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Wendy of Testaburger | Druid | Elf ((Closed RP blog))

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((Soooooooo, anyone still on here/wanna start something?))

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Task 1

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'That's what I like to hear.' Wendy grins over to her partner in 'crime'.

'Now, to move north, and then you're good to go. Down with those humans.' She nods in the direction they needed to head and launches herself from branch to branch. Moving slowly at first until she could hear the slight give of the branches and rustling of leaves as Damian followed her, matching her pace. It was good to know that she had someone to rely on that could keep up with her. Yes, she could have implemented her plan by herself, it would have had a much greater chance of error, and leave her vulnerable to everyone else in the area.

but enough of that, Wendy had to get the both of them into position so she could get to making things interesting.

'Here.' Wendy stopped, hand brushing against to the trunk of an especially ancient looking tree. 

'I'm going to give us a bit of height to work with while you get to working on the fireworks. You ready to knock the competition dead, my dear necromancer?' Wendy asks, voice full of amusement and the adrenalin that comes with a plan coming together as planned without any unexpected surprises to knock things off kilter.

You better be watching, my King, this next bit does all rely on you. Wendy thinks to herself, wondering if it was in her best interest to rely on her king.

Pushing out into the glowing green core of energy that was at the center of the tree, especially bright in the case of this ancient specimen, Wendy drew on it to encourage the tree to grow, giving her and the necromancer an extra thirty feet of height so they were looking over the expanse of the green sea of leaves and trees below them.

'When you're ready.' Wendy states as she catches her breath and begins to untie the satchels from her belts.

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He followed her to the place that she mentioned. As he watched her make the tree grow his eyes began to show a bright red his powers were swirling inside him getting ready for his firework display. When the tree reached it’s height he stepped out to a branch and let his magic unleash. Black shadow began to cover his hand and forearms. The black tendrils started to swirl around him as he grinned. He made a giant red cloud form over them shooting black lightning at the ground. When the black bolts hit the ground they sent hundreds of red and black sparks up into the forest. The whole scene made normal storms look like a meer breezy day. “Let’s see what the competition got.” It comes out as a growl and very deep.

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As soon as Damian had let loose his display, which made Wendy widen her eyes in surprise, because it was pretty impressive. She was really glad right now that she decided to team up with this devil of a necromancer because it would not have been fun being on his receiving end if this was what he pulled out for an attention grabbing spectacle.

With the signal sent, and who wouldn't be able to see a giant red cloud hovering over the forest shooting out bolts of black light?, all Wendy could do was some minor prep before the favour she'd asked of her king came through.

Tearing off the bottom of her tunic and tearing the fabric in half again, Wendy ties one strip around her lower face, keeping her mouth and nose covered.

'You may need this.' Wendy tosses the second piece to Damien.

With that precaution in place, Wendy grabs two of the satchels tied to her belt, one in each hand with the ties now loosened and waits for the south easterly wind she'd requested. If her calculations were correct, and they generally were, with the wind blowing in that direction, and with the addition of their added height, if she were to release a powder into that wind, say something nasty that would make anyone getting it there eyes, mouth, nose, or wounds very, very uncomfortable at the least.

It wasn't long until she felt the tickle of a soft breeze brushing against her forearms, but it didn't stay that way for long before growing until her hair was whipping about her head in a south easterly direction, the direction that she'd sensed the two humans from Kupa Keep in.

'Here's to the Elven Kingdom!' Wendy shouts through the cloth, her eyes twinkling with the satisfaction of everything going to plan as she tosses the first two satchels into the wind and watched as a fine curtain of white powder is carried along and dispersed through and over the forest beneath them.

It was ever so fun when plans came together, Wendy mused to herself as she got the next round of satchels ready.

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A Ruined Adventure (Ike and Wendy)

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'I think a bit more rest wouldn't hurt if I do say so. Nothing wrong with gathering our strength for the next surprise we walk into.' Wendy laughs, trying her best to lift the mood that was weighing down on the both of them. Yeah, this had seemed like a fun and exciting adventure to the both of them at the beginning, but apparently that wasn't how this quest was going to play out. Who knew if they were ever going to make it out of this dark, dank, dungeon?

'Would you like some good news though? Because I feel I should let you know that if there is moss such as this growing in here, then there has to be a source of water somewhere, so at least we shouldn't be in need of that.' Though that raised a whole other series of questions. did it mean that they were under a body of water or that there was water nearby. If it was the former then who knew how long the structure would hold together, especially due to recent events that would have definitely shaken the foundations of the structure . With their current luck it was only a matter of time before water started dripping down through the stones of the ceiling until an eventual torrent burst through, crushing and drowning the two of them.

'On second thought, let's keep moving. May as well find trouble before it finds us, don't you reckon?' Wendy pushes herself up, groaning at how her body aches, but forces herself to remain standing as she offers Ike a hand up and waits for him to re-equip himself.

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Ike took Wendys outstreched hand and used it to pull himself up. Stretching out, he picked up his sword and shield, and slung it over his body. He picked up his helmet and placed it back on his head, adjusting it until it fitted right. Looking at Wendy, he nodded, and started to lead the way down the corridor, desperately hoping that nothing else like that happened again. So much for being a fun and exciting adventure that they had both hoped it would be at the start, this was turning into a dangerous and deadly adventure that could kill them at anytime. 

Sighing, he kept walking further on down the corrider. How long is this fucking corridor? Seriously, fuck this. “Oh man………Fuck this.” Ike groaned, stopping in his tracks and staring down the corridor, which from the looks of it still wasn’t going to end soon. 

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Wendy halted her steps at Ike's side, the enormity of what they'd gotten themselves stuck in heavy in her mind. The corridor seemed to go on and on for what seemed like forever with barely a curve to it. The faint light emitting from the wall bound moss only further emphasised the fact that there was nothing but them in this place, and Wendy honestly never felt smaller than she did now, trapped deep below the earth and miles away from civilisation and help. At least she wasn't alone, without Ike's presence she'd have gone made in this confined space. Nothing like an audience to force yourself to remain composed for.

'There isn't any way to go but forwards,' Wendy sighs out, looking all around just to further emphasize her point, no matter how much she wished it wasn't true.

'Come on, the longer we stay put, the longer we stay down here.' trudging forward and taking the lead, Wendy keeps to the left side of the corridor, hand back to brushing against the wall. At least by keeping in contact with the organic matter made it easier to breathe, not to mention would keep her alert of any possible surprises that may or maynot be upcoming.

At least nothing would be able to sneak up on them, Wendy thought to herself and prayed the the green gods that she wouldn't be proven wrong.

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A Ruined Adventure (Ike and Wendy)

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The latest case of impending doom being put on halt for now made the anger and adrenalin the druid had been running off of before to evaporate, the dank wall all that was keeping her upright.

'Can we take a moment?' Wendy asks without anger, only weariness.

'Sorry about before. It wasn't your fault. We both knew that this place would be riddled with traps, we'd just been lucky up to that point.' She offers, starting to feel a little guilty for her previous yelling and accusations.

'How far do you think we've traveled?' Wendy asks, sliding down to sit on the ground, her head resting on the cool, damp stones of the wall that reminded her that they weren't quite buried alive.

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Ike shrugged, still trying to catch his breath after the sprint. He threw his helmet to to ground to try and make it easier to regain his energy, his head drenched in sweat. “I don’t know how far we’ve come, but I want a break as well.” Ike said. Removing his weapon and shield, he sat down next to Wendy, slouching against the wall. He still couldn’t believe that he had almost caused the two if them to be buried alive. 

He kept shaking his head and muttering for a short period of time before looking up and sighing. He turned to face Wendy. “Do you wanna move on, or rest a litle more?”.

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'I think a bit more rest wouldn't hurt if I do say so. Nothing wrong with gathering our strength for the next surprise we walk into.' Wendy laughs, trying her best to lift the mood that was weighing down on the both of them. Yeah, this had seemed like a fun and exciting adventure to the both of them at the beginning, but apparently that wasn't how this quest was going to play out. Who knew if they were ever going to make it out of this dark, dank, dungeon?

'Would you like some good news though? Because I feel I should let you know that if there is moss such as this growing in here, then there has to be a source of water somewhere, so at least we shouldn't be in need of that.' Though that raised a whole other series of questions. did it mean that they were under a body of water or that there was water nearby. If it was the former then who knew how long the structure would hold together, especially due to recent events that would have definitely shaken the foundations of the structure . With their current luck it was only a matter of time before water started dripping down through the stones of the ceiling until an eventual torrent burst through, crushing and drowning the two of them.

'On second thought, let's keep moving. May as well find trouble before it finds us, don't you reckon?' Wendy pushes herself up, groaning at how her body aches, but forces herself to remain standing as she offers Ike a hand up and waits for him to re-equip himself.

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Task 1

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'Good to hear.' Wendy shoots down, still up in the safety of the branches.

'It may be easier to proceed with the element of stealth if you could come up here, but if you feel safer on the ground I don't blame you. For now we'll stay close, but first I have some ground work to lay before we go after the two from Kupa Keep.' Wendy pauses, leaning against the tree trunk and extending her senses. 

There was Damien on the ground, black energy swirling within, but if she went further than that she could feel the flickers of smaller creatures, the stronger flames of some nasty creatures that were best to be avoided for now, but they were still a distance away.

There we go, Wendy thinks to herself as she manages to locate the two humans trampling through the forest. So they’d decided to team up as well. At least that made things interesting.

'Damien, how are you for big, flashy spells. Something that can be scene a distance away? Because if we act fast we can make things very, very uncomfortable for the yellow team.' Wendy smiles, her hand sliding down to the pouches attached to her belt.

'Anyway, we'll need to head north for a bit. You with me?'

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Damien uses his powers to get him up to her level in the tree and watches her scan with magic. He raises an eyebrow at the question.

"Big flashy I can do shouldn’t be too hard. I’m not that bad of a trickster." he grins already liking this plan a lot. He puts his hood back up as his eyes begin to glow. Not sure if that would worry her or not he was ready to fuck shit up.

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'That's what I like to hear.' Wendy grins over to her partner in 'crime'.

'Now, to move north, and then you're good to go. Down with those humans.' She nods in the direction they needed to head and launches herself from branch to branch. Moving slowly at first until she could hear the slight give of the branches and rustling of leaves as Damian followed her, matching her pace. It was good to know that she had someone to rely on that could keep up with her. Yes, she could have implemented her plan by herself, it would have had a much greater chance of error, and leave her vulnerable to everyone else in the area.

but enough of that, Wendy had to get the both of them into position so she could get to making things interesting.

'Here.' Wendy stopped, hand brushing against to the trunk of an especially ancient looking tree. 

'I'm going to give us a bit of height to work with while you get to working on the fireworks. You ready to knock the competition dead, my dear necromancer?' Wendy asks, voice full of amusement and the adrenalin that comes with a plan coming together as planned without any unexpected surprises to knock things off kilter.

You better be watching, my King, this next bit does all rely on you. Wendy thinks to herself, wondering if it was in her best interest to rely on her king.

Pushing out into the glowing green core of energy that was at the center of the tree, especially bright in the case of this ancient specimen, Wendy drew on it to encourage the tree to grow, giving her and the necromancer an extra thirty feet of height so they were looking over the expanse of the green sea of leaves and trees below them.

'When you're ready.' Wendy states as she catches her breath and begins to untie the satchels from her belts.

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Golden Boy- Kyle and Wendy

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'I think you need every little bit of help you can get in order to improve your appearance, it's the only excuse I can think for you to sleep away the day as you do.' Wendy retorts as Kyle dare puts his hands on her hips and have the gall to pull her closer.

'And I wouldn't have to insist on it's return if it hadn't been missing in the first place. What were you doing that got my most treasured gown in such a state, my king?' Wendy hisses into Kyle's ear, her grip tight on the lapels of his robe, giving Kyle no option of escape.

'And it's not so much the monetary value, but the personal value. Even if you can get it repaired, it won't be the same dress. I demand compensation.' She yanks him closer, chest pressed to chest as she stares him down.

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He merely cocked a brow and let his hands fall; curious as to her next move. “Compensation you say? What form would you want it in though? You’ve just stated how I can’t replace this dress and you know money is really all I can offer to you.”

His frown appeared on his face. “Oh ha ha, very funny. I’ll have you know that when you wake up I’m actually just getting to sleep. However with you constantly waking me I will soon start to get sleep deprived. However i always make sure I’m groomed to appropriate state. Today you just happened to catch me at a very raw time.” He tapped his chin and shrugged. “I simply needed a disguise to leave the castle. Fun fact; we have the same chest circumference and hip ratio. Isn’t that funny? my waistline however is broader. Tell me, how do you breathe in corsets? They’re a bitch to walk in let alone survive.”

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'I'm sure I can think of a thing or two that could help alleviate the damage you've caused. Whatever it may be, it'll be uncomfortable for you.' Wendy smiles into the shell of Kyle's ear, growing into a savage grin as she felt her king shiver against her.

'I'm sure I can whip up a potion or three to help you with your work, nothing like a tincture of my special brew to keep you focused and thoughts flowing as smooth as oil. Wouldn't believe the amount of work you can get done with a draught of the good stuff.'

Wendy chose to ignore his comments about the similarities in their measurements. If she decided to attack his figure for being feminine enough to pull off the dresses, then it'll only be natural that he'd respond with an insult about her more masculine figure. There would be no winning to either argument and would only serve to bring a rise out of the both of them and the chances of this discussion ending in a pleasant manner would be a far off dream. It's was all about strategy, picking the fights she knew she could win or profit from. Though the tidbit about her king needing to disguise himself as a woman in order to do something was definitely going to be tucked away. No knowing when a juicy piece of information like that may come in handy.

'Why don't you make a few suggestions on what you believe will make up for the damage, and maybe I'll tell you the secrets of corsets and why they wouldn't do anything to your waist.' Wendy couldn't help but tack on the last bit. She was only so strong.

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A Ruined Adventure (Ike and Wendy)

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Rumbling filled the corridor, causing Wendy to glare through heavy eyelids at Ike.

'You couldn't have waited, could you?' She groans before following his lead and trying to move through the trembling corridor, though with alot less energy than her companion.

'I take it back. If we get out of this, you're buying me a drink, because what idiot steps on Gods know what when there is actual light. Us stumbling in the dark never activated any accursed trap, but nooooooo, as soon as I magically alter moss so it could produce bio-luminescence you step on something. Only an idiot!' Wendy shrieks as she makes herself pick up the pace despite her whole body feeling like lead.

Once they got out of this latest stick situation, she’d let him have it in full, but for now, this would have to do.

Focusing on the cause of this latest dilemma, Wendy pumps her arms and legs as hard as she can, anger at the warrior running before the only thing currently fueling her movements.

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Great, Now Wendy was pissed and there was a good chance that they would by stuck in here. If there was one place he didn’t want to be it was with a pissed off Wendy. He kept his head down and continued running. After all this, Wendy was now possibly going to rip him apart. Now that was something to be worried about. They kept running down the rumbling corridor. “Look, I’m fucking sorry alright?! You think I intentionally stepped on that fucking switch?!” Ike shouted at Wendy as they continued to run.

Eventually, the rumbling stopped, and they were able to stop running, as they both caught their breath, Ike looked behind him. Great, now the exit was sealed off by rocks and mortar. THe only way onward was forward. But before that, Ike knew he was practically going to get fucking killed by Wendy.

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The latest case of impending doom being put on halt for now made the anger and adrenalin the druid had been running off of before to evaporate, the dank wall all that was keeping her upright.

'Can we take a moment?' Wendy asks without anger, only weariness.

'Sorry about before. It wasn't your fault. We both knew that this place would be riddled with traps, we'd just been lucky up to that point.' She offers, starting to feel a little guilty for her previous yelling and accusations.

'How far do you think we've traveled?' Wendy asks, sliding down to sit on the ground, her head resting on the cool, damp stones of the wall that reminded her that they weren't quite buried alive.

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Task 1

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Wendy, having previously extended her senses to locate the other life forms around her, made a beeline to the closest from up in the tree canopy. How she knew that this target was her opponent? Well the fact that dark energy seemed to ooze out of him, the levels only growing as she grew closer to her target.

She stopped, perched above the ground on the sturdy and comforting branch as she finally saw the necromancer, and judging by the black, pulsing energy in his hands, the caster pointed in roughly her direction, he knew she was there as well, or at least in the approximate area.

Now, to call on his assistance or not?

Wendy readjusted the red band tied around her upper forearm as she deliberated the options. On one hand there was saftey in numbers and seeing as he was representing the same kingdom as her there was a sense of comradery between them. If they teamed up then it would be a win win for the both of them. On the other hand, suggesting a partnership may make her seem vulnerable, and the necromancer could either attack her outright or bide his time and strike when she least expected. Wendy wasn’t sure if she could trust this Damien a hundred percent, but where was the fun in life without the occasional gamble.

Anyway, if worst came to worse, she still had a few tricks up her sleeve, that while they may not guarantee her personal success, would sure as hell make things uncomfortable at best for everyone else in this arena.

Back up plans were never to be underestimated after all.

Decision made, Wendy stands, shoulders back and eyes locked on the other competitor.

'So, how do you want to do this? All for one, or perhaps a dynamic duo type arrangement?Whatever it is, it's your call.' Wendy calls down to Damien, who's gaze had snapped to her as soon as she raised her voice.

Now she just had to wait for an answer before stepping into action. The steps that were to be taken depended solely on Damien’s choice.

Back up plans and all that.

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Well speak of the Druid herself. He lowered his hands dismissing his spell. He sighed and looked back up at her. “Probably for the best to team up. Our powers might get us far.” He took the moment to pull his raven hair into a ponytail to quit irritating him. He looked back up wondering if she planned to stay in the tree. She obviously was strong he respected her so far.

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'Good to hear.' Wendy shoots down, still up in the safety of the branches.

'It may be easier to proceed with the element of stealth if you could come up here, but if you feel safer on the ground I don't blame you. For now we'll stay close, but first I have some ground work to lay before we go after the two from Kupa Keep.' Wendy pauses, leaning against the tree trunk and extending her senses. 

There was Damien on the ground, black energy swirling within, but if she went further than that she could feel the flickers of smaller creatures, the stronger flames of some nasty creatures that were best to be avoided for now, but they were still a distance away.

There we go, Wendy thinks to herself as she manages to locate the two humans trampling through the forest. So they'd decided to team up as well. At least that made things interesting.

'Damien, how are you for big, flashy spells. Something that can be scene a distance away? Because if we act fast we can make things very, very uncomfortable for the yellow team.' Wendy smiles, her hand sliding down to the pouches attached to her belt.

'Anyway, we'll need to head north for a bit. You with me?'

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Down with a Sickness- Open RP

No one knew when exactly it started, or from where it had come from, but with the spring winds had come something much worse than the usual hay fever.

It started as a cold, but soon rose to a fever that could bring the strongest of warriors down to their knees. From there the fever either continued to rise, or if you were really unlucky, a cough would develop that eventually wore at the lungs til every breath caused rattling deep within the chest.

In both cases death was the most likely outcome, the duration it was drawn out depended on which way the sickness decided to turn.

While there had initially only been a few isolated cases, enough to put quarantine protocol into action to isolate the afflicted, there was no stopping whatever this sickness was.

Was this something borne from nature, or a magical concoction created by some nefarious party to weaken the stronger kingdoms of the land?

Could there be a cure for this affliction spreading through and eliminating the populations of the kingdoms?

Elf or Human, sickness doesn't discriminate.

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Golden Boy- Kyle and Wendy

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How dare he try and play ignorant with her. How dare he! Wendy clenches her fists and jaw as Kyle sits himself up on the cabinet.

'I believe you know perfectly well what would cause me to storm into your chambers at a perfectly reasonable hour.' Deep breaths, Wendy. If you snap now you'll end up with nothing, she thinks to herself as she tries valiantly to wish away the tenseness her anger has brewed in her posture.

'What may have been a gown to you, and notice how I'm not questioning the fact that you've been wearing my gowns, again, was a gift. A very precious gift to me made from very rare and expensive materials and also held a lot of personal value. Why to you it may have been 'pretty' and brought out your eyes and hair nicely, it's all I have left of an old client, who had it specially made for me as a gift. This client, and friend, is no longer with us and you damaged one of the few momentos that I have to remember him by. So tell me, my king, what are you going to do about it.' She steps towards him, not even attempting to make her steps light and dainty.

Wendy crosses her arms over her chest and despite Kyle being perched upon the cabinet, is still looked down on by the seething druid. Wendy narrows her eyes as she waits for an answer from the nervous looking king.

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ah. That’s what it was. He gave a nod and a frown; he had been meaning to get it fixed for her but she insisted that she needed it back. He was surprised that she wasn’t going to question his intents for wearing them, but couldn’t help but bite back at her comments for him wearing them. “Rest assured, I certainly don’t need your dresses to make me look good. I was getting it in the process of repair but you stopped that from happening. If you surrender it I can get it fixed as if brand new. That’s what I’m going to do about it.”

he attempted to hide his nervousness from her with a bit of cockiness; giving a grin and hands clasping to her hips; pulling her forward to him. “My my, since when are you so fixated on monetary values of possessions? I thought that kind of thing was beneath you. But clearly, living hear has made you come out into the world with a more realistic perspective. It’s a good thing. However the dresses are just things after all. I could fill your wardrobe with dozens much like it, but that won’t do for someone like you will it?”

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'I think you need every little bit of help you can get in order to improve your appearance, it's the only excuse I can think for you to sleep away the day as you do.' Wendy retorts as Kyle dare puts his hands on her hips and have the gall to pull her closer.

'And I wouldn't have to insist on it's return if it hadn't been missing in the first place. What were you doing that got my most treasured gown in such a state, my king?' Wendy hisses into Kyle's ear, her grip tight on the lapels of his robe, giving Kyle no option of escape.

'And it's not so much the monetary value, but the personal value. Even if you can get it repaired, it won't be the same dress. I demand compensation.' She yanks him closer, chest pressed to chest as she stares him down.

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A Ruined Adventure (Ike and Wendy)

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Wendy pivoted around in the dark, suffocating room as Ike called out. From the sounds of stone grating against stone, as well as the wave of musty, dust filled air blowing around them despite there being not a breath of fresh air in this place lead Wendy to the conclusion that Ike had found some sort of passage and had managed to open it.

'Good work.' Wendy let's out, relieved, patting the warriors shoulder, or at least where she assumed it was. It was a good thing he was wearing a helmet.

'I'm guessing that since it was hidden there should be something worthwhile down that way. If only we could see, because with the way our luck is going on this venture, we'll probably end up walking by piles of gold and artifacts without even knowing.' She laughs, trying to ease the rising tension and panic of being in such an enclosed space. At least with the stone walls of the castle there were windows to let air in. Here it was, suffocating, with no escape thanks to her quick thinking.

Following Ike’s lead into the passage, Wendy reaches out, her right hand trailing along the wall for a sense of stability when she felt it.

The walls were soft, but not in an oozy, fleshy way. It almost felt like-

'Why didn't I think of this before. Ike, if this works I'm buying you a drink once we get out of here.' Wendy declares as she reaches out into the moss and tries to tweak with it. She'd read in tomes and scrolls over her travels, even heard whispers about plants that seemed to hold a light within them in the seemingly darkest of caves. Some believed there was magic involved, that the plants held the light that's to absorbing high amounts of magical energy. Now was the time to put those rumours and tales to the test.

With a final push, Wendy had to slump against the wall, having not expected as much energy would have been needed to trigger the effect. Wendy shut her eyes as she tried to steady herself, but judging by Ike’s gasp her little experiment must have proven fruitful.

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Ike was visibly shocked and stumbled back as the passageway filled up with light. Wendy and her fucking powers, he know how powerful they were, but he didn’t expect her to be able to do this. He glanced around at now light filled passageway. “How the fuck……..Look, I’m not even gonna question this, let’s just push further in. It worked though, looks like you’re gonna have to buy me a drink after all” Ike said, still shocked at how she had done that.

He walked further into the passageway, still shaking his head in shock. Wendy looked pretty tired after she did it, but somehow….Jesus fucking christ. He looked up to his normal view and continued walking. It was only when he bumped into something did he allow himself to look down. It looked like somekind of switch, and he had stepped on it. He heard a rumbling sound, and he instantly knew what was happening. “Wendy, run!” Ike called out to her.

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Rumbling filled the corridor, causing Wendy to glare through heavy eyelids at Ike.

'You couldn't have waited, could you?' She groans before following his lead and trying to move through the trembling corridor, though with alot less energy than her companion.

'I take it back. If we get out of this, you're buying me a drink, because what idiot steps on Gods know what when there is actual light. Us stumbling in the dark never activated any accursed trap, but nooooooo, as soon as I magically alter moss so it could produce bio-luminescence you step on something. Only an idiot!' Wendy shrieks as she makes herself pick up the pace despite her whole body feeling like lead.

Once they got out of this latest stick situation, she'd let him have it in full, but for now, this would have to do.

Focusing on the cause of this latest dilemma, Wendy pumps her arms and legs as hard as she can, anger at the warrior running before the only thing currently fueling her movements.

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Golden Boy- Kyle and Wendy

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Two thoughts went through Wendy’s head at her king’s question.

One. Do what she really, really wanted to do, pull him in by the robe and introduce her fist to his face. Yeah, it might get her banished form the kingdom, but the short lived satisfaction would be worth it. 

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Two. She could try and calm herself down, follow him where ever it was he wanted to go to discuss this ‘small’ problem that he’d gotten himself into, and try and milk as much out of the situation as she could. Compensation and all that.

As itchy as her fists were to make contact with the king’s face, still bleary with sleep, Wendy did her best to bring her anger down to a simmer so they could be civil, if only momentarily.

'Fine, my king. Wouldn't want to disturb your guest after all. Lead the way.' Wendy gritted out before following the robe clad figure out of his private chambers.

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Kyle cleared his throat; watching the druid’s facial expressions change within seconds of the first; in her eyes the cogs in her head seemed to be grinding each other to nothing. His eyes peered from the confusion face of possible impending doom, to the “guest” he had, and back to those eyes. He breathed out with a slight smile at the acceptance of his request; and he gestured for her to follow before moving into his ensuite.

Once in and she standing in the centre of the room; he closed the door behind them and took a seat on his cabinet. He refrained from kicking his legs and attempting to distract her from…whatever it was she was thinking about.

"Sooo….I…am not sure what it is you want to think it acceptable to wake me up at such an ungodly hour." He started, before mentally cursing at how easy the words just came out so snarkily with her. "I think it best you inform me and we can try and make it better, what do you think?"

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How dare he try and play ignorant with her. How dare he! Wendy clenches her fists and jaw as Kyle sits himself up on the cabinet.

'I believe you know perfectly well what would cause me to storm into your chambers at a perfectly reasonable hour.' Deep breaths, Wendy. If you snap now you'll end up with nothing, she thinks to herself as she tries valiantly to wish away the tenseness her anger has brewed in her posture.

'What may have been a gown to you, and notice how I'm not questioning the fact that you've been wearing my gowns, again, was a gift. A very precious gift to me made from very rare and expensive materials and also held a lot of personal value. Why to you it may have been 'pretty' and brought out your eyes and hair nicely, it's all I have left of an old client, who had it specially made for me as a gift. This client, and friend, is no longer with us and you damaged one of the few momentos that I have to remember him by. So tell me, my king, what are you going to do about it.' She steps towards him, not even attempting to make her steps light and dainty.

Wendy crosses her arms over her chest and despite Kyle being perched upon the cabinet, is still looked down on by the seething druid. Wendy narrows her eyes as she waits for an answer from the nervous looking king.

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A Ruined Adventure (Ike and Wendy)

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The stench was near physical as Wendy ducked beneath the beast’s flying mass with Ike.

This was old magic that had been tainted. Old magic in and of itself was powerful stuff, something that normal weapons would be unable to pierce through without some help.

She needed to think but the confines of this room, along with their impending doom fate at the hands of a beast that they couldn’t see in it’s true skin wasn’t exactly helping make things easier to think through.

By the way it was pacing, almost toying with them, Wendy knew that she and Ike had some time before it decided to try and come at them again. It might not be long, but at least it was something. 

I guess that’s one of the good things about running into something ancient, they never feel the need to rush into anything, Wendy encourages herself, before going back to thinking.

There was nothing here she could use to strike, or help Ike with. Maybe if she could do anything magic wise with fire they’d have a decent chance, but unfortunately fire was the one thing that was out of the question for her to do. Wendy could do plants, but that wasn’t any use down here, in the subterranean levels of an ancient temple in the middle of a forest and-

How could she have forgotten that.

'Ike, things are going to get loud, and messy, but I need you to trust me and to stay close. When I say run, I need you to run further in. Okay?' Wendy keeps her voice low and steady as to not provoke the beast into doing anything.

Reaching out with her senses, Wendy finds the roots that are twined thickly around the structure, almost a protective shell, and gives them a little bit of encouragement.

'Run!'

The stones walls begin to shake and groan, earth falling from the ceiling as the structure is compromised and the beast goes to strike again. To bad there is a twining wall of dirt covered roots blocking the path.

Rather than stay and appreciate her work, Wendy follows Ike further into the tunnel and away from the walls that weren’t as supportive as they should have been, stone and mortar dropping down around them in their escape.

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Ike wasn’t to sure about this, but he knew it was probably the best idea and he put his sword and shield away, waiting for Wendy to do what she was going to do and telling him to run.. As soon as he heard the word ‘run!’, he took off as fast as he could into the tunnel that led him and Wendy futher on into the ruins. Eventually, the tunnel ended and they found themselves in a new part of the ruins, which had more open space, but was even darker. Well that was just great. Ike looked at Wendy. “Good work taking care of that….thing.” Ike said, still a bit shaken.

As he continued to walk around the ruins with Wendy, something caught his eye. It looked like another wall. But Ike had read about those types of things in his childhood. It was covering a hidden passage, and he knew exaclty how to open it. He walked over to the wall and placed his right and on it, moving it around until he found a weak piece of stone on it. Pushing it, the door creaked and groaned as it opened and revealed a hidden passage, just as he’d suspected. “Hey Wendy, check this out.” Ike called, beckoning her to come over.

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Wendy pivoted around in the dark, suffocating room as Ike called out. From the sounds of stone grating against stone, as well as the wave of musty, dust filled air blowing around them despite there being not a breath of fresh air in this place lead Wendy to the conclusion that Ike had found some sort of passage and had managed to open it.

'Good work.' Wendy let's out, relieved, patting the warriors shoulder, or at least where she assumed it was. It was a good thing he was wearing a helmet.

'I'm guessing that since it was hidden there should be something worthwhile down that way. If only we could see, because with the way our luck is going on this venture, we'll probably end up walking by piles of gold and artifacts without even knowing.' She laughs, trying to ease the rising tension and panic of being in such an enclosed space. At least with the stone walls of the castle there were windows to let air in. Here it was, suffocating, with no escape thanks to her quick thinking.

Following Ike's lead into the passage, Wendy reaches out, her right hand trailing along the wall for a sense of stability when she felt it.

The walls were soft, but not in an oozy, fleshy way. It almost felt like-

'Why didn't I think of this before. Ike, if this works I'm buying you a drink once we get out of here.' Wendy declares as she reaches out into the moss and tries to tweak with it. She'd read in tomes and scrolls over her travels, even heard whispers about plants that seemed to hold a light within them in the seemingly darkest of caves. Some believed there was magic involved, that the plants held the light that's to absorbing high amounts of magical energy. Now was the time to put those rumours and tales to the test.

With a final push, Wendy had to slump against the wall, having not expected as much energy would have been needed to trigger the effect. Wendy shut her eyes as she tried to steady herself, but judging by Ike's gasp her little experiment must have proven fruitful.

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Golden Boy- Kyle and Wendy

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He wasn’t in the throne room, nor had he been in the kitchens, or the library. Stomping through the court and training yards hadn’t yielded anything in her hunt either.

Where could he be, it was a perfectly respectable hour, the morning only have just began. He should be out, busy, doing things that she could interrupt in order to let her displeasure to be known.

Wait.

It was a reasonable hour.

The idiot King was probably still in bed.

And if Wendy remembered the council discussions correctly he’d been busy with a new agreement. He was either asleep, or occupied, which to her translated as vulnerable, just the way she wanted him to be right now.

With a savage grin that caused even the most hardened warrior going through their morning drills to back up a pace or two as she swooped past, Wendy re-entered the palace, and made a bee-line for his majesty’s royal bed chamber.

Custom dictated that she should knock and await for permission to be granted for her to enter, but that was simply court customs. Court life was her second life, and the call of the wild told her to just storm in and make the man realise what a horrible mistake he had made.

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the stomping behind his door he could deal with; people had things to do and sometimes it was loud, but the action of his door being slammed open make his head jerk up to stare at his headboard suddenly. A few seconds to recover and he groaned before rolling over and gripping his fringe to cover his whole face.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?!" He hissed and gestured to the sleeping body beside him. "What the hell do you want now?" He slid out of the bed, pulling his gown across his body ever so quickly before doing it up accordingly.

He studied Wendy’s features, and his brows lifted from the crease they were etchin into his face. She seemed livid; like she wanted to justice served right then. It clicked in his mind that he had ever so gratefully borrowed a fourth dress and never remembered to get it fixed. It seemed she found it first however. “Why don’t we go somewhere else to uh, discuss this okay?” His eyes were pleading but his mouth was seething.

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Two thoughts went through Wendy's head at her king's question.

One. Do what she really, really wanted to do, pull him in by the robe and introduce her fist to his face. Yeah, it might get her banished form the kingdom, but the short lived satisfaction would be worth it. 

or

Two. She could try and calm herself down, follow him where ever it was he wanted to go to discuss this 'small' problem that he'd gotten himself into, and try and milk as much out of the situation as she could. Compensation and all that.

As itchy as her fists were to make contact with the king's face, still bleary with sleep, Wendy did her best to bring her anger down to a simmer so they could be civil, if only momentarily.

'Fine, my king. Wouldn't want to disturb your guest after all. Lead the way.' Wendy gritted out before following the robe clad figure out of his private chambers.

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Fight Like a Girl ♦ Wendy & Kenny

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Wendy had fully expected an escort of sorts for the princess and was surprised to say the least to hear what sounded like a carriage and a small group of guards move away from the designated meeting place. But then the princess stepped into the clearing.

Wendy had heard alot of tales throughout the lands about princess Kenny, but seeing her in the flesh was a sight to behold. The rumours singing her praise did not do her justice in the slightest.

Yes, this is kind of amazing, Wendy thought to herself. She was meeting royalty, in an informal setting. She had personally been asked for an audience with said royalty, who had agreed to Wendy’s conditions for this meeting. But what was the end game here? What was the reason behind the need to have this meeting in the first place? There had to be something that the princess wanted out of this, and why was Wendy being sought out for whatever it was?

Wendy stepped forward, bowing down into a curtsy a respectable distance away from the princess.

'It's a real honour to be meeting you, Princess. How may I be of service to you today?' Wendy speaks clearly with more confidence in her words than she actually feels. She was nervous, excited, and wary beneath the surface. She didn't like not knowing exactly what was going on. There were to many unanswered questions and variables to really put herself at ease with the situation, despite having the home ground advantage.

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It was a little unorthodox for her to send her part a little ways away, but the princess felt it necessary and did not regret her decision. Besides it wasn’t as if they had fled completely. The group of guards were just a safer distance away from the the designated meeting area and if something should go wrong would be able to return within a matter of seconds. Kenny wasn’t particularly worried, though. In spite of the fact that the two of them were from opposing sides, the blonde felt this Wendy seemed trustworthy enough.

Offering a soft, almost crooked smile and quick bow of her head to the aforementioned woman, Princess Kenny approached closer. “I’m sorry for not being exactly clear about my intentions. I felt it would be better to discuss this in person.”  She quickly brought up an explanation for her slightly unconventional methods. Then again, the princess was sort of unconventional in and of herself.

Shifting her weight from one foot to another, the princess gave Wendy a look as if she were sizing her up. She wasn’t sure what she had ben expecting when she requested this meeting, but Kenny wasn’t exactly disappointed. Well, her mind had strayed a bit from the original matter at hand as she admired the view for only a few moments, mouth quirking.

Decidedly not wiping off the tiny smirk that had spread her lips a bit, Kenny spoke again. “I’m interested in your abilities and would like to learn them myself if I can. I’ve heard you’re quite talented in certain fields.” She hadn’t exactly meant to, but it was sort of second nature sometimes. The princess often spoke in a tone that could be read as less than innocent and now was certainly not an exception.

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This princess sure as hell knew how to please another woman, Wendy thought as she felt her ego inflate at the mention of her talents and how they were known.

Knowing that she was being buttered up in exchange for what Wendy guessed as lessons didn't offend her int he slightest, knowing full well that she's have done the same in their positions had been reversed. Wendy assumed that the princess knew that Wendy knew what was going on because this game of words and pleasantries was the language that curt life was spoken in. Pretty words and inferred promises.

 'Sure, I'd be more than happy to help you, though I have two questions first.' Wendy crosses her arms and casts a scrutinizing eye over the princess.

'One, what is it exactly you'd like me to teach you.' Wendy unfolds one of her arms and raises a single finger for emphasis.

'And two, what's in it for me exactly.' She raises a second before returning the arm to it's previous crossed position just under her slight chest as she waits for a response from the princess.

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Task 1

He grumbled as he walked through the woods. He was thinking over the rules and what plans he could do. Keeping his hood up he listened around for other contestants. That’s just what he needed, to run into another person before he was ready.

Thinking back the Druid, what was her name? W….w…Wendy yes, that’s it. She was his opponent. How would he get out of this one? She was a tough one. Hopefully he could at least pull some pranks or get some manipulation going. He began to cook up a scheme in his head when he sense a presence near by. He quickly readied his hands to cast a spell. As the figure came near he could finally see them. He channeled dark Energy into his hand preparing to attack.

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Wendy, having previously extended her senses to locate the other life forms around her, made a beeline to the closest from up in the tree canopy. How she knew that this target was her opponent? Well the fact that dark energy seemed to ooze out of him, the levels only growing as she grew closer to her target.

She stopped, perched above the ground on the sturdy and comforting branch as she finally saw the necromancer, and judging by the black, pulsing energy in his hands, the caster pointed in roughly her direction, he knew she was there as well, or at least in the approximate area.

Now, to call on his assistance or not?

Wendy readjusted the red band tied around her upper forearm as she deliberated the options. On one hand there was saftey in numbers and seeing as he was representing the same kingdom as her there was a sense of comradery between them. If they teamed up then it would be a win win for the both of them. On the other hand, suggesting a partnership may make her seem vulnerable, and the necromancer could either attack her outright or bide his time and strike when she least expected. Wendy wasn't sure if she could trust this Damien a hundred percent, but where was the fun in life without the occasional gamble.

Anyway, if worst came to worse, she still had a few tricks up her sleeve, that while they may not guarantee her personal success, would sure as hell make things uncomfortable at best for everyone else in this arena.

Back up plans were never to be underestimated after all.

Decision made, Wendy stands, shoulders back and eyes locked on the other competitor.

'So, how do you want to do this? All for one, or perhaps a dynamic duo type arrangement?Whatever it is, it's your call.' Wendy calls down to Damien, who's gaze had snapped to her as soon as she raised her voice.

Now she just had to wait for an answer before stepping into action. The steps that were to be taken depended solely on Damien's choice.

Back up plans and all that.

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Pushing Up Daisies- Damien and Wendy

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  'Please to meet you, Damien. I'm Wendy. Wendy Testaburger. And as I said I'm here to chase a rumour and to meet a fellow competitor who's choosing to represent my King. No crime in that, is there?' Wendy says as her eyes scan over Damien, taking in build, dress, possibly concealed weapons, and the like.

'I can tell you've been doing some casting before I got here, please don't tell me I interrupted before you'd finished. I hate it when that happens to me and I would feel so very guilty if I caused that same feeling to a fellow magic wielder.' She prods at the warm earth infront of her with her index finger.

'So what were you doing to create such a big magical flare? It was easy enough to find and follow so you may have had some rather unfortunate company. Or maybe you wanted to be found?' Wendy ponders out loud, Locking her eyes with Damien's own. The red of them was completely unnatural, but when she thought about it no other colour would have done him the justice that those unnatural peepers did.

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He shook his head. “No I was quite finished for the day. Just…attempting to clean up a bit.” Hey he could tel the truth when he wanted to. He looked over her. A magic user huh? Let’s see, by the flowers in her hair he was going to guess druid? Seemed good to him. 

"I was summoning. And attempting to get them fixed since there is a disturbance in with my powers. People finding me isn’t a problem really it’s what they do when they find me. Humans and even elves don’t like my kind if you catch my drift.” 

He really had no idea how else to say it. He pretty much dressed the part, but would this possible druid know about necromancers?

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Rather kind for him to clean up after himself, you don't hear many necromancers extending a courtesy like that, Wendy thinks to herself, suitably pleased.

'I think i'll leave it to myself to decide whether i like 'your kind' or not. Any way, us magic users have to stick together, don't you reckon?' Wendy stated. She knew personally how much prejudice could skew ones view of the world and it's populations, had been a perpetrator of casting judgement by appearance and race alone. But she liked to put that behind her, believe that she'd outgrown that part of her life, matured even.

Plus she'd never seen a necromancer in the 'flesh' before. This was new, interesting, and proving to have the potential of being a rather fruitful interaction.

'So, what brings you to these parts, so close to the Kingdom? If you don't mind me asking that is.' Wendy asks, looking over Damien for anything that could give further insight on whether he was speaking truths or not.