her face against his hand, saying nothing.

    "Please don't cry," he whispered.

    Rhen continued to say nothing. Watching her cry reminded him of the old days. Pained, Lars hesitated, then opened his mouth to speak. "I- I am sorry, Rhen, for what I did to you in the past," he said in a broken voice.

    She opened her eyes and gazed at him curiously, tiny teardrops stuck onto her eyelashes.

    "Lars... why this again? You've apologised in Sedona. And you've done so much more to prove that it wasn't mere words."

    "Because... because I think about it every day. Every single damn time I think about the abuse and the torture I inflicted on you, every time I think about how I did nothing while my mother hit you - oh God, Rhen, I am so sorry..." Trailing off, Lars looked away painfully, unable to meet her gaze.

    Rhen reached up to touch his face. "The slave trader captured me, not you. It wasn't something you could've controlled."

    "But after that, Rhen! After that! When you came to our house..."

    "Back then, you were a child, Lars. An ignorant child, but a child nonetheless."

    "That is not an excuse, Rhen, and you know it."

    "Okay. Yeah. That was... pretty bad. Horrible, actually," she said in a low voice. She held his face so that she could look at him. "But I've forgiven you for that. Yes, it was traumatising, it was painful, but I've forgiven you. You changed. You apologised. You're my friend now. Please don't beat yourself like this up anymore."

    Lars held her gaze, giving her a small nod.

    "In a way, in a weird kind of way, if the kidnapping hadn't happened, I wouldn't have met you. All of this wouldn't have happened," Rhen continued.

    Then, on a sudden impulse, she tiptoed and pressed her lips against his'.

    Lars remained still and she pulled away to find him gaping at her in stunned silence, his lips parted and his eyes wide.

    "Oh. Oh. Oh shit. I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did that," Rhen stammered. She pulled away from him, wringing her hands nervously. "I... I'll leave now. I am so sorry."

    She started heading down the corridor.

    Lars quickly grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "No, wait," he said, "don't go."

    "I shouldn't have done that," she said, avoiding his gaze.

    "No, you should've, and sooner, too," he replied. He slipped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips on hers. Rhen returned his kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. Hidden longings and desires were affirmed as the teenagers enveloped into an affectionate embrace. The sorcerer deepened the kiss and the sword singer tightened her hold around him, as if afraid he would slip from her grasp.

    "I've... I've been wanting to do that for a very long time," Lars said breathlessly, once they broke apart for air. He pressed his forehead against Rhen's and closed his eyes, his arms never leaving her waist. Sighing, he whispered, "Rhen Darzon, I trust you with my life."

    Being so close to him for the first time, Rhen studied his open, honest face. His brown skin was tanned a few shades darker (thanks to the vicious Southern sun) and he had a scar on his eyebrow, given to him by a wild bat when they ventured into Halloween Hills. His brow was strong and his jaw was firm and rough under her fingertips. He had a slight frown on his face and his thumb rubbed the small of her back. Exhaling and closing her eyes, Rhen placed her hand on his heart. "Lars Tenobor, I, too, trust you with mine," she replied sincerely.

    Lars pulled his face away, an amused laugh escaping his lips. "That... that sounded like we were exchanging vows of some sort," he said playfully, his face pink.

    Rhen laughed and her cheeks turned red. "It does, doesn't it."

    "Yeah," he replied, then lowering his face for another kiss. Rhen stood on her toes, her lips meeting his. Then she pulled away despite his protest.

    "So, um..." she whispered.

    "What?"

    "What do you suppose people do after exchanging vows?"

    "I don't know," he replied, impatient to kiss her again.

    Rhen smiled and murmured, "Well, they..." She left the sentence hanging and leaned forward to kiss Lars, slowly and surely, on the neck. His skin was warm. Her hands moved up his chest and he did not stop her; instead, he inhaled sharply at the unexpected move and made an inaudible sound. Gathering all self-control, he gripped her shoulders and looked at her, wildly searching her face for a clue to her thoughts. "Rhen... surely you don't mean..."

    If Rhen's face was red before then it was burning now. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hid her face in his chest, blushing furiously. That alone gave him confirmation on her thoughts and all doubts he had were gone in an instant.

    "Are you sure...?" he asked carefully, sincerely, in a low voice.

    "Only... only if you want to," she replied.

    Lars didn't need to be asked twice. Assertively, he pinned her against the wall and kissed her hungrily. Rhen giggled against his lips. "Is that... is that your answer, Lars Tenobor?" He responded by tightening his grip around her waist. Then he pulled away, eyes heavy-lidded. "Let's find someplace more... comfortable," he said. He turned away from her.

    "Wait!" Rhen cried, grabbing the front of his robes. He stopped and watched her, wondering about the sudden redness in her cheeks and ears. Lars pressed his forehead against hers once again, cupping her face.

    "What? Having second thoughts?" he asked, amused.

    "No! Not that," Rhen said huffily. She patted his robes, stalling. Lars waited patiently, watching her with a crooked smile on his face.

    "Um... this is, this is really dumb - and not at all relevant - but uh... this... this..." she stammered.

    "Yes?" he cajoled.

    "Well, this... this is my... uh... my first time," she blurted out, rushing the words. Groaning in frustration, Rhen buried her face in his chest.

    Lars' mouth turned up into a wicked grin.

    He enveloped her in an embrace and whispered in her ear, "This is my first time too."

    "Really?" she asked curiously.

    "Really," he confirmed, "and... thank you for telling me. You told me it wasn't relevant but your face said otherwise. If it is relevant to you, then it is relevant to me. And by the way, you look absolutely dashing with those pink cheeks."

    Rhen groaned again. "Let's go," she whispered, breaking away from him and walking down the corridor.

    Lars went after her and linked his hand with hers.

    Grinning, they ran down the corridor with their linked arms swinging between them, their anxieties and burdens disappearing for the night.
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    rosetyler got a reaction from Queen-of-Ice101 in rosetyler's Assorted AV1 Short fics   
    Welcome to Ghed'ahre
    Characters: Rhen D., Lars T., Te’ijal R.
    Idea: I'm pretty sure the party faced conflict when they first entered Ghed'ahre also tweaked a bit of things, such as not buying the garlic necklace. This happened after they defeated Nanghaithya, so their relationship would've improved after realising that they shouldn't take their lives for granted.
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    The town was quiet when they reached its gates. Rhen Darzon thought it odd and surveyed her surroundings. She nudged at a weathered signboard, the words "Ghed'ahre" hastily scribbled across it in drippy red paint.

    Her companion, Lars Tenobor, looked up at the sky.

    "Since when did it get so dark?" he asked.

    Rhen followed his gaze. She stared up into the sky then back to the road from where they came from. They'd left the tavern just a little after morning, she was sure of it, and then trekked across Halloween Hills. It had been a bumpy journey but it couldn't, shouldn't, have taken them the entire afternoon.

    At most, they'd travelled three hours, maybe four, tops. So for it to be dark so quickly, it was indeed strange.

    "It's the hills," she said, pointing, "they cast really long shadows, and we've been going downhill, maybe that's why it feels like night." Sure enough, if they'd paid attention earlier they'd realise that the town was nestled away in the dark shadows at the foot of Halloween Hills, on a downward terrain that made it difficult for the sun to shine across, even in the hottest of afternoons.

    "Well... this place gives me the creeps," Lars said behind her. He kicked a rock, sending it flying.

    She nodded.

    "Yeah. It's so strange. Where is everybody? Vohu Manah said the druid Rashnu resided in this town, didn't he?" Rhen looked around the quiet town again, frowning.

    Lars didn't reply.

    Rhen suddenly felt uneasy and swiftly unsheathed her sword, whirling around in the process, only to see Lars' arms held behind his back in a tight one-arm grip, his silent captor's other hand clamped firmly on his mouth. Rhen saw Lars' eyes widen in a wild panic and his irises darting about as if to warn her of something. The warning came a tad bit too late and Rhen felt someone kick the sword out of her hand. The sword went clattering to the ground and before she could go after it she felt the sharp tip of a blade pressing against her neck.

    "Don't go having any ideas, missy," a voice said from behind her.

    Rhen stood completely still; the blade was extremely close to severing her neck and she didn't want to risk anything. The person holding the blade against her throat laughed, and it wasn't a pleasant one.

    "What's this... Overlanders?"

    Rhen saw two, then three, and then a huge number of people approach them from the shadows of the houses. They emerged as if they were the shadows themselves, soundlessly and wordlessly. Their skin were stretched and pale to the point of being grey and their eyes, hooded in their sockets, were now staring intensely, with an uncomfortable interest, at the newcomers.

    A woman stepped forward from the crowd, smiling. Her hair was black as night and her skin was a pasty, sickly grey. She laughed and said, "Overlanders again. Do you people never give up?"

    "It seems they never do, Eva," a man in the crowd said.

    "What are you talking about?" Lars growled, managing to free his mouth but not his arms. Rhen struggled too but quickly she realised it was no use. She saw Lars' staff lying a distance away from him and her sword laying nowhere near her.

    They were done for.

    Ignoring Lars, Eva laughed a high, chilling laugh and turned to Rhen, smiling.

    Rhen decided instantly that she did not like that smile.

    The woman waved at the person behind Rhen to move the blade away from her throat. The person complied, then grabbed Rhen's arms and gripped them tightly behind her back.

    "Look at you... so beautiful, so alive..."

    "Listen, we're not here to harm anybody, we swear, we just-" Rhen started, but the woman cut her off.

    "Ahh yes, yes, I'm sure you're not, whatever," Eva replied absently, tracing a cold finger down Rhen's temple to the base of her neck, the action sending chills down Rhen's spine, "... you see, girl, we were always, ALWAYS caught off guard. But this time... we were READY."

    "What are you talking about?" Rhen cried.

    "It matters not, now," Eva said, grinning. Then, quick as lightning, she gripped Rhen's cheeks and tilted her head up, exposing Rhen's neck. The milky white skin of Rhen's throat, flushed red with her struggles and anger, seemed to glow bright in the low light, and Eva was not displeased.

    "Mm... it's killing me that I can hear your blood rushing through your skin so clearly... what torture. And it's also not helping that you smell... so... tasty," she murmured, bending close and sniffing Rhen's exposed skin.

    "What are you doing-"

    Rhen felt the woman lick her neck and she flinched.

    "Don't you DARE try anything," Rhen spat. She struggled, again, to fight off her captor but was held back by the same extraordinarily heavy grip, one she couldn't understand.

    Rhen knew she wasn't THAT physically tough, but the countless training at the Academy under Lorad had made her not only strong but had also heightened her agility and speed. She knew she could've easily taken one person down, even with a blade pressed against her neck, if she were quick enough. She did, after all, defeat the demon Nanghaithya with Lars... so why was it so hard this time for this bunch of crooks?

    "Hey, leave her alone!" Lars said angrily. "What do you want with us?"

    The woman straightened herself and laughed, revealing two elongated canines, sharp and eager.

    Rhen gaped, realisation dawning upon her.

    They’re not crooks; they're Vampires!

    "Vampires!" Rhen echoed her thoughts.

    "Vampires," Lars repeated faintly, all colour leaving his face.

    The woman narrowed her eyes, which Rhen now realised, were blood red.

    "Oh, as if you didn't know, Overlanders. Drop the act; we know you're here to stake us... one by one," Eva snarled.

    "Stake you? Why would we do that?" Rhen said incredulously.

    Eva hissed. "Isn't that what all of you Overlanders do? Come into tiny little Ghed'ahre, kill us and make us your trophies. Is that not what you're here for? Too many times have we been unprepared, too many times have we lost our brothers and sisters. Well, not this time, right?" Eva directed the last sentence to the crowd, who murmured in agreement, eyes glittering.

    "Are you crazy?!" Lars cried.

    "Yes, are you crazy?" Rhen repeated, glaring at Eva. She let her temper get a hold of her, a grave mistake Rhen later learns she should not have made. "Why would we do that? Trust me when I say this; we're not here to kill anybody! We're here on a mission and I'd like very much for you and your friends to let us go or I swear to the Goddess I will-"

    "You will... what?" Eva interrupted quietly.

    The atmosphere changed and Rhen immediately regretted her words. The vampires did not like and did not take to threats lightly; it was obvious in Eva's steel-like gaze. Rhen's heartbeat quickened.

    "Oh, oh it's not good, dearie, to throw threats when you are so pitifully outnumbered and helpless, you know," Eva drawled.

    "No, wait! I didn't mean I was going to kill you. I'm sorry! I swear we are on a mission! We're here to see-"

    "Lies!" Eva hissed, cutting Rhen off. Deciding she was done speaking to Rhen, the woman turned away and focused on the struggling Lars. Smiling, Eva gripped his face firmly.

    "Hey, don't touch me," Lars snapped, but Eva ignored him and pressed her lips against his. Lars made an inaudible sound and Eva released him, licking her lips. Then, without any warning, the woman threw a lightning quick punch at him, hitting him hard in the gut.

    Lars fell to his knees, the wind having knocked out of him. With his arms still held behind his back, Lars was unable to do anything but wheeze and double over in pain.

    Seeing this, Rhen panicked.

    "Lars!"

    Immediately, all the training and lessons she learned with her professors back at the Academy on how to face or react during tense situations like these flew out of the window. She turned to Eva just as the woman was about to throw another punch.

    "Stop! Stop it! Don't do it! Why can't you just believe us when we say we come in peace?"

    She paused, but when Rhen saw that Eva was not listening and was in fact, lifting her arm up to give Lars another hit, she panicked again. She started talking again, words flying out of her mouth.

    "We're not here to kill you! We're sent by the Oracle! On a quest, on a mission! Ahriman! Demons! Attacking the druids! Must warn them, must save them! We're here to see the druid Rashnu!" Rhen exclaimed in a rush. Then, taking a deep breath, she screamed, "AND HE MIGHT BE IN TROUBLE!"

    For a moment a heavy silence hung in the air.

    Breathing heavily, Rhen risked a glance over to the crowd. Mention of the druid's name seemed to have an effect on them for they started murmuring. Even Eva lowered her hand and turned around to face her.

    "Don't lie. You're just saying this so we'll let you go," Eva said, voice dripping with malice, "And then when we let you go, you'll turn around and stab us in the back with a stake when you think we're not looking. Don't think we don't know these tricks of yours."

    "It's the truth!" Rhen pleaded.

    "Nice try. Oh well, it's been good knowing you like this, girl, but I think it'd be greater knowing you as my dinner."

    "No!"

    Eva approached Rhen, baring her fangs, and Rhen squeezed her eyes shut.

    "That's enough, Eva," a clear voice rang out from behind them.

    Another silence hung in the air.

    Rhen opened her eyes but in her position, was unable to turn around to put a face to the voice but the look on Eva's face made her wonder who it was, for the person made Eva sneer, and if Rhen hadn’t been so close to death just a moment ago, she would’ve smiled at that.

    "Oh, you."

    "Let them go. I believe that they are speaking the truth," the voice said again.

    "Oh, you're so sure, are you," Eva replied sarcastically, "...but then again, someone like you would believe all the hogwash escaping from this girl's mouth."

    The owner of the voice stepped into view, and the first thing that Rhen noticed was the lone streak of white in the shocking red of the woman's hair.

    "Let them go, Eva. Seriously, do they look dangerous to you? They're children. And are they even carrying stakes with them? Go on, go ahead, check their things," the red-haired woman said. Two men stepped forward and ransacked Rhen and Lars' knapsacks eagerly, only to be disappointed when they found nothing but bread, folded cloaks and aquifolium.

    "Well, then, there you go," the red-haired woman said, with a smile.

    The crowd, Rhen noticed, had slowly started disperse when the two men could find no stakes in their knapsack. Eva noticed this too, and turned back to the red-haired woman.

    There seemed to be a moment of uncertainty, but finally she spoke.

    "Alright then, fine. I don't believe a word she says but I'll let it go, just this time, just this one time. If anyone dies today at the hands of these two humans, it will be on you, Te'ijal, remember that," Eva said, then turning to Rhen, "How unfortunate, girl... and I was looking quite forward to knowing you better... as my dinner. Don't think I've let you off the hook; I'll be watching you, oh yes, I'll be watching you very closely indeed." At this Eva stalked off and Rhen felt the grip on her arms loosen as her captor ran after Eva.

    In front of her, Lars was also released and the man disappeared off into the shadows silently. Lars fell to his feet, groaning.

    Heart in her throat, Rhen grabbed her sword, tucking it in her scabbard. She then grabbed Lars' staff and ran over to him.

    "Lars! Speak to me!"

    Lars laid down on the grass, turning onto his back. "Damn that woman... she's crazy," he muttered, "and that hurt like hell." Groaning, he placed his hands over his abdomen and started murmuring the words of white healing magic. A faint white glow emitted from his palms, swirling and wavering as it came in contact with his clothing. It then absorbed into him and disappeared. Rhen watched quietly, still gripping his staff.

    When he was done, Rhen handed him his staff and Lars accepted it gratefully.

    "Feel better?" she asked.

    "No... just numbed the pain. Pretty sure she broke my rib," he said, getting to his feet.

    "I'm sorry, Lars, it was because I threatened her she did this to you."

    He was just about to wave off her apology when someone cleared their voice. Rhen turned to see the red-haired woman, standing in the same spot. Suddenly feeling awkward, Rhen got to her feet and slowly approached their saviour.

    "Thank you... for saving us. If you hadn't come, I do not know what would've become of us," Rhen said, gesturing to herself and to Lars.

    "Well, I believe you, humans. Besides, you don't look like the usual vampire hunters we see. You're much too... soft," the red-haired woman said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Te'ijal Ravenfoot."

    "Rhen. And he's Lars."

    "Hi," Lars said, giving a feeble wave.

    "Well then, Rhen and Lars, best you be off on your mission, what is it, to warn Rashnu? To save the druids?" Te'ijal said, starting to walk away.

    Rhen frowned.

    "Wait! Why do you believe us?"

    "I know Rashnu. In fact, the whole town does. He's a good person. He protects this town. And if he's in trouble, as you said, we would want him to get all the help he needs. Speaking of which, we haven't been seeing him around, so he might have landed himself in some trouble. That's why I believe you."

    "Thank you," Rhen said, "wait, please, how do we repay you? We don't have much gold, and well, we don't have much actually but..."

    Te'ijal laughed.

    Rhen decided instantly that while she did not particularly like this woman’s laughter, she did not hate it either, and she was fine with that.

    "Foolish human, I have no interest in gold. I do however, long to walk the lands of the Overworld," she said, looking up into the dark sky, "but the sun will surely kill me." Turning to Rhen, Te'ijal continued, "But I have heard of a lotion that deflects the sun; if you find such lotion and give it to me, I'll consider that as repayment. How's that?"

    Rhen grinned in relief. "I will! I'll keep a lookout for it."

    "Great, looking forward to it, human. Oh, and, Rashnu’s shrine can be found in that cathedral, over there," Te'ijal said, pointing to a distant church in the middle of the town. She then turned her back and walked away.

    Rhen watched until Te'ijal disappeared into shadows, then turned around to see Lars shaking his head.

    “I don’t trust her either,” he said.

    “She saved us. She saved our lives. You and I would’ve been vampire dinner if it wasn’t for her."

    "But still, vampires. I only read about them in books; never expected to encounter one in my entire life," Lars muttered, as they began making their way into town. They didn't meet any more of the vampires on the way but curtains twitched and shadows flickered, making Rhen feel uncomfortable. She knew the locals were watching them, watching their every move.

    "Yeah, I still can't believe it."

    "Well, believe it. She almost ate you," Lars said.

    "Don't you think I know that," Rhen snapped, recalling the moment where Eva licked her neck. Instinctively, she pulled up the collar of her uniform around her throat, hiding any exposed skin. "That was very, very close. Much too close for comfort. I really thought I was going to die.”

    “Imagine that, the Chosen One, dying at the hands, at the fangs, of vampires.”

    Rhen made an annoyed sound. “I didn’t know they were so hostile about Overlanders. I also didn’t know about the whole staking of vampires being an issue in these parts. How barbaric. You know, now that I think of it, I don’t really blame them for behaving the way they did.”

    “Ever the kind-hearted one,” Lars said, rolling his eyes, “After what she did to me? I’m never letting that go.”

    “That was because I threatened her first. I’m sorry, Lars. But, er, you know, she kissed you," Rhen said, looking around absently. She noticed, not for the first time, at how quiet Ghed’ahre was, not a sign of crickets or critters alike as they approached the looming Cathedral.

    "Don't. Don't remind me. Her lips were cold. It felt like death, actually. You know what, let's just rescue the druid and get out of this place. Like I said, it gives me the creeps."

    "Couldn't agree more, Lars."
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    I Know

    Characters: Rhen D., Lars T.

    Idea: I got the idea from a prompt (from Tumblr). The minute I read the prompt I just went, omg, that's totally Rhen x Lars. hehe! so here’s something I wrote under half an hour...

    Note: Might be mushy...
      ---

    Rhen couldn’t hold her liquor, but she wasn’t about to tell anybody that. Especially not to Lars, who had a knowing smirk on his face.

    “Give it to me,” she ordered.

    Elini poured her a tiny glass of Veldt’s best and handed it to her. Rhen snatched it and gave it a careful sniff.

    “Chicken,” Lars said.

    “Shut up,” she retorted, narrowing her eyes at the deep red liquid.

    “You have to take it all in one swig to enjoy its maximum flavour,” Elini said helpfully.

    “I know,” Rhen replied. She took a deep breath and slowly brought the glass to her lips. On the other side of the table, Lars turned to Te'ijal and Galahad. “She won’t be able to do it. She’s a pansy,” Lars told them. The vampire just smiled, amused by the spectacle in front of her.

    Rhen glared at Lars. “Shut up. I’ll do it. Just watch me.”

    “Rhen, don’t…” Dameon warned.

    “Sure. Go ahead,” Lars interrupted condescendingly, failing to control the laughter bubbling at his lips.

    Determined to wipe that smug smirk from his face, Rhen tilted her head back and took the liquor in one shot. She forced herself to swallow the rich, bitter liquid, wincing internally as it burned her throat. When she was done, she slammed the empty glass down on the table in front of her and gave her companions a victorious smile.

    They stared back at her, mouths agape.

    “Did she just -” Lars started.

    “See. Told you I could do it. Look who’s the chicken now,” Rhen said childishly.

    Her companions did not reply. They continued their open-mouthed stares, with the exception of Lars, whose mouth opened and closed as a goldfish’s mouth would. Rhen frowned disapprovingly at their silence.

    “What, no ‘Wow, that’s amazing, Rhen!’, no ‘We’re sorry we ever doubted you, Rhen!’?” she cried. Rhen crossed her arms huffily. “I can hold my liquor just fine, thank you very much.”

    The awkward silence continued.

    Lars side-eyed Elini and the demon-summoner shrugged. Annoyed with the silence, Rhen clucked her tongue. “What is it? Never seen a sword singer drink? Well, congratulations, you have!”

    When she got no reply, Rhen sighed.

    “What is it with all of you? Fine. Stay silent, I don’t care. But what is it with this Veldtian weather? It’s so hot, I feel like a piece of roasted meat. I need a bath,” she said, rising unsteadily. Rhen lost her balance and fell back on the couch, groaning.

    “The human does not look too good,” Te'ijal chimed in.

    “Nonsense. I’m fine.”

    Dameon went to her side. “Rhen, how are you feeling?”

    Rhen waved the sun priest away and giggled. “I said, I’m fine. You know what’s not fine? What’s not fine is your hair, Dameon. Your hair’s not fine.”

    Dameon turned red and Lars burst out into laughter.

    “What is so funny,” Rhen slurred, pouting. She made another attempt to get up from the couch. Lars also rose from his seat and quickly wrapped his arm around her waist before she fell.

    “You definitely can't hold your liquor,” he said, still laughing.

    “You’re so mean,” she mumbled.

    “Sorcerer, please take her to my guestroom before she empties her stomach’s contents all over us,” Elini said humourlessly as she refilled the empty glass. Te'ijal nodded, reaching for the drink. “Dishonour!” she drawled jokingly.

    Still laughing, Lars half-supported, half-dragged Rhen into one of Elini’s spare bedchambers. Her legs failed her during the final steps and she crumpled to the ground in a heap.

    “Get up,” Lars said. When Rhen made no response he rolled his eyes. He reached for her and carried her over his shoulder.

    “You’re so funny, Lars,” she said suddenly.

    “Mm,” he replied, almost inaudibly. He carried her to the bed.

    Arms tightly wrapped around his neck, Rhen refused to let go when Lars tried to dump her on the bed. Struggling, he lost his balance and they landed in a tangle of arms and legs. Groaning, Lars rolled his eyes again.

    “Ugh, never drink again, Rhen,” he said.

    “Your hair is so soft. Like feathers,” she purred, ignoring him. She patted his head, grinning.

    “You’re impossible. And so easy to rile up.”

    “Shut up and kiss me, seaweed head,” Rhen mumbled.

    “Look who’s talking,” Lars replied, then obeyed her orders and pressed his lips against hers. Rhen whispered once they broke apart for air.
    “What?” he asked.

    Another mumble.

    “Come again?”

    “I said, I could beat the shit out of you,” she murmured.

    Grinning, Lars replied, “I know.”
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    One Last Night   Characters: Rhen D., Lars T.

    Idea: I wrote this in under 3 hours because I had sudden RxL feels. This happens the night before they face Ahriman for the first time. Rhen has a tiny moment of weakness but i got carried away and added more 

    Note: Ahem... suggestive themes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) they are human after all ehehe I was trying SO HARD to cover the fact that I was a hardcore Rhen x Lars shipper but as you can see from the titles I've written, well, not doing a very good job at that lol

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    The sorcerer sat on a ledge by a window, staring out into the dark Southern night. They'd retired to an inn in Veldt just a while ago and as always, the party separated and had gone about their own business. Lars chose to watch the sky and brood about what they were to face the next morning.
    Escorting the last druid to Aveyond had been exhilarating. But the quest wasn't over and he knew it. They all knew it. The real danger was out there; ready for them to face it, ready for them to face him. Rhen was handed the legendary Sword of Shadows and Eithera had given them the location of Ahriman's Lair, and then they were promptly kicked out of Aveyond to finish the job. It turned out the demon's lair was in the basement of Eithera's Temple, which was in the Southern Isle, and the party headed there (perhaps for the last time) with heavy hearts. And as he stared out into the purple night, Lars couldn't help but feel as if the end had come.

    The sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor and Lars looked up to Rhen turning the corner. She hadn't noticed him.

    He watched silently as she approached him, her feet dragging against the floor. Then she looked up and blinked, surprised to see him.

    "Hey," he said.

    "Hey," Rhen replied.

    "What's wrong with you?" he asked, then quickly rephrasing his sentence, "I mean, what's the matter?"

    "You wouldn't believe it if I told you, Lars."

    "I've seen a lot of unbelievable things throughout this journey, Rhen. Try me."

    She sighed, almost sadly, and clasped her hands together. "I am afraid, Lars. We've come so far. We defeated daevas, we saved druids. We encountered goblins, wyverns, werewolves, three-headed snakes, demons... we've met the Elf people, we've seen vampires, we've been into the nightmare realm..." Rhen trailed off.

    Lars said nothing and waited patiently for her to continue.

    "We've done all of that and yet, I've never felt afraid. Scared, yes, I've felt scared. I felt scared when this quest was bestowed upon me. I felt scared when we faced Nanghaithya for the first time. I felt scared when I found out I was the lost Pendragon. I felt scared when I thought the clock was a fluke and couldn't slow Aesma down."

    Lars laughed. "Yeah, I remember that."

    Rhen smiled a distracted smile. "But that was nothing, nothing compared to the fear I got when I held the Sword of Shadows, Lars."

    "What happened in that room?" he asked gently, referring to the secret room Rhen had entered to retrieve the legendary sword.

    "Fear, fear is what happened. I saw it on the pedestal and I reached out for it. The minute my fingers curled around its hilt I felt this immense fear within me, Lars. I was afraid. I mean, this is it. We are finally about to face him. Ahriman. But what if we fail? What if we are not able to stop him, to bring him down? All of the things we've done up until now will be, would be, for nothing," Rhen exclaimed, flinging her hands up in the air in exasperation.

    "At this point, I truly understand if any of you were to back out of this quest. You can leave too, Lars, please, I don't and won't hold it against you. Ever."

    By now Rhen's eyes had gone as wide as saucers and had filled up with tears.

    "Rhen. Stop it. Listen to me. You are not alone and won't ever be. We are with you, all of us. We will face him and bring him down together. You're the Chosen One. You will be able to finish this. You were prophesied to bring down the Dark Lord himself. Please don't think of yourself that way."

    "I am also human. This is a matter of life and death. We might die, Lars. We might die, right there, in his lair and that scares me. No, it terrifies me. What about you? Doesn't that scare you?"

    "It... it does. But we would have done our best. So if we fail - if we die - then so be it; we die together."

    Rhen looked down. "Why are you doing this? I'm giving you a way out. Please don't make this any harder," she whispered.

    "A way out?" Lars gave a soft laugh, shaking his head. "I've been with you since the very beginning and trust me when I say this: I will continue doing just that, every step of the way, until we kick Ahriman's ass. Besides," he said, winking, "I don't want you hogging all the glory to yourself."

    Rhen let out a sad, relieved laugh, her tears finally spilling down her cheeks from the corner of her eyes.

    In a sudden bold move, Lars got off the ledge and placed a hand on her cheek, cupping her face. Rhen closed her eyes (causing more tears to spill out) and pressed her face against his hand, saying nothing.

    "Please don't cry," he whispered.

    Rhen continued to say nothing. Watching her cry reminded him of the old days. Pained, Lars hesitated, then opened his mouth to speak. "I- I am sorry, Rhen, for what I did to you in the past," he said in a broken voice.

    She opened her eyes and gazed at him curiously, tiny teardrops stuck onto her eyelashes.

    "Lars... why this again? You've apologised in Sedona. And you've done so much more to prove that it wasn't mere words."

    "Because... because I think about it every day. Every single damn time I think about the abuse and the torture I inflicted on you, every time I think about how I did nothing while my mother hit you - oh God, Rhen, I am so sorry..." Trailing off, Lars looked away painfully, unable to meet her gaze.

    Rhen reached up to touch his face. "The slave trader captured me, not you. It wasn't something you could've controlled."

    "But after that, Rhen! After that! When you came to our house..."

    "Back then, you were a child, Lars. An ignorant child, but a child nonetheless."

    "That is not an excuse, Rhen, and you know it."

    "Okay. Yeah. That was... pretty bad. Horrible, actually," she said in a low voice. She held his face so that she could look at him. "But I've forgiven you for that. Yes, it was traumatising, it was painful, but I've forgiven you. You changed. You apologised. You're my friend now. Please don't beat yourself like this up anymore."

    Lars held her gaze, giving her a small nod.

    "In a way, in a weird kind of way, if the kidnapping hadn't happened, I wouldn't have met you. All of this wouldn't have happened," Rhen continued.

    Then, on a sudden impulse, she tiptoed and pressed her lips against his'.

    Lars remained still and she pulled away to find him gaping at her in stunned silence, his lips parted and his eyes wide.

    "Oh. Oh. Oh shit. I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did that," Rhen stammered. She pulled away from him, wringing her hands nervously. "I... I'll leave now. I am so sorry."

    She started heading down the corridor.

    Lars quickly grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "No, wait," he said, "don't go."

    "I shouldn't have done that," she said, avoiding his gaze.

    "No, you should've, and sooner, too," he replied. He slipped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips on hers. Rhen returned his kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. Hidden longings and desires were affirmed as the teenagers enveloped into an affectionate embrace. The sorcerer deepened the kiss and the sword singer tightened her hold around him, as if afraid he would slip from her grasp.

    "I've... I've been wanting to do that for a very long time," Lars said breathlessly, once they broke apart for air. He pressed his forehead against Rhen's and closed his eyes, his arms never leaving her waist. Sighing, he whispered, "Rhen Darzon, I trust you with my life."

    Being so close to him for the first time, Rhen studied his open, honest face. His brown skin was tanned a few shades darker (thanks to the vicious Southern sun) and he had a scar on his eyebrow, given to him by a wild bat when they ventured into Halloween Hills. His brow was strong and his jaw was firm and rough under her fingertips. He had a slight frown on his face and his thumb rubbed the small of her back. Exhaling and closing her eyes, Rhen placed her hand on his heart. "Lars Tenobor, I, too, trust you with mine," she replied sincerely.

    Lars pulled his face away, an amused laugh escaping his lips. "That... that sounded like we were exchanging vows of some sort," he said playfully, his face pink.

    Rhen laughed and her cheeks turned red. "It does, doesn't it."

    "Yeah," he replied, then lowering his face for another kiss. Rhen stood on her toes, her lips meeting his. Then she pulled away despite his protest.

    "So, um..." she whispered.

    "What?"

    "What do you suppose people do after exchanging vows?"

    "I don't know," he replied, impatient to kiss her again.

    Rhen smiled and murmured, "Well, they..." She left the sentence hanging and leaned forward to kiss Lars, slowly and surely, on the neck. His skin was warm. Her hands moved up his chest and he did not stop her; instead, he inhaled sharply at the unexpected move and made an inaudible sound. Gathering all self-control, he gripped her shoulders and looked at her, wildly searching her face for a clue to her thoughts. "Rhen... surely you don't mean..."

    If Rhen's face was red before then it was burning now. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hid her face in his chest, blushing furiously. That alone gave him confirmation on her thoughts and all doubts he had were gone in an instant.

    "Are you sure...?" he asked carefully, sincerely, in a low voice.

    "Only... only if you want to," she replied.

    Lars didn't need to be asked twice. Assertively, he pinned her against the wall and kissed her hungrily. Rhen giggled against his lips. "Is that... is that your answer, Lars Tenobor?" He responded by tightening his grip around her waist. Then he pulled away, eyes heavy-lidded. "Let's find someplace more... comfortable," he said. He turned away from her.

    "Wait!" Rhen cried, grabbing the front of his robes. He stopped and watched her, wondering about the sudden redness in her cheeks and ears. Lars pressed his forehead against hers once again, cupping her face.

    "What? Having second thoughts?" he asked, amused.

    "No! Not that," Rhen said huffily. She patted his robes, stalling. Lars waited patiently, watching her with a crooked smile on his face.

    "Um... this is, this is really dumb - and not at all relevant - but uh... this... this..." she stammered.

    "Yes?" he cajoled.

    "Well, this... this is my... uh... my first time," she blurted out, rushing the words. Groaning in frustration, Rhen buried her face in his chest.

    Lars' mouth turned up into a wicked grin.

    He enveloped her in an embrace and whispered in her ear, "This is my first time too."

    "Really?" she asked curiously.

    "Really," he confirmed, "and... thank you for telling me. You told me it wasn't relevant but your face said otherwise. If it is relevant to you, then it is relevant to me. And by the way, you look absolutely dashing with those pink cheeks."

    Rhen groaned again. "Let's go," she whispered, breaking away from him and walking down the corridor.

    Lars went after her and linked his hand with hers.

    Grinning, they ran down the corridor with their linked arms swinging between them, their anxieties and burdens disappearing for the night.
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    I have the Veldarah music on my iPod, but I think Sedona is probably my favorite. I confess I don't remember the music from the newer games enough to choose a favorite. Though I do remember liking Windshire? I need to play AV4 again XD
     
    Favorite Aveyond NPC?
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    rosetyler got a reaction from Queen-of-Ice101 in Aveyond games as clickbait articles XD   
    Just something I thought up at 3am in the morning XD How I imagined the Aveyond games to be if they were written as clickbait articles' titles. Hahaha! Did I nail it?

    Dark Lord Resurrected. What This Girl Did Next? Shocking!

    How Did One Girl Defeat The Dark Lord? The Answer Will Blow Your Mind!

    Crazy But True… This Elf Will Do ANYTHING To Find His Best Friend!

    4 Orbs You Didn’t Know Would Destroy The World. Number 3 Will Surprise You!

    Man Reluctantly Agrees To Find Missing Brother: You’ll Never Guess Why!
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    rosetyler reacted to Queen-of-Ice101 in Aveyond games as clickbait articles XD   
    Ok so I saw the topic and I'm so tired but I can't sleep so I thought that I'd take a crack at it. How about:
     
    The Ultimate Wedding Crasher! Did Edward really not know the truth of his bride? Or was it done on purpose?!
     
    Or:
     
    The commener and the prince, how a street girl stole the prince from his noble princess.....
     
    These were inspired by the current clickbait articles I keep on seeing for the Blake and Miranda and whatsherface situation.
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    The deep sea. It's quite amazing that we have the technology to be able to explore the deepest parts of the ocean but we still haven't because of its size. There's also a debate on whether mermaids exist or not. Who knows... we don't know the sea that much.
     
     
     
    How will you tell someone in a subtle manner that they a very dark nape in front of their friends? 
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    In my replay of Av1 I just did that...haha XD Except I didn't go back for the flame scrolls, I kept looking around the cavern for the Sword of Silence thinking I could "cheat" the game by getting it early. I never actually found it because the monsters always ended up getting me DX and I think it was in a blue chest anyways lol
     
    OH the first time I played Aveyond 1 I thought I had to gain levels to gain Elini. So I ground in the Wildeoods for hours getting up to like 30-something before I realized I had to graduate, lol. Now I'm wondering, if I chose not to do the hind quest to get Elini, could I go the entire game without graduating? Hmmm...
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    Omg another Mel x Gyendal shipper i see xD hahaha! Very rare to see one nowadays heh
     
    Oh btw the story is intriguing ^.^ can't wait for more!
     
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    I Know

    Characters: Rhen D., Lars T.

    Idea: I got the idea from a prompt (from Tumblr). The minute I read the prompt I just went, omg, that's totally Rhen x Lars. hehe! so here’s something I wrote under half an hour...

    Note: Might be mushy...
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    Rhen couldn’t hold her liquor, but she wasn’t about to tell anybody that. Especially not to Lars, who had a knowing smirk on his face.

    “Give it to me,” she ordered.

    Elini poured her a tiny glass of Veldt’s best and handed it to her. Rhen snatched it and gave it a careful sniff.

    “Chicken,” Lars said.

    “Shut up,” she retorted, narrowing her eyes at the deep red liquid.

    “You have to take it all in one swig to enjoy its maximum flavour,” Elini said helpfully.

    “I know,” Rhen replied. She took a deep breath and slowly brought the glass to her lips. On the other side of the table, Lars turned to Te'ijal and Galahad. “She won’t be able to do it. She’s a pansy,” Lars told them. The vampire just smiled, amused by the spectacle in front of her.

    Rhen glared at Lars. “Shut up. I’ll do it. Just watch me.”

    “Rhen, don’t…” Dameon warned.

    “Sure. Go ahead,” Lars interrupted condescendingly, failing to control the laughter bubbling at his lips.

    Determined to wipe that smug smirk from his face, Rhen tilted her head back and took the liquor in one shot. She forced herself to swallow the rich, bitter liquid, wincing internally as it burned her throat. When she was done, she slammed the empty glass down on the table in front of her and gave her companions a victorious smile.

    They stared back at her, mouths agape.

    “Did she just -” Lars started.

    “See. Told you I could do it. Look who’s the chicken now,” Rhen said childishly.

    Her companions did not reply. They continued their open-mouthed stares, with the exception of Lars, whose mouth opened and closed as a goldfish’s mouth would. Rhen frowned disapprovingly at their silence.

    “What, no ‘Wow, that’s amazing, Rhen!’, no ‘We’re sorry we ever doubted you, Rhen!’?” she cried. Rhen crossed her arms huffily. “I can hold my liquor just fine, thank you very much.”

    The awkward silence continued.

    Lars side-eyed Elini and the demon-summoner shrugged. Annoyed with the silence, Rhen clucked her tongue. “What is it? Never seen a sword singer drink? Well, congratulations, you have!”

    When she got no reply, Rhen sighed.

    “What is it with all of you? Fine. Stay silent, I don’t care. But what is it with this Veldtian weather? It’s so hot, I feel like a piece of roasted meat. I need a bath,” she said, rising unsteadily. Rhen lost her balance and fell back on the couch, groaning.

    “The human does not look too good,” Te'ijal chimed in.

    “Nonsense. I’m fine.”

    Dameon went to her side. “Rhen, how are you feeling?”

    Rhen waved the sun priest away and giggled. “I said, I’m fine. You know what’s not fine? What’s not fine is your hair, Dameon. Your hair’s not fine.”

    Dameon turned red and Lars burst out into laughter.

    “What is so funny,” Rhen slurred, pouting. She made another attempt to get up from the couch. Lars also rose from his seat and quickly wrapped his arm around her waist before she fell.

    “You definitely can't hold your liquor,” he said, still laughing.

    “You’re so mean,” she mumbled.

    “Sorcerer, please take her to my guestroom before she empties her stomach’s contents all over us,” Elini said humourlessly as she refilled the empty glass. Te'ijal nodded, reaching for the drink. “Dishonour!” she drawled jokingly.

    Still laughing, Lars half-supported, half-dragged Rhen into one of Elini’s spare bedchambers. Her legs failed her during the final steps and she crumpled to the ground in a heap.

    “Get up,” Lars said. When Rhen made no response he rolled his eyes. He reached for her and carried her over his shoulder.

    “You’re so funny, Lars,” she said suddenly.

    “Mm,” he replied, almost inaudibly. He carried her to the bed.

    Arms tightly wrapped around his neck, Rhen refused to let go when Lars tried to dump her on the bed. Struggling, he lost his balance and they landed in a tangle of arms and legs. Groaning, Lars rolled his eyes again.

    “Ugh, never drink again, Rhen,” he said.

    “Your hair is so soft. Like feathers,” she purred, ignoring him. She patted his head, grinning.

    “You’re impossible. And so easy to rile up.”

    “Shut up and kiss me, seaweed head,” Rhen mumbled.

    “Look who’s talking,” Lars replied, then obeyed her orders and pressed his lips against hers. Rhen whispered once they broke apart for air.
    “What?” he asked.

    Another mumble.

    “Come again?”

    “I said, I could beat the shit out of you,” she murmured.

    Grinning, Lars replied, “I know.”
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    A Moment Of Solace
     
    Characters: Rhen D.
     
    Idea: In the game, Rhen was constantly seen rejecting the idea of being Queen, so for her to choose being Queen at the end of the game felt a bit off. I decided to flesh out a little scene. Also, it gives me a chance to explore Rhen's character a little, seeing as I hardly write her in such a serious tone.
     
    Note: I was interested in Rhen and Alicia's dynamic, or how they would've gotten along as mother and daughter.
     
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    The royal burial grounds were eerily still and quiet. Rows of tombstones stood erect in the silent fog, not unlike a sea of the dead. Weak sunlight peeked through the yew trees, giving the place a surreal atmosphere.
     
    It did not frighten her, however, and Rhen Darzon laid her shield and sword down on the grass. She knelt down on one knee, head bent in respect. After a moment of silence, she looked up and brushed several dead leaves off the top of a granite headstone that was in front of her. Frowning, she flicked a dead bug away. Her fingers paused and hovered over the name, expertly chiseled and engraved into its rough surface.
    ALICIA PENDRAGON, it read.
     
    Rhen let her fingers come in contact with the name and closed her eyes. The stone was cool beneath her fingertips. She traced the name gently and gave out a small sigh.
     
    "It's me, Your Majesty," she said finally, opening her eyes. She flicked another dried twig off the stone, sending it flying into the grass. "I'm your daughter... but I'm sure you know that."
     
    A hawk cried out and Rhen looked up at the cloudy, grey sky. Thunder rumbled faintly in the distance. She paused a while before speaking again.
     
    "I was so young when you - when you died. Pa told me I was barely a week old when he brought me to Clearwater." A cricket hopped onto Rhen's arm but she barely registered its presence.
     
    "I have no memory of you at all. I can't remember if you kissed me. I can't remember if you held me in your arms, or if you sang to me, or if you smiled at me."
     
    A blue centipede emerged from the loose soil near her knees and Rhen ignored it. It wriggled away, disappearing into the tall, unkempt weeds.
     
    "Seventeen years. Seventeen years I grew up without knowing you. I don't know what you like to eat. I don't know your favourite colour. I don't even know if you like marionbells."
     
    A small smile touched Rhen's lips.
     
    "Do you? Do you like marionbells? I do. They're pretty." Her sword caught her eye. Rhen stared at the shiny blade, recalling a memory.
     
    “I do know one thing about you though," she said softly. "Your citizens told me you never liked being Queen of Thais. They said you hated the responsibility, that you always wanted to get away from the castle. They said you were hot-headed and was as stubborn as a mule. Turns out, we're not so different after all," she continued, laughing to herself.
     
    "But then again, I'm sure you know that too."
     
    A peal of thunder rolled overhead. The first raindrop fell onto the tombstone, turning its surface a darker shade of grey. Still smiling, Rhen slipped her hand into her pouch and let her fingers curl around a ring. She pulled it out and held it in the air, studying it. A fat raindrop landed on the ring's green gem, encasing the world in its tiny dome.
     
    "I found out, just weeks ago, that I was your daughter and Princess of Thais. This... Sigma ring is apparently proof of that. Pa told me this ring is the only link I have left of you, of my lineage, of Thais. All I have to do is present this ring to the Chancellor and the throne is mine to ascend."
     
    At that moment the skies opened and rain began to pour.
     
    Rhen gingerly placed the ring on top of the wet tombstone. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head toward the sky and let the cold water cool her skin.
     
    "But you know what I think?"
     
    "I think I should throw this ring away, where nobody can find it. Let it sink forever in the middle of the Eldredth Ocean or something," she said grimly. The freezing fog wrapped around her like a blanket and she shivered, wet to the bone.
     
    Blinking rain water from her eyes, Rhen rubbed her bare forearms and looked around. The tombstones stood mysterious, looming out at her through the rain in their whitened haze like images from a half-forgotten dream. It was as if the Pendragons of old were watching her, whispering to her.
     
    Judging her.
     
    Rhen took a deep breath, sudden unwanted tears stinging her eyes. "Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I just don't want to claim the throne. I don't want to be Queen of Thais."
     
    "I was raised by a shoemaker and a seamstress. I was raised a peasant girl and I liked it. I had a great life back in my village before I came to know about this prophecy. I was going to marry a village boy. I was going to be an apple farmer and grow different types of apples and have children and grow old. Not... this."
     
    Rhen squeezed her eyes shut, but couldn't prevent the tears from rolling down her cheeks. Sadness overtook her and her slender shoulders shook slightly, her silent tears mixing with the rain and dripping into her open palms.
     
    "You had it easier than me, I think. At least you grew up knowing that you were the Princess, that you were next in line for the throne, even if you didn't want it. It's different for me."
     
    Rhen roughly wiped her wet face with the back of her hand and sniffled.
     
    "I am exhausted. I am just seventeen. I should be playing with my friends or helping Ma out with her sewing or even preparing myself for marriage. Instead I was captured and made a slave. Then I find out I have sword magic. And then I am told I have to save the world. And then I have to recognise my lineage as Princess of Thais and ascend the throne as Queen."
     
    "That is madness. Doing that will mean I leave everything I've known, everything I love behind... Clearwater, my childhood, my parents... I can't bear to do that."
     
    A sudden anger welled up within her. Rhen glared at the tombstone through her tears and lunged forward rashly. She gripped the tombstone hard, her knuckles turning white at the effort.
     
    "Why me?!" she cried, breathing hard. "Why did it have to be me?"
     
    “You were supposed to stop Ahriman. Talia, Devin and you were supposed to stop the prophecy in its infancy. You were supposed to rid Aia of the demon, once and for all. But you did not!"
     
    Rhen gave up trying to stifle the sobs within her. Her pent-up frustration overcame her body in the form of a silent scream and her shoulders trembled. Now sobbing openly, she embodied the picture of grief, anger and denial.
     
    "You failed!" she cried brokenly, hitting the wet tombstone. Her careless action resulted in scraped skin, but Rhen hardly noticed.
     
    "You failed. And then you died! You left me behind to pick up the pieces..."
     
    Lips quivering, Rhen released the tombstone and sank dejectedly to her knees. She pressed her forehead to the cool stone, sobbing quietly. The rain continued to pour, hitting her rhythmically on the back and rolling off in tiny streams.
     
    "You left me behind..."
     
    Sighing, she let the sentence trail off.
     
    Rhen felt a heavy weight lift from her chest as her sobs subsided into weak sniffles. She took a deep breath and straightened herself, pushing her matted hair away from her face.
     
    "I'm sorry," she whispered weakly. She lifted her face toward the sky again, relishing in the feeling of heavy raindrops hitting her skin.
     
    There was a long pause before she spoke again.
     
    "I didn't mean any disrespect," Rhen murmured. She looked down, eyes pink with exhaustion. Reaching for the sigma ring, she dropped it back into her leather pouch.
     
    "I'm not going to throw it in the Eldredth Ocean, as much as I want to. I can't do it. I'll keep it with me, for now."
     
    Rhen mounted her shield onto her back and reached for her sword. She wiped her wet face again with her free hand. "I have to go. We have yet to save Vata. He's the last Druid before we - before we face Ahriman," she said, getting up.
     
    Hesitating, Rhen touched the engraved name once more. "Goodbye, Mother," she said softly. She knelt in respect, then turned on her heel and headed for the steel gates.
     
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    The downpour intensified, but Rhen took her time as she made her way out of the burial grounds. A biting wind blew and she shivered. Feeling chilled to the bone, Rhen hugged herself and headed in the direction of the Thais castle.
     
    Lightning flashed in the sky just as she approached the castle doors. She stumbled into the Chancellor upon entering the warm interior of the castle and he stared at her.
     
    "I hope you don't mind me asking this, Outlander, but..." he started.
     
    "Yes?"
     
    "What relation do you have with the late Queen Alicia Pendragon that you had to visit her final resting place?"
     
    "I am... just an adventurer paying her respects to the fallen Queen of Thais."
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    rosetyler got a reaction from Queen-of-Ice101 in rosetyler's Assorted AV1 Short fics   
    Trouble At Sea

    Characters: Rhen D., Lars T., Dameon M., Elini A., Te'ijal R., Galahad T., P. John, M. Marge

    Idea: Just wanted to flesh out their journey a little bit. Like Welcome To Ghed'ahre, I wanted to add a little more something to the story which wouldn't affect the main game.

    Note: I was watching The Chronicles of Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader, and the sea serpent scene came on and I was thinking, cool, that makes a great prompt!

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    The party was in good spirits as they sailed from the Southern Isle. Pirate John manned the helm, whistling. Fair winds struck them as soon as they were out of the bay and the ship sailed smoothly over the Southern Sea. They spotted land days later and got excited, until the pirate explained that they've just sailed past the Eastern Isle.

    For days they sailed East and saw nothing but sea and sky, seeing neither fish nor gull. This caused them to become restless, their leader more than the others, and she decided to get some fresh air and made her way to the main deck.

    "Spot anything?" asked Rhen, shielding her eyes against the sun as she directed the question at their captain.

    "None yet," Pirate John replied from the wheel.

    They sailed for another four days and the party began to feel that things were different.

    First it was the humidity; there was too much moisture in the air. The light, on the other hand, there was too little of it. The sun came up looking smaller and smaller with each morning. The clear blue in the sky that accompanied them when they left the Southern Isle had turned dull grey. Ominous-looking storm clouds filled the horizons as far as the eye can see and the deep blue of the water was now black, void of any living being. They were sailing on dangerous waters and the party knew it.

    The entire party - except for the sorcerer and the druid - was standing on the main deck, looking out at the strange black water.

    "These are strange seas we're sailin' on," said Pirate John, concerned.

    "I don't think anyone has sailed this far out in a very long time," Galahad said gravely.

    Their leader nodded.

    "You're right. A woman in Veldt gave me a map and I've studied it. The waters beyond the Eastern Isle are uncharted; the map is blank in the Far East," Rhen said, "We might just be the first travelers after a very long time."

    "That is not comforting to know, Sword Singer," Elini said.

    Suddenly Te'ijal hissed, baring her fangs.

    "What is it?" Elini asked.

    "We are not alone out here, Overlander," the vampire replied.

    "Then we best be prepared," the demon-summoner said, uncoiling her whip, "who knows what we might encounter."

    "Over there!" Galahad shouted, pointing into the distance. They saw three black rocks (or was it dark green?) breaking through the surface of the water.

    "They're... rocks, Paladin," Elini said slowly, puzzled.

    The Paladin, offended, made an annoyed sound. "I am certain they weren't there before, lady. And even if they were rocks, I highly doubt there would be any this far out at sea," Galahad replied. He looked up at the pirate and continued, "Pirate John! Am I right?"

    The pirate, a slight frown on his face, gave a curt nod, his eye never leaving the "rocks".

    For a moment the "rocks" remained static - and Galahad was almost made the fool - when suddenly they disappeared under the surface of the black sea. They watched as it descended and left ripples of water in its wake.

    Elini whipped her head around to face the rest. "Are... are my eyes tricking me?" she asked, astonished.

    Te'ijal said nothing but continued to stare out at the water, her eyes narrowing.

    "No, they're not tricking you. I saw that too... I think," Rhen said, unsure of herself. Somebody's abrupt shout interrupted her. It was Galahad and he was pointing frantically at the same spot again. "There it is again!" he yelled.

    "Not a mirage then," Rhen said, heart beating fast in her chest.

    "And it's getting closer," Elini added.

    True enough, the "rocks" reappeared from the water's surface looking exactly the same as before, except being a little closer (and bigger, they noted uncomfortably) to the ship. And as they watched, the "rocks" disappeared - once again - into the dark water. Galahad and Rhen ran to the side of the deck to inspect the waters, quite certain it would resurface again.

    "Get away from there!" yelled Pirate John, his eyes wide.

    There was something in the pirate's voice that made them freeze in their tracks. He was a pirate after all, and he was most at home at sea. He knew the waters, and by the Goddess, if he told them to move away from the side, move away they did. And right now as they looked up at him, the pirate was visibly shocked, no, terrified; his eyes were wide and his legs frozen to the ground.

    "They're not rocks!" Pirate John yelled, his voice a few octaves higher than usual, "that's the sea serpent!"

    The party turned to look at each other with wide eyes. Mostly brushed off as a myth, men of land have always wondered and foolishly dreamed of capturing - or at least, catching a glimpse of - the legendary sea serpent. Some sailors have even boasted of sightings and went as far as providing "proof" of encounters with the creature (with "proof" being decapitated chunks of squid or large fish). None have ever been verified. Some even said the creature died and the seas were rid of it forever. But right now as they came face to face with the serpent, they found that it was certainly no myth and was in fact, very, very much alive.

    The sea serpent, having resurfaced again, was now bigger and closer than before. They could see it clearly now; the weakening sunlight reflected off its dark green body. Its flattened head was a weird cylindrical shape - a mutilated cross between a horse and a dragon - and appendages (too many to count) that looked to be tentacles lined its head and all the way down its neck until they disappeared into the black water. Mouldy scales covered its hide; seaweed and assorted sea critters stuck and hung from its body as it neared the ship. What they mistook earlier for rocks was actually the serpent's body disappearing and appearing on the water surface; it was now heading - and heading FAST - towards them.

    Rhen and Galahad swiftly unsheathed their swords.

    "All hands on deck!" Rhen screamed.

    Lars, holding a heavy book, rushed out from the captain's quarters. He froze at the sight of the creature and inhaled sharply. "That's new," he said. He ran back into the quarters and came out again, this time gripping his orb staff, without the book.

    He was joined by Dameon, who watched the sea serpent with a slight frown on his face.

    "Brace yourselves!" Pirate John yelled. He turned the wheel desperately, trying to steer the ship away. But, as fate would have it, the winds died and the ship was horribly stuck in place with the approaching sea creature gaining fast on them. Abandoning his post, the pirate joined them on deck, rapier in hand.

    "Te'ijal! Can you hit it?" Rhen asked.

    Te'ijal raised her bow with her arrow in place and pulled back gracefully. She narrowed her eyes at her target and released the bow string. They watched, disappointed, as the speeding arrow bounced off the creature's scales, doing next to no damage. The vampire hissed in anger and cursed beneath her breath. She raised her bow again.

    As if angered, the sea serpent increased its speed, now being just a mere distance away.

    "Come on!" Mad Marge growled, gripping her sharpened sword, "come on, ya ugly worm!"

    Rhen braced herself and lifted her sword in the air, the song to call forth the force of the mountains ready on her lips. To her right she saw Lars lifting his staff, also ready to strike. Elini cracked her whip, her irises turning and glowing white as she prepared to summon forth a demon creature to aid in their battle. Galahad and Pirate John were off to the left, jaws set and faces grim.

    The sea serpent was now upon them, its neck stretching longer and longer, until it was almost as tall as the main mast. It looked down at the party with murky red eyes, ready to smash the ship into pieces.

    Reciting a quick spell, Lars pointed his staff in the air and the orb, fastened on the tip of the staff, glowed a striking blue. A single bolt of lightning formed from the storm clouds above them and hit the creature squarely on the head. It gave out a chilling, ear-piercing shriek and thrashed its head about wildly. Recovering and bellowing in rage, it swooped down to attack.

    "Look out!" Galahad shouted. He grabbed Pirate John by the collar and threw himself to the side, bringing the pirate with him. They moved away just a second before the sea serpent's head crashed through the deck, on the very spot they were standing on a moment ago. The floor cracked open with a loud explosion and the ship shook violently. Pieces of wood went flying in all directions. Losing her balance, Rhen fell to the ground. 
    The creature - dissatisfied - retracted and a wet, bubbly hiss escaped its mouth.

    Te'ijal nimbly stepped back and ran up to the sterncastle deck, away from the threat. She raised her bow again, this time aiming for the creature's eye. But it moved away the second she released her string, and the arrow uselessly bounced off its scales once again. "Curses!" she cried.

    Shrieking, the sea serpent made another attempt at the party. They braced themselves for the hit but it never came. Looking up, they saw a humming, translucent shield around the ship, glowing a myriad of various faint colours. The humming grew louder with each hit and the shield glowed white where the creature hit it as the sea serpent tried, again and again, to penetrate it by smashing its head against the magical shield.

    Rhen looked to her left and saw Dameon holding his staff and his free hand in the air, lips moving fast to a spell. With every strike of the sea serpent the Druid grimaced and was forced a step backwards, sweat appearing on his brow from the exertion.

    Taking this opportunity, the sword singer swung her sword in the air and sang. Her blade sang with her as energy gathered from the surrounding atmosphere. It swirled around the blade and merged with the sword, turning its blade red. She ran to the edge of the ship - as close to the sea serpent as she possibly could - and thrust her sword forward.

    The sharp blade pierced the creature's flesh, just barely, but it worked.

    "... calling forth the Mountain's Yawn!" Rhen cried, ending her song. The red from her blade dissipated and spread rapidly throughout the sea serpent's hide from the wound she created. The creature's scales glowed hot and bright red where the energy spread, burning it beneath its skin. At the same time Lars conjured yet another blinding lightning strike, striking the creature on its neck. Crackling electricity met and merged with red energy and the mixture combusted into a fire. The sea serpent recoiled, roaring in pain.

    Relentless, the sea serpent lunged at them with its burning neck, this time breaking the shield. The force sent Dameon and his staff flying backwards on the ground.

    Off to the right, Elini cracked her whip. "Distract it, demon," she ordered, her eyes glowing white. The ice elemental she had summoned, known as Indra, floated above the sea serpent and conjured a blue, flaming iceball, sending it flying toward the water. The water surrounding the creature immediately hardened and turned to ice, hindering its movements.

    "Now!" the demon-summoner yelled to Pirate John and Galahad, but the sea serpent broke through the ice with a burst of strength, retreating fast into the water.

    "It went away!" Pirate John cried.

    "Be on your guard, pirate! It is not over yet!" Te'ijal yelled over her bow.

    As if on cue, the sea serpent broke through the water, resurfacing on the other side of the ship. It rose high above the vessel with a deafening roar, sending a huge spray of seawater on the party. Drenched, they turned around to see the creature form an arch with its body, between the main mast and the foremast, before diving into the water on the other side, its body forming a loop around the ship.

    "It means to crush the ship!" Galahad shouted.

    "Find its weakness! It has to have a weakness!" Rhen cried desperately between gasps, "we have to find it before it breaks the ship!"

    Dameon, having regained stability in his legs, raised his hand and sang a Lullaby, trying his best to interfere with the creature's consciousness. But the serpent easily shook him off and the party watched in horror as the serpent reemerged again from behind, arched over the ship and dived back into the water in front of them, creating a double loop.

    The loops then began to decrease in size.

    Yelling, Mad Marge, Pirate John and Galahad rushed forward and hacked at the creature's body. But swords and rapiers did little to its tough hide and hard scales. The tiny tentacles lining its neck reached out for them. One coiled itself around Galahad's arm and he let out a pained scream.

    "Watch out for the tentacles! There are teeth on them!" he yelled. He gave the tentacle a hard punch and it released its grip. Blood dripped down his arm from the tiny puncture wounds.

    Reciting soundlessly, Lars raised his staff and conjured up the Plague. Dark purple energy filled his orb and swirled around the glass sphere. The staff shook as the energy escaped the orb in the shape of a twister and rained down upon the sea serpent.

    The effect was immediate. The creature's scales started rotting in on themselves, eating away its skin.

    Dismissing Indra, Elini summoned the energy of a red dragon, of which she infused into her whip, making it glow orange. She lashed out repeatedly at the serpent's body, her whip leaving burning blisters on its already rotting skin. Galahad and Mad Marge took the opportunity to stab the open wounds, its rotting scales no longer protecting the flesh.

    Undeterred, the sea serpent's head emerged once again behind them, intending to create a third loop. By now the sizes of the double loops had decreased horribly, one of which bending, breaking and finally snapping off the top of the main mast.

    Rhen looked up to see falling debris. "Look out!" she called, pushing Lars - who was the nearest to her - to the side, holding up her shield in the process. The others also jumped for cover to avoid getting hit.

    "Thanks," Lars said breathlessly, getting up but falling again as the sea serpent gave the vessel the first squeeze, resulting in a loud crunch. The ship rocked and swayed dangerously, sending more sprays of seawater onto them. It was getting harder to maintain their balance and to fight the serpent off at the same time.

    "Are you alright?" Rhen shouted over the noise, noting the lack of colour in the sorcerer's face.

    "Don't think I can hold out much longer," he replied with a grim smile. Conjuring the Plague had been extremely draining on Lars, and it was visible in his pale face and shaking hands.

    "Me too. Hang in there," she said to him. Then she looked at the serpent.

    "Every creature has its weakness," Rhen said, more to herself. She brushed her wet hair away from her face, eyeing the sea serpent critically.

    And then she saw it.

    There was a soft, gill-like spot beneath the sea serpent's throat, which it used to breathe in air. But it was too high up for any sword to reach and definitely too dangerous for magic to be casted on, as the swaying ship could easily make the wielder miss its target. There was only one person who could hit it.

    "Te'ijal!" Rhen shouted.

    Te'ijal turned at the sound of her name. "What is it, sword singer?" she called out.

    "The throat! Hit its throat!"

    "The creature is thrashing about too much! I cannot get a clear shot!"

    Shaking her head, Rhen raised her sword in the air again. "We'll distract it! Watch out for my command!" She then sang and her blade turned red again with the force of the mountains.

    Joining her, Lars got up, and using what's left of his strength, conjured up another lightning strike. They struck the sea serpent together, setting its flesh on fire. Attracted to the acidic blisters formed from Elini's whips, the flames spread eagerly across - and beneath - the creature's skin.

    The sea serpent roared and tried to shake itself away. However it was heavily weakened by the Plague, the flames and burning blisters, and the continuous sword-hacking. It arched its neck in pain, exposing its gill.

    "Now, Te'ijal!" Rhen shouted.

    Te'ijal nocked an arrow, swiftly raising her bow and pointing it the serpent's throat, her red lips pursing in concentration as she aimed for its gill.

    The sea serpent seemed to sense this and turned its head on the vampire. It lunged for her but was stopped by yet another humming shield surrounding her, conjured by the druid.

    Smiling smugly, Teijal murmured, "Bye, creature," and released the string. The arrow flew past her face and whizzed through the air.

    It did not miss its target.

    The arrow pierced the soft gill and the sea serpent let out a monstrous howl. It thrashed about wildly, splashing seawater and breaking the foremast. That caused the ship to rock violently, knocking everyone to the ground.

    "Hold on tight!" Pirate John yelled.

    Rhen grabbed on to the side of the ship as the creature continued to struggle, roaring as it did so. She watched as Te'ijal calmly raised her bow again; she aimed at the creature's throat and released. Once again the arrow hit its target with sharp precision.

    The second shot proved fatal as the sea serpent ceased struggling and fell, dead, onto the ship deck with a loud crash. Slowly the body uncoiled and slid off the ship, dragging half of the foremast deck and what remained of the splintered main mast with it. It landed into the black water with a huge splash which sent another burst of seawater onto the party again.

    Blinking the water from her eyes, Rhen got up and ran to the side of the ship, leaning over. She was joined by Pirate John and Galahad. They watched as the sea serpent's bloody corpse sank slowly amongst ship debris into the deep water until it was nothing but a blur and out of sight.

    "It's... it's dead!" she cried out victoriously.

    At that, Lars collapsed, passing out.

    Knowing that Te'ijal was no longer in any danger, Dameon ceased his conjuring of the shield and he too, collapsed, eyes rolling up their sockets as his body hit the ground.

    Elini's eyes stopped glowing and the acidic, orange glow disappeared from her whip. She staggered to the stump of the main mast and sat herself down, leaning against it and breathing heavily.

    Mad Marge sat near the door to the captain's quarters, a gash on her forehead causing one side of her face and the front of her garment to be drenched in red.

    "Lars! Dameon!" Rhen cried, running to them. She pressed her ear to the sorcerer's chest, relief flooding her body as she heard the steady beating of his heart. She then did the same for Dameon. The Druid was also alive. Sighing and wiping away the sudden, unwanted tears from her face, Rhen lay down between the two men, the adrenaline finally leaving her body; she closed her eyes in exhaustion.

    Te'ijal jumped off the sterncastle deck and landed on her feet. She headed for Galahad. "Are you hurt, crumpet?"

    "I am fine," the paladin replied gruffly.

    Pirate John ran to the demon-summoner, tossing his dented rapier to the side. She interrupted the pirate before he could open his mouth. "I am drained but I am fine. Worry not, pirate," Elini said. She then turned to Mad Marge. "Barmaid, what about you?"

    "Nothin' ya should care about," Mad Marge grunted. Elini's lips spread into a wry smile and she closed her eyes, leaning her head against the stump.

    As they spoke, the ship stopped rocking and slowly stabilised. The winds picked up but the broken sails flapped uselessly. In the distance a hawk cried out.

    "A sea serpent," Galahad said in disbelief, water dripping down his face.

    "The legendary sea serpent," Pirate John chimed in, a smile on his face despite having a close brush with death.

    "We were lucky. Those were my last two arrows," Te'ijal said, "and our vessel is ruined." She shook her bow, sending droplets of water flying.

    "We have a lot of work to do," Galahad agreed.

    "Not now," Elini said, annoyed, "we are spent. Look at the children; they are so pathetically pale they could pass off as vampires. And the druid. He exerted himself with that shield."

    All eyes turned to look at the perspiring, pale sun priest.

    "But what do we do next? Do we continue East or set course for the Southern Isle? Sword singer," Pirate John said, directing the questions at Rhen. "Sword singer?"

    "My lady," Galahad joined in.

    Rhen gave no response and Elini laughed weakly. "The child has passed out. She did well, don't you think?"

    "A good leader. And she is graceful with the sword, I give you that," the pirate agreed.

    "The Goddess couldn't have chosen a better person to save the world than her," Galahad added.

    Rhen groaned.

    "Please, I'm still conscious and I can hear you. All of you make it sound like I killed the serpent all on my own," she said, opening her eyes and propping herself up on an elbow, "I may be the Chosen One but I couldn't have done it without all of you. We are a team. We all did well."

    Te'ijal grinned.

    Groaning, the sword singer laid back down again, closing her eyes. "And as for your questions, Pirate John, let us rest for now, I'm exhausted..."

    A few days after the interesting encounter with the mythical sea serpent, the party decided that it was wise to set course back to the Southern Isle for replenishing and repairing. The fight with the creature had destroyed most of their supplies and food stock and had rendered their ship almost useless.

    The journey back took longer than usual due to the ship's weakened state and the injured members - Lars, Dameon, Mad Marge and Elini - were tended to as best they could with their limited supplies. Rhen, Galahad and Pirate John made do with whatever debris and objects they could find and fixed the ship up as best as they could (Te'ijal's strength and agility proving extremely useful in that situation), fashioning covers and blankets into a temporary sail.

    As they approached the Southern Isle, the party then decided that they would not be using the ship to explore the unknown seas of the far East anymore.

    In fact, they decided that they'd be better off on a dragon, and - having fully recovered and replenished - left their ship with Veldt's top repairmen and went off into the desert to look for one in good spirits.

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    Note (continued): I imagined Mountain Yawn to be as eruptive as a volcano + related to fire, because we find the Sword in the Demon Caves, surrounded by fire
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    Lord Gavin's Ball   Characters: Rhen D., Lars T.   Idea: I just wanted to write something light-hearted and fluffy, also to finally use the "fake relationship" trope I've been wanting to use for a long time. I might have accidentally made them OOC, I don't even know, sorry

    Note: Imagine "Minuwaltz" playing as you read this.   ----------   "Enjoy the ball, Rhen," Elini said, amused.   "Yeah, and make sure you come out with the key to the manor," Lars added, snickering.   "I hate you," Rhen replied, frowning, "I hate you, and you, and you, and most definitely you." She huffed, tugging at the figure-hugging gown. "Why is this so tight?!"   "Cheer up, lamb, I'm pretty sure it's not that bad," Te'ijal drawled.   "Not that bad? Do you not see what I'm wearing? This... this monstrosity is restricting my movements and it's covering my tattoo... Hey," Rhen cried, "Where's my sword?"   Elini held the sword up but stepped back when the sword singer attempted to grab it. "You are most definitely not bringing this into the ball, Northerner. But, you may borrow this." She held out a lacey fan and the sword singer snatched it.   Rhen studied the frills and lace and frowned in disbelief.   "A fan?! Now, this is ridiculous," Rhen complained. She made a frustrated sound, flinging her gloved hands in the air.   "Perhaps we shouldn't force her," Dameon said suddenly.   "Yes, yes!  Finally! Thank you! Somebody is actually making sense, and very good sense, that is!" Rhen exclaimed.   Lars let out an obnoxious bark of laughter.   "Nah... she'll be fine. She's not a pansy," he said, side-eyeing Dameon.   "What's that supposed to mean?" Dameon replied, almost angrily.   "Shut up! Both of you," Rhen cried out, "Just shut up. Don't start anything, shut up. My head hurts enough as it is. Why did you have to tie my hair up so tightly, Elini?"   "It is all part of the show, Northerner, and you have your own part to play. You have to look like a noble for this ball. And yes, you look the part, so don't worry," Elini replied, still amused.   "But what do I actually do?" Rhen asked as they headed toward Lord Gavin's manor. "In case you've all forgotten, I am not a noble and I've never attended functions like this before."   Lars handed her a leather pouch containing gold and said, "Just butter Pemberlin up. Get him to lower the price. Do whatever it takes. Use your womanly wiles - although I highly doubt that would work -" At this Rhen gave Lars a hard whack on the arm, earning a strangled cry from him.

    ---   The party stopped in front of the manor. A butler was standing at the door, looking bored. The words "Lord Gavin" were etched across a golden plaque in the garden, surrounded by tulips.   "How tacky," Elini muttered.   "Good luck," Te'ijal whispered.   "You can do it, Rhen," Dameon added.   “Imagine, a warm and soft bed,” Lars said, grinning, “and an actual fire.”   Rhen rolled her eyes. “I’m starting to think sleeping on the ground and freezing to death is better than pretending I’m a noble and attending a dumb ball just to purchase a manor.”   Lars tried not to laugh. "Gee, what a killjoy. Anyways, remember, womanly wiles. And don't leave the ball without the keys, Rhen. Think about the soft, lovely bed you'll be sleeping in tonight. That should keep you going."   Rhen scowled at him and he gave her a push toward the butler with a grin. She stumbled into an abrupt stop in front of the old man and quickly straightened herself, patting her dress. She cleared her throat nervously.   The butler stared at them. "Yes, may I help you?"   "Just escorting this lovely young lady to the ball, my good man," Lars replied smoothly.   "Ah, I see. Ticket, please?"   "Oh, um... right," she stuttered, handing him the ticket.   "Enjoy the ball, m'lady," the butler said in a bored tone.   "Yes, enjoy the ball, my lady," Lars mocked, laughing to himself.   “Why you little…” Rhen glared at him. “This’ll be good to see,” he continued, still laughing under his breath. He made a move to join the others but Rhen, extremely annoyed, grabbed his arm and yanked him back. "Oh no, you don't, Lars Tenobor," she growled, "I am not going in there alone."   "What are you doing!" he cried, but she ignored him. Instead, she flashed her sweetest smile at the butler.   "He's with me, we came together."   "What?! No! No, don't listen to her. Wait, I am just her escort-"   Rhen slipped her arm tightly around Lars' and gave the butler a forceful laugh. "He does this all the time; he thinks it's sooo funny! Oh darling, it is getting so tiring indeed," she exclaimed, directing the last sentence at Lars and rolling her eyes in mock exasperation.   The butler stared at Lars, who desperately shook his head and mouthed "No, no, no". Then he stared at Rhen, whose smile never wavered. There was a moment of awkward hesitation before the butler shrugged and waved them in.

    ---

    "You are so dead, Rhen Darzon," Lars hissed into her ear as they entered the manor.   "All's fair in love, war and dumb elitist balls," she replied with a smirk.   "Are you listening? You are going to pay for this."   "Make me, sorcerer."   "Oh, I will, just you wait, sword singer."   "Looking forward to it," Rhen replied with a satisfied smirk.   A burly, moustached man and a dainty woman approached them. Getting an idea, Lars faked a bright smile. "Good. You don’t have to wait long now," he said, a sly smile on his face.   "Welcome! Welcome to the grandest ball Sedona has ever seen! I am Lord Gavin, and this is my wife, Lady Gavin. And you are...?" the man exclaimed, arms extended and looking at them expectantly.   Flashing them a charming grin, Lars replied, "I am Lord Lars Tenobor and this is my wife, Lady Rhen Tenobor."   "What?!" Rhen sputtered.   "It is so nice to meet you, Lord Gavin, and you Lady Gavin, so very nice indeed," Lars continued.   Seething and controlling the urge to strangle him on the spot, Rhen plastered a smile on her face and did an awkward curtsy. "Yes... nice... nice to meet you," she said in a strained voice.   "What a lovely couple. So young," Lady Gavin drawled.   Lars wrapped an arm around Rhen's waist and pulled her close. "Yes, we were married a few sunsets ago."   "Ah, young love," Lord Gavin said.   "Yes, it is lovely," Lady Gavin added, nodding her head. Then she frowned. "Enjoy the time while it lasts, though, before the children start arriving." Her upper lip turned up in a sneer at the word 'children'.   Lars smugly placed a hand on Rhen's abdomen. "Ah, about that... well, my wife is already expecting, so we will be sure to take your advice, Lady Gavin."   Rhen's strained smile slipped a notch and Lord Gavin threw his head back in laughter.   "Splendid! Absolutely splendid! Well, congratulations again, Lord and Lady Tenobor," he said, then turning to his wife, "Darling, I think I just saw Rupert walking in. Let us meet with him."   Rhen waited, with a polite smile on her face, until their hosts were out of earshot before turning angrily to Lars.   "Your... wife? Married? Expecting?" Rhen hissed.   Lars gave her a nonchalant shrug, a satisfied crooked smile on his face. He bent close and faced her, their foreheads almost touching. "All's fair in love, war and... what was it... 'dumb elitist balls', you said?"   Rhen glared at him.   "Cat got your tongue?" Lars said, provoking her.   "Fine!" she said, huffing.   "Truce it is, then," he agreed, "and since we're already here, we might as well enjoy it."   "I still mean it, though. Stupid, dumb elitist ball," Rhen muttered. A waiter walked past, carrying a silver tray of various fruits and tarts. "Ooh, tidbits," she said, snatching a few and stuffing them into her mouth, "the only good thing about this ball."   "You're disgusting," Lars said, watching her.   She rolled her eyes and swallowed. "What? I'm hungry."   "Well, hurry up with that," he urged, eyes on the dancefloor, "because, I think, there is going to be a dance."   Rhen choked on her tart, her eyes watering.   "What? I don't know how to dance!"   "I do."   "Well then, you go ahead, Lord Lars Tenobor."   "I can't be dancing by myself!"   "Then ask a girl! I don't know!"   "I can't do that! We've introduced ourselves as a couple, a married couple, and tongues will wag if you are not out there dancing with me. And we really don't want to bring any attention to ourselves and risk not being able to buy that manor."   "Well why can't we just stay here? It's out of the way and we don't have to dance with anybody and all we have to do is look out for Pemberlin-"   "Yes, and risk having people looking at us, this weird couple, this weird married couple, wondering why they're not dancing when they’re at a ball. Remember, Rhen? We’re at a ball?"   Rhen groaned and let Lars lead her out onto the dancefloor.   "I really don't know how to dance," she said through gritted teeth.   "Just follow me," he replied, slipping an arm around her waist.

    ---   A couple of dances and sore feet later, they found themselves stumbling toward the table of refreshments. Breathing heavily, Rhen fanned herself with Elini's fan and clung onto Lars' sleeve. "I am never... don't ever... not... good dancer... can't," she said in between gasps.   Nodding, Lars grimaced as he rubbed his bruised feet. "Yes, I can see that. I can feel it too.”   "Sorry."   Rhen suddenly tugged at his sleeve.   "What?"   She pointed to an old man dressed in bright red in the crowd, surrounded by nobles. "That's him! Pemberlin! He's the one who's selling the manor! Lars! Now is the time for you to shine and get us a sparkly new manor. Don't disappoint me!” She pushed him toward the direction of Pemberlin but Lars grabbed her hand and pulled her with him.   "Now wait a minute, you're supposed to be the one doing it. Let's go."   They approached the crowd, just in time to hear Pemberlin announce, “And… sold!”   “Wait, what?” Rhen said, stopping in her tracks.   A pink-haired woman exclaimed, "Oh thank you, Sir Pemberlin. It is such a lovely house!"   "What… It's been sold?!" Rhen cried. She groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. "We're too late! All of this, for nothing!"   "You're forgetting something, Rhen," Lars said smugly, with the familiar crooked smile on his face, "I'm a noble, remember? I know how to handle this."   "Oh, good," she replied, almost sarcastically.   Lars interrupted the crowd easily. "Excuse me," he said. All eyes turned on them and Rhen felt her face heating up.   "And who might you be, young man?" Pemberlin asked.   Lars flashed them a charming smile and bowed graciously. "My name is Lars Tenobor, of the noble Tenobor house in Ghalarah, on the Eastern Isle. This is my wife, Rhen. I'd like very much to purchase your manor, Sir Pemberlin."   "Oh, I'm sorry, young man, but I've just sold it to that lovely lady over there."   "That's a shame," Lars said, shaking his head and feigning disappointment, "you see, my wife and I have just gotten married a while ago and have always been interested in settling down in this beautiful city. Sedona and Veldarah have always been on good diplomatic terms and my cousin, the Empress, have told me nothing but lovely stories about this city."   "The... Empress? The Empress of Veldarah?" Pemberlin choked.   Lars nodded curtly. "Also, with the little one on the way..."   At this everyone looked at Rhen and she gaped, frozen in place.   He nudged her. She stared at him.   Lars tilted his head urgently, mouthing "Your turn".   "Oh! Er... um... yeah!" she said, clearing her throat. Rhen puffed out her cheeks. She held her breath and tried to look as bloated as possible. She arched her back and placed a gloved hand on her hip, topping everything off with an exaggerated wince.   Choking back his laughter, Lars continued, "... we thought it would've been amazing if we had our family grow up with the Sedonian environment. But alas, I see it isn't to be."   Pemberlin's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish's as Lars made a move to leave. "W-wait! Young man!" he cried. The old man quickly snatched the manor key from the pink-haired woman's hand and pressed it into Lars'.   "It's yours! The manor is yours!"   Lars plastered a smug and satisfied smile on his face. "Oh, you really shouldn't..."   "Oh, yes I really should; who am I to deny the cousin of the Empress of Veldarah and his growing family a lovely manor to live in? Take it, Lord Tenobor, the manor is yours," Pemberlin gushed.   "Hey!" the woman cried.   "You'll get your gold back!" Pemberlin snapped.   "Well then, if you insist. Here's your payment. Thank you again for the manor, Lord Pemberlin," Lars said, dropping the leather pouch of gold into the old man's hand. Turning to Rhen, he said with an exaggerated drawl, "Come, darling wife, we must check out our new home."   Hearts beating fast in their chests, they nimbly headed toward the front doors.

    ---   "Call me 'wife' one more time and I'll perform Blade Waltz on you," Rhen whispered once they were a distance away. "Also, that was the dumbest and most humiliating thing I’ve ever done.”   Lars laughed hard, clutching at his sides. “Y-yes… your face when you… when you puffed out your cheeks… did you think that by doing that you’ll, somehow, convince people?” he exclaimed, gasping between barks of laughter.   “Shut up! I’d like to see you do better.”   “I did. And I got us a sparkly, new manor, even without your womanly wiles. Try topping that, Rhen.”   She crossed her arms and increased her speed, walking past him. “You cheated," Rhen simply said.   Lars caught up with her and smirked. He dangled the keys in her face. "Yes, I did. But, mission accomplished, no? That's the elitist way for you. It got the job done. And anyways we need it more than that woman. I heard she's got other manors in Veldt."   "Really?"   "Yes. Now let's go and check out our manor."   "Gladly," Rhen said, removing her gloves, "I can't wait to get out of this stupid dress."   "Yeah, you look like a cake in it."   "I do not!"
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    Welcome to Ghed'ahre
    Characters: Rhen D., Lars T., Te’ijal R.
    Idea: I'm pretty sure the party faced conflict when they first entered Ghed'ahre also tweaked a bit of things, such as not buying the garlic necklace. This happened after they defeated Nanghaithya, so their relationship would've improved after realising that they shouldn't take their lives for granted.
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    The town was quiet when they reached its gates. Rhen Darzon thought it odd and surveyed her surroundings. She nudged at a weathered signboard, the words "Ghed'ahre" hastily scribbled across it in drippy red paint.

    Her companion, Lars Tenobor, looked up at the sky.

    "Since when did it get so dark?" he asked.

    Rhen followed his gaze. She stared up into the sky then back to the road from where they came from. They'd left the tavern just a little after morning, she was sure of it, and then trekked across Halloween Hills. It had been a bumpy journey but it couldn't, shouldn't, have taken them the entire afternoon.

    At most, they'd travelled three hours, maybe four, tops. So for it to be dark so quickly, it was indeed strange.

    "It's the hills," she said, pointing, "they cast really long shadows, and we've been going downhill, maybe that's why it feels like night." Sure enough, if they'd paid attention earlier they'd realise that the town was nestled away in the dark shadows at the foot of Halloween Hills, on a downward terrain that made it difficult for the sun to shine across, even in the hottest of afternoons.

    "Well... this place gives me the creeps," Lars said behind her. He kicked a rock, sending it flying.

    She nodded.

    "Yeah. It's so strange. Where is everybody? Vohu Manah said the druid Rashnu resided in this town, didn't he?" Rhen looked around the quiet town again, frowning.

    Lars didn't reply.

    Rhen suddenly felt uneasy and swiftly unsheathed her sword, whirling around in the process, only to see Lars' arms held behind his back in a tight one-arm grip, his silent captor's other hand clamped firmly on his mouth. Rhen saw Lars' eyes widen in a wild panic and his irises darting about as if to warn her of something. The warning came a tad bit too late and Rhen felt someone kick the sword out of her hand. The sword went clattering to the ground and before she could go after it she felt the sharp tip of a blade pressing against her neck.

    "Don't go having any ideas, missy," a voice said from behind her.

    Rhen stood completely still; the blade was extremely close to severing her neck and she didn't want to risk anything. The person holding the blade against her throat laughed, and it wasn't a pleasant one.

    "What's this... Overlanders?"

    Rhen saw two, then three, and then a huge number of people approach them from the shadows of the houses. They emerged as if they were the shadows themselves, soundlessly and wordlessly. Their skin were stretched and pale to the point of being grey and their eyes, hooded in their sockets, were now staring intensely, with an uncomfortable interest, at the newcomers.

    A woman stepped forward from the crowd, smiling. Her hair was black as night and her skin was a pasty, sickly grey. She laughed and said, "Overlanders again. Do you people never give up?"

    "It seems they never do, Eva," a man in the crowd said.

    "What are you talking about?" Lars growled, managing to free his mouth but not his arms. Rhen struggled too but quickly she realised it was no use. She saw Lars' staff lying a distance away from him and her sword laying nowhere near her.

    They were done for.

    Ignoring Lars, Eva laughed a high, chilling laugh and turned to Rhen, smiling.

    Rhen decided instantly that she did not like that smile.

    The woman waved at the person behind Rhen to move the blade away from her throat. The person complied, then grabbed Rhen's arms and gripped them tightly behind her back.

    "Look at you... so beautiful, so alive..."

    "Listen, we're not here to harm anybody, we swear, we just-" Rhen started, but the woman cut her off.

    "Ahh yes, yes, I'm sure you're not, whatever," Eva replied absently, tracing a cold finger down Rhen's temple to the base of her neck, the action sending chills down Rhen's spine, "... you see, girl, we were always, ALWAYS caught off guard. But this time... we were READY."

    "What are you talking about?" Rhen cried.

    "It matters not, now," Eva said, grinning. Then, quick as lightning, she gripped Rhen's cheeks and tilted her head up, exposing Rhen's neck. The milky white skin of Rhen's throat, flushed red with her struggles and anger, seemed to glow bright in the low light, and Eva was not displeased.

    "Mm... it's killing me that I can hear your blood rushing through your skin so clearly... what torture. And it's also not helping that you smell... so... tasty," she murmured, bending close and sniffing Rhen's exposed skin.

    "What are you doing-"

    Rhen felt the woman lick her neck and she flinched.

    "Don't you DARE try anything," Rhen spat. She struggled, again, to fight off her captor but was held back by the same extraordinarily heavy grip, one she couldn't understand.

    Rhen knew she wasn't THAT physically tough, but the countless training at the Academy under Lorad had made her not only strong but had also heightened her agility and speed. She knew she could've easily taken one person down, even with a blade pressed against her neck, if she were quick enough. She did, after all, defeat the demon Nanghaithya with Lars... so why was it so hard this time for this bunch of crooks?

    "Hey, leave her alone!" Lars said angrily. "What do you want with us?"

    The woman straightened herself and laughed, revealing two elongated canines, sharp and eager.

    Rhen gaped, realisation dawning upon her.

    They’re not crooks; they're Vampires!

    "Vampires!" Rhen echoed her thoughts.

    "Vampires," Lars repeated faintly, all colour leaving his face.

    The woman narrowed her eyes, which Rhen now realised, were blood red.

    "Oh, as if you didn't know, Overlanders. Drop the act; we know you're here to stake us... one by one," Eva snarled.

    "Stake you? Why would we do that?" Rhen said incredulously.

    Eva hissed. "Isn't that what all of you Overlanders do? Come into tiny little Ghed'ahre, kill us and make us your trophies. Is that not what you're here for? Too many times have we been unprepared, too many times have we lost our brothers and sisters. Well, not this time, right?" Eva directed the last sentence to the crowd, who murmured in agreement, eyes glittering.

    "Are you crazy?!" Lars cried.

    "Yes, are you crazy?" Rhen repeated, glaring at Eva. She let her temper get a hold of her, a grave mistake Rhen later learns she should not have made. "Why would we do that? Trust me when I say this; we're not here to kill anybody! We're here on a mission and I'd like very much for you and your friends to let us go or I swear to the Goddess I will-"

    "You will... what?" Eva interrupted quietly.

    The atmosphere changed and Rhen immediately regretted her words. The vampires did not like and did not take to threats lightly; it was obvious in Eva's steel-like gaze. Rhen's heartbeat quickened.

    "Oh, oh it's not good, dearie, to throw threats when you are so pitifully outnumbered and helpless, you know," Eva drawled.

    "No, wait! I didn't mean I was going to kill you. I'm sorry! I swear we are on a mission! We're here to see-"

    "Lies!" Eva hissed, cutting Rhen off. Deciding she was done speaking to Rhen, the woman turned away and focused on the struggling Lars. Smiling, Eva gripped his face firmly.

    "Hey, don't touch me," Lars snapped, but Eva ignored him and pressed her lips against his. Lars made an inaudible sound and Eva released him, licking her lips. Then, without any warning, the woman threw a lightning quick punch at him, hitting him hard in the gut.

    Lars fell to his knees, the wind having knocked out of him. With his arms still held behind his back, Lars was unable to do anything but wheeze and double over in pain.

    Seeing this, Rhen panicked.

    "Lars!"

    Immediately, all the training and lessons she learned with her professors back at the Academy on how to face or react during tense situations like these flew out of the window. She turned to Eva just as the woman was about to throw another punch.

    "Stop! Stop it! Don't do it! Why can't you just believe us when we say we come in peace?"

    She paused, but when Rhen saw that Eva was not listening and was in fact, lifting her arm up to give Lars another hit, she panicked again. She started talking again, words flying out of her mouth.

    "We're not here to kill you! We're sent by the Oracle! On a quest, on a mission! Ahriman! Demons! Attacking the druids! Must warn them, must save them! We're here to see the druid Rashnu!" Rhen exclaimed in a rush. Then, taking a deep breath, she screamed, "AND HE MIGHT BE IN TROUBLE!"

    For a moment a heavy silence hung in the air.

    Breathing heavily, Rhen risked a glance over to the crowd. Mention of the druid's name seemed to have an effect on them for they started murmuring. Even Eva lowered her hand and turned around to face her.

    "Don't lie. You're just saying this so we'll let you go," Eva said, voice dripping with malice, "And then when we let you go, you'll turn around and stab us in the back with a stake when you think we're not looking. Don't think we don't know these tricks of yours."

    "It's the truth!" Rhen pleaded.

    "Nice try. Oh well, it's been good knowing you like this, girl, but I think it'd be greater knowing you as my dinner."

    "No!"

    Eva approached Rhen, baring her fangs, and Rhen squeezed her eyes shut.

    "That's enough, Eva," a clear voice rang out from behind them.

    Another silence hung in the air.

    Rhen opened her eyes but in her position, was unable to turn around to put a face to the voice but the look on Eva's face made her wonder who it was, for the person made Eva sneer, and if Rhen hadn’t been so close to death just a moment ago, she would’ve smiled at that.

    "Oh, you."

    "Let them go. I believe that they are speaking the truth," the voice said again.

    "Oh, you're so sure, are you," Eva replied sarcastically, "...but then again, someone like you would believe all the hogwash escaping from this girl's mouth."

    The owner of the voice stepped into view, and the first thing that Rhen noticed was the lone streak of white in the shocking red of the woman's hair.

    "Let them go, Eva. Seriously, do they look dangerous to you? They're children. And are they even carrying stakes with them? Go on, go ahead, check their things," the red-haired woman said. Two men stepped forward and ransacked Rhen and Lars' knapsacks eagerly, only to be disappointed when they found nothing but bread, folded cloaks and aquifolium.

    "Well, then, there you go," the red-haired woman said, with a smile.

    The crowd, Rhen noticed, had slowly started disperse when the two men could find no stakes in their knapsack. Eva noticed this too, and turned back to the red-haired woman.

    There seemed to be a moment of uncertainty, but finally she spoke.

    "Alright then, fine. I don't believe a word she says but I'll let it go, just this time, just this one time. If anyone dies today at the hands of these two humans, it will be on you, Te'ijal, remember that," Eva said, then turning to Rhen, "How unfortunate, girl... and I was looking quite forward to knowing you better... as my dinner. Don't think I've let you off the hook; I'll be watching you, oh yes, I'll be watching you very closely indeed." At this Eva stalked off and Rhen felt the grip on her arms loosen as her captor ran after Eva.

    In front of her, Lars was also released and the man disappeared off into the shadows silently. Lars fell to his feet, groaning.

    Heart in her throat, Rhen grabbed her sword, tucking it in her scabbard. She then grabbed Lars' staff and ran over to him.

    "Lars! Speak to me!"

    Lars laid down on the grass, turning onto his back. "Damn that woman... she's crazy," he muttered, "and that hurt like hell." Groaning, he placed his hands over his abdomen and started murmuring the words of white healing magic. A faint white glow emitted from his palms, swirling and wavering as it came in contact with his clothing. It then absorbed into him and disappeared. Rhen watched quietly, still gripping his staff.

    When he was done, Rhen handed him his staff and Lars accepted it gratefully.

    "Feel better?" she asked.

    "No... just numbed the pain. Pretty sure she broke my rib," he said, getting to his feet.

    "I'm sorry, Lars, it was because I threatened her she did this to you."

    He was just about to wave off her apology when someone cleared their voice. Rhen turned to see the red-haired woman, standing in the same spot. Suddenly feeling awkward, Rhen got to her feet and slowly approached their saviour.

    "Thank you... for saving us. If you hadn't come, I do not know what would've become of us," Rhen said, gesturing to herself and to Lars.

    "Well, I believe you, humans. Besides, you don't look like the usual vampire hunters we see. You're much too... soft," the red-haired woman said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Te'ijal Ravenfoot."

    "Rhen. And he's Lars."

    "Hi," Lars said, giving a feeble wave.

    "Well then, Rhen and Lars, best you be off on your mission, what is it, to warn Rashnu? To save the druids?" Te'ijal said, starting to walk away.

    Rhen frowned.

    "Wait! Why do you believe us?"

    "I know Rashnu. In fact, the whole town does. He's a good person. He protects this town. And if he's in trouble, as you said, we would want him to get all the help he needs. Speaking of which, we haven't been seeing him around, so he might have landed himself in some trouble. That's why I believe you."

    "Thank you," Rhen said, "wait, please, how do we repay you? We don't have much gold, and well, we don't have much actually but..."

    Te'ijal laughed.

    Rhen decided instantly that while she did not particularly like this woman’s laughter, she did not hate it either, and she was fine with that.

    "Foolish human, I have no interest in gold. I do however, long to walk the lands of the Overworld," she said, looking up into the dark sky, "but the sun will surely kill me." Turning to Rhen, Te'ijal continued, "But I have heard of a lotion that deflects the sun; if you find such lotion and give it to me, I'll consider that as repayment. How's that?"

    Rhen grinned in relief. "I will! I'll keep a lookout for it."

    "Great, looking forward to it, human. Oh, and, Rashnu’s shrine can be found in that cathedral, over there," Te'ijal said, pointing to a distant church in the middle of the town. She then turned her back and walked away.

    Rhen watched until Te'ijal disappeared into shadows, then turned around to see Lars shaking his head.

    “I don’t trust her either,” he said.

    “She saved us. She saved our lives. You and I would’ve been vampire dinner if it wasn’t for her."

    "But still, vampires. I only read about them in books; never expected to encounter one in my entire life," Lars muttered, as they began making their way into town. They didn't meet any more of the vampires on the way but curtains twitched and shadows flickered, making Rhen feel uncomfortable. She knew the locals were watching them, watching their every move.

    "Yeah, I still can't believe it."

    "Well, believe it. She almost ate you," Lars said.

    "Don't you think I know that," Rhen snapped, recalling the moment where Eva licked her neck. Instinctively, she pulled up the collar of her uniform around her throat, hiding any exposed skin. "That was very, very close. Much too close for comfort. I really thought I was going to die.”

    “Imagine that, the Chosen One, dying at the hands, at the fangs, of vampires.”

    Rhen made an annoyed sound. “I didn’t know they were so hostile about Overlanders. I also didn’t know about the whole staking of vampires being an issue in these parts. How barbaric. You know, now that I think of it, I don’t really blame them for behaving the way they did.”

    “Ever the kind-hearted one,” Lars said, rolling his eyes, “After what she did to me? I’m never letting that go.”

    “That was because I threatened her first. I’m sorry, Lars. But, er, you know, she kissed you," Rhen said, looking around absently. She noticed, not for the first time, at how quiet Ghed’ahre was, not a sign of crickets or critters alike as they approached the looming Cathedral.

    "Don't. Don't remind me. Her lips were cold. It felt like death, actually. You know what, let's just rescue the druid and get out of this place. Like I said, it gives me the creeps."

    "Couldn't agree more, Lars."
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    rosetyler got a reaction from moonpeace in Post your reviews here!   
    I have an honest review about AV4. I posted a long meta about it in my blog, but I'll post a shorter version of it here. Before you read, please note that every word I write is based on my gameplay and also from the heart; I mean it wholeheartedly, I don't mean to offend anybody and criticise anything.
     
    I'll start with the things I didn't like about AV4.
     
    Negative
    1. I'm going to go with the no. 1 thing that irked me the most: (highlight to read spoiler)
    The Final Boss. WHY? Why Hercules? Why him? Why?    He is the most annoying character, EVER. I really disliked him in AV3 and when I found out he was AV4's big baddie,I just... sort of tuned out. I was so disappointed. I really, really dislike him. If only AV4's big baddie was someone new and unknown, like Mordred Darkthrop.
     
    2. Journal/ Quests
    - Quests were branched out too much and it got complicated very fast.
    - The Journal, on the other hand, was not clear enough. For eg: in AV1, "Save the world from Ahriman" was constantly there and was drilled into your mind the entire game.
     
    In AV4, however, it was "Boyle's Redemption". So... what exactly was Boyle's Redemption? I just find it... a bit unclear. And referring to what I said about the quests, once it branched out too much and by the time I got back to my actual quest, I was lost, like, wait who am I supposed to save again?/ who was I supposed to fight again?
     
    At one point I seriously thought the main, main, main quest was to find Fang (because the plot seemed to keep coming back to Fang) and when I found him early in the game, I was confused "Hang on... this can't be right".
     
    3. Plot 
    - I don't know, but the game lacked something somehow, lacked what AV1/2/3(1-3) had (note that I left out AV3-4  because AV3-4's plot made so sense whatsoever considering it's part of the Orbs of Magic series)
    - Plot hole? (highlight to read spoiler)
    It is hinted that Boyle is a Pendragon. Ingrid asks him what his last name is, and he goes all flustery and says "...the Horrible...?"
     
    Now I found this weird because, isn't he Boyle Wolfbane? If he had answered "... Boyle Wolfbane...?" and I would've nodded and gone " Ahhhh.... nice twist, nicely played Amaranth Games, nicely played." but because he answered "the Horrible", it just didn't make sense, context-wise. Perhaps I'm reading too much into this? Would love some input.
     
    4. Closure/ Ending
    - I loved the cutscenes; I swear, I do. I love it in all the previous Aveyonds. And I loved them in AV4.
     
    But, but... I felt a bit let down when I realised we couldn't play the game anymore. In the previous games after defeating the baddie, we could still walk around and interact and get different endings and choose our destinies and there were even the "epilogues", something about Mel marrying Edward/Lars the 8th or "Rhen did not marry Lars, or maybe she did".
     
    I, for one, LOVED those epilogues and loved playing a while more to complete my side quests before ending the game. For me, that was the "denial" stage. "What? No, I have yet to complete the game, what ARE you talking about? Look at these side quests!" even though I've defeated the baddie.
     
    AV4 ended so abruptly I almost cried. It was like a smack to the face. I literally sat in my chair, mouth open, saying, "Wait... wait!! That's it? No!!!"
     
    I'd like repeat myself; it's not that I didn't like the cutscenes, I LOVED them (in fact AV1, 2 and 3 do not have enough cutscenes hehe) I just felt it ended too abruptly. 
     
    5. Final Battle Music (this is personal preference)
    - I am a huge fan of each and every Aveyond's final boss music. That's one of the main things I look forward to when I play the AV series, to be honest. To my surprise, it was just Boyle's Theme, which was played throughout the game here and there. Lol it felt a bit anti-climatic. 
     
    6. It did not feel like Aveyond.
    - If you asked me to describe why I said it didn't feel like Aveyond, I, honestly, am not able to answer, because I don't know. But it just... didn't feel like Aveyond.
     
    - It's called Aveyond 4, but had hardly any Aveyond in it lol at least in AV1 it was constant, and it least in AV3 it had a "shadow" version which was so cool... (forgot what's Aveyond's role in AV2)
     
    Anyways, now on to what I loved about the game!
     
    Positive
     
    1. Character Backstories / Development
    - It was amazinggggg in AV4. So rich, so detailed, it made me do something I never did before for the other AV games; it made actually CARE for ALL of the characters in the party, equally! (sorry Haddan, Mad Marge, Emma, Ulf) And for the first time I was seriously sad that I couldn't have ALL of them in my party at the same time (darn you, limited space of 4 characters, haha)
     
    - Rowen's backstory was my favourite. She intrigued me and made me crave for more of her story, why is she doing this? What's that? What's this? I was weepy throughout her arc and was so happy to see a happy cutscene of her at the end.
     
    - I love Myst and Ingrid's dynamic, like how Ingrid's mischief seemed to be rubbing off on Myst heehee! What a treat!
     
    - Robin made me laugh the most. He was so... innocent, so hilarious, the idea of him is just adorable. His actions and reactions really spiced up the game for me. He was valiant and it was adorable, it made me want to squish him, as opposed to AV1's valiant Galahad, where I rolled my eyes ( High five, Lars!) and I could barely tolerate him.
     
    - Hi'beru. OH MY GOD. HI'BERU. What a lovable dork! THE IDEA OF HIM! Original, fresh, amazing. Nightmare detoxifier? Fights demons in your dreams? Count me in!
     
    2. Character Interaction
    - Now out all of all the AV games I've played, I am a HUGEST fan of AV1, mainly because of the interactions. AV4 did not top it, but was very close. I, for one, love Rowen and Hi'beru's interactions a lot. I really did. So weepy, like I said, during Rowen's arc. Also, I loved Ingrid and Te'ijal's EXTREMELY SHORT CONVERSATION >
     
    - I enjoyed Robin and Myst's friendship. I found myself going "Aww..." a lot of times during the game.
     
    3. Concept / Design
     
    YOU GUYS OUTDID YOURSELVES~!
    - THE MENU! Equipment, Profile, Save etc. It was a bit hard to get used to in the beginning but when I got used to it, wow! Just wow! (Scripting it must've been a huge pain!) 
     
    - I loved it so much, I even wish it was the same for AV1! So I made this to comfort myself, haha!
     

     
    - I loved all of the character designs; they were beautiful, detailed, fresh and eye catching. Kudos to the artist! Again, I wish that AV1 had the same thing, then perhaps we'll get to see the details on Lars'/Dameon's outfits, and also Elini *.*
     
    - Also how cool was the battle system? Different angles and different situations, certain powers/spells had to wait 2/3 3 turns before being casted again. Also loved the idea of Robin pairing up; when I had him, Myst and Phye together, they were unstoppable!
     
    4. Puns/Jokes/ 4th Wall
    - As per usual, Aveyond didn't fail at this aspect. I can't remember much now, but they were extremely funny. One I clearly remember was after joining the Night Watch, and Banana Boy was saying something about "you can check your night watch status in your profile menu" or something like that... and then continues on to say something like "although, I've been trying to figure out what profile menu means". I remember this well because I actually burst out laughing. They broke the 4th wall! I loved it.
     
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    Yikes, I didn't mean for it to be so long! Anyways, that's my take on AV4! Overall it's a good game and I'm going green for this clocked at 31 hours and with my members being around level 50+.
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    rosetyler reacted to moonpeace in Play RPGs in Android   
    I'm jealous. I would give an arm to be able to play Aveyond games on my iPad.
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    rosetyler got a reaction from BlackPrincess in rosetyler's Assorted AV1 Edits/Art (sort of!)   
    If AV1 had proper profile pages!

















    Heh, so yeah, how I imagined their profile pages to look like. Character descriptions taken from the wiki/walkthroughs
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    rosetyler got a reaction from Danin in AV1 Cinematic Posters (10th Anniversary Edition) - COMPLETED! -   
    And here's the montage of all posters:
     

     
    HAPPY 10TH ANNIVERSARY AVEYOND 1! I LOVE YOUUUU av1 means a lot to me ;_;
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