#anandor

[thunderstar-supernova]

 Some more drawings for @boilingheart

Anandor and Zenith this time

[lightandshxdow]

Character Analysis: Anandor + Neo’la

I was tagged by: @anierous-sunblade

I’m tagging: idk who to tag bc I think everyone I know has already been tagged..... but uh @amnesicangel and @wanderersofazeroth if you haven;t done it yet ;u;

Putting this under a cut bc it’s long and has both my muses!

One picture you like best of your character’s FC (or play-by or art you have of them, whatever, pick something) :

Two head canons you have for your muse that you never told anyone:

While enslaved by private traffickers, Anandor had actually lost faith in the Light after being locked away for about four years. The Light no longer came to his call, since he had begun to lose hope that he would ever escape. Once on Draenor, however, and he spotted Neo’la nearly being choked to death by one of the Iron Horde orcs, Anandor returned to his normal self, and reached out to the Light for the first time in nearly three years. The scene where both he and Neo’la fall off the Dark Portal’s platform and he casts a divine shield around them is the first time he touched the Light -- and it was used to save her life.

Anandor has heinous addiction problems, and can get hooked on anything way too easily. He was a thistlehead growing up, and it wasn’t until he was taken away as a slave that he finally broke that addiction (I mean when you don’t have access to it for like seven or eight years, yeah you’re gonna be clean) Not only that, but after the Sunwell was destroyed, he binged on fel energy to satiate his thirst in dangerous amounts, so much so that he risked becoming a wretched. His eyes were originally a vivid violet color, but are now a sickly felfire green. Only recently has the murky glow gone down to look a little less sickly, but it is forever a reminder of how he couldn’t keep his addiction under control.

Three things that your muse likes doing in their free time:

Fishing! His father used to take him out fishing a lot since he grew up by the shore, and he loves going out to sea

Lying in the sun. Just on the grass, no armor, no shoes, just lying there with his eyes closed and basking in the sunlight.

Cliff diving. Just jump off a damn waterfall and into a river. Gets the heart pumping and keeps you cool in the summer.

Two things your muse regrets:

Being unable to keep his son from dying at the hands of the Scourge. He should have told Erenor he had to go with his mother, he shouldn’t have let him fight alongside him. It was too dangerous, and it was his fault, Anandor let him die...

Losing himself to the Alliance. So many years lost, so much time he spent apart from his family, he should have been stronger, he should have been able to take down that mage before she casted the damn pyroblast. They dragged him away, and he was too weak to do anything about it.

Two phobias/fears your muse has:

Being the only one left alive, or watching all his loved ones die before he did. The thought of losing those he holds so dear pains him, and keeps him awake at night, especially since it;s too possible for the fear to come true.

Losing his mind and being forced to hurt who he loves. He would never grow violent to those he loved, and he’d rather die than watch himself sink low enough or lose his sanity enough to allow any harm to befall on his family -- especially by his own hand.

One picture you like best of your character’s FC (or play-by or art you have of them, whatever, pick something) :

(art by @phsfg)

Two head canons you have for your muse that you never told anyone:

Neo’la actually had a relationship with one of her bosses at the Silvermoon tailoring shop she worked at (after Anandor “died”). Neo’la dated Lady Tierra Boughstrider for a few months, but they broke the relationship after Garrosh’s tyranny started affecting everyday lives.

Neo’la secretly has a thing for night elves.

(this part is hella short mainly bc I’ve already talked about literally everything else about her so I had a hard time coming up with something)

Three things that your muse likes doing in their free time:

Sewing or knitting. Anything to keep her hands busy. That, and she loves making scarves or other various clothing.

She likes walking in the city, just enjoying the view and windowshopping. In a modern AU she’d spend all her time in a damn mall.

Sleeping. Nothing beats a good ol fashioned nap

Two things your muse regrets:

Not being with her children at their time of death. She feels responsible for Erenor and Andria’s deaths, and feels she failed as a mother to protect them from harm.

Torturing her loved ones while under the influence of the Sha in Pandaria. She lost herself in the Shadows and Sha, and lashed out to many who wnated to save her, some of whom are still suffering to this day from her magic. She can never forgive herself for such things.

Two phobias/fears your muse has:

Undeath. She’s seen her sister suffer through it, and the thought of being undead absolutely terrifies her. She fears that if she were to be rasied as an undead, she’d forget who she was in life, and become destructive.

Losing the last of her children. She’s already lost two of them, Light, please don’t take her sunshines away.

[lightandshxdow]

R O L E P L A Y   C H A R A C T E R   S T A T S   S H E E T

Repost, replacing the old information with your muse’s information.

Pass it on to your mutuals for a better understanding of their muses.

Tagged by: @exspiravitae​ 

- I’ll be doing two of these, one for Anan and another for Neo -

▍ Face claim: Jensen Ackles ▍ Name: Anandor Rin Lighttreader ▍ Age: 187 (~35 human years old) ▍ Gender: Male ▍ Nationality: Eversong Descent / Blood Elf ▍ Residence: Bladespire Citadel (WoD) Silvermoon City (Post-WoD) ▍ Marital Status: Married

L I K E S

▍ Drink:  He is particularly fond of the fruit juices served in Stormwind. As for alcohol, he has a strong stomach for it, and prefers Dwarven Mead, but overall, would simply choose water with a slice of lime in it if offered a drink ever. ▍ Food: He has a carnivorous taste, and loves eating meat. Out in Draenor, he’s acquired a taste for Talbuk, and is especially fond of Orcish foods. A traditional elven meal, however, (fish, salad and fruit) will suit him any day, however. ▍ Day or Night: Anandor truly is a child of the sun, and absolutely adores the day time. He is an early bird, and often enjoys waking up in time to see the sun rise. When he was younger, he spent his free time lying on the grass and sunbathing, just soaking in the day. The night tends to make him feel vulnerable, and he’d rather go to sleep just before sunset (though of course his desirable sleeping schedule is near impossible to achieve considering all his work he has to do (but seriously in his eyes, if the sun ain’t up, it’s sleepy time))

▍ Snacks: Peanuts or pecans, really. Or anything he could find in the forest, like various berries.  ▍ Songs: He enjoys listening to classical music, and is quite skilled at playing the piano and various string instruments. He is an exceptional singer as well, and often writes small songs for Neo’la. As for his character songs:     Try n’ Hold Me Back - Rob Bailey     Runnin’ - Adam Lambert (This version’s pitch is lowered to sound like Jensen Ackles, which is also Anandor’s voice claim, so this video is literally how I imagine his singing voice sounds)     Angel With A Shotgun - The Cab (I don’t really like this song, but the lyrics are On Point) ▍ Quote:  “Do not pray for an easy life; Pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.” ▍ Historical Character: idk? ▍ Pet: Though he dislikes cats, he owns one named Belo, a birthday gift for his wife. He also has a black hawkstrider named Mal that he raised since it hatched. Later on, he and Neo find a massive Dread Raven and her hatchling that tend to follow them around. ▍ Book: none ▍ Colour: Green ▍ Flower: Daisy or Hibiscus ▍ Sexuality: Pansexual. ▍ Romantic Orientation: Panromantic.

L O O K S

▍ Body type: Anan is built like a warrior, and is a little more bulky than the average elf. Standing at 6′5″, Anandor serves as the ideal candidate for a tank or guard, hence why he made it as a Royal Guard. Long, thick orange hair is often tied back in a mess ponytail, and his strong arms and endurance allows him to withstand consistent action out on the battlefield without succumbing to fatigue. He has a strong jaw, and freckles litter his face. Cheekbones are well defined, and his nose appears to be crooked as a result of a childhood injury. While he doesn’t meet the standard ‘beauty’ expectations, his looks alone do tend to catch some attention from bystanders. ▍ Eye colour: As a high elf, they were a vivid violet color. They are now a sickly felfire green. ▍ Hair colour: Fiery orange ▍ Body reference: [x]

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[moriurya]

Love Drama

(( Wow ... this is maybe the worst set of events I wrote about. ))

Last night I couldn't sleep, this morning it took me an hour to roll out of bed, and even now I don't want to move. Yesterday was chaos.

It wasn't bad until after I spoke with Lord Huor. I had left suddenly due to remembering a paper that was in need of signing and I returned to quite the battle in the Row Tavern. What would members want with the tavern there? I assume they were coming to kill someone they found a threat, but in the middle of Silvermoon?! They must be absolutely crazy!

I left that scene before anyone really noticed me. Obviously the trouble was being handled and I didn't want to draw attention to myself. I made my way to the Bazaar to see if there were any new inks I could use for my line of work. After a while I ran into Huor again, who was very happy to see me but had to go back on duty. He is a very strange man, and I do think he is much too old to be courting a young woman.

This is where it got interesting. A Knight of the Ebon Blade made his way into the Inn I was at and decided to be all mopey like all death knights are when they first realize that nothing is going to be the same. I am really sick of this type of behavior ... I mean, I have had three death knights as my closest companions and know that they can feel and love still. Isn't that all that life is?

Veli showed up as well, and I gave my apologies for overreacting the night before. I am quite the fool. Rhymor overheard some of the conversation and didn't seem to like it too much. He mentioned that he still loves me ... but I fear that I might not feel the same for him.

Then this Forsaken woman showed up looking for Lady Solisbane. It seems that not many know of her abduction outside of the select circle. The lady said she was looking for work, but before I could mention what was available she noticed that someone was listening from around a corner. I recognized the voice of the spy, but then was confronted by mister Ragetotem. Being part of the international relations, I felt that talking with Ragetotem was more important than Anandor.

That is ... until the woman started badgering him and attacking him with her foul speech. I made my way to them and explained that he was doing nothing more than protecting this city in his own way. After he explained who he was he asked what the woman was looking for in work. Then the debate of if Forsaken are allowed in our Legions of Elves began, to which I excused myself from seeing as my advice is not even heard.

I stood at the fountain in the bazaar, watching the enchanted water, when Veli appeared beside me and spoke softly to me. But ... but then he confronted me with the question of all questions and that I don't think I truly know the answer to; "Whom do your actually love?"

It hit hard, and I was about to answer when Anandor came up and apologized for being rude. I told them both that they both needed to hear my answer on that question, that they both needed to know that I care about them. Anandor, Rhymor, Veli, even Elenicius; I care for them all ... equally but greater than anyone else. They both seemed to understand ... then ... then I don't know what happened, but I ran off.

Why is it that whenever I run away from Anandor I am found by his damned uncle? And that damned uncle seems to know everything that happens! Curse him for his spies and traitorous ways. He said many things, and most of them might as well be true. I didn't want to believe him until late this morning when Veli blurted out that his whole life revolves around the one person who listens and cares about him; me.

damn it.

[moriurya]

Poison (Waiting to Die)

It is strange, feeling this way, when people are all rushing through their lives to try and get everything they want to do done. I know I don't have that choice or that time anymore. It seems as if everything has suddenly lifted from me, as if the weight of my life has left. I think I have three days left, more or less. It will be interesting if it works out that way. I have been trying to sort out all of my uncle's life and have not even thought of what would happen if I died. I don't have a will, but maybe I should. There are three houses with everything in them - that is a lot of stuff. And then there is Lyncis and Dust, my companions, who will have no one. I don't know where to start. The Apartment in Silvermoon should go back in the ownership of Quel'Thalas to be sold to the next person. I assume that everything inside it should be auctioned off or sold and be put into some type of fund. Maybe I will request that everything go to Anandor, but what would he care about that? The flat in Dalaran is another thing that should go back to the ownership of the Kirin Tor to be restored and sold again, but I believe I will rather send a letter to Dimetri explaining why he is now the new owner of the flat and everything inside. The manor off the coast of Feralas. That place is really my home away from home. I don't know what to do with it besides give it to Shaleigh and hope that it is put into good use. The Feathermoon guards will not be upset with my choice on that, though they were upset that my father gave a home so close to their own base over to a member of the Horde. I am not blinded by racism like so many of our allies and enemies. I think that is it. I would like to be burned off the shore of Eversong Wood - no reason for the Scourge to get my body. There is a beach by the Duskwither Spire - when you swim there is a small beach next to the mountains with a large tree. Hold the ceremony there. I believe that settles it. Strange that I have a smile on my face as I think about all of this. I am not depressed, scared, or even worried. I have accepted that what ever happens next, I have done it myself and I can not change it. I thank everyone for being my friends and teaching me so much about life. Do not worry, if I do die I died at peace with myself. That is all I ask for, peace. The only thing I beg to happen at my funeral, peace.

[sir-leptos]

The Journey Through Anandor (Part 4)

Description: Their previous day went very smoothly. In fact, maybe a little too smooth. The pair, Leptos and Morte', have both received new weapons from this mysterious Old Man. Early in the morning however, when the two woke up, they found the old man was gone, nowhere to be seen. As well as their weapons.....

Leptos grabs Morte' by the throat and pushes him against the wall. "You what?!" he yells angrily, choking Morte'. Morte' gasps for air, trying to choke out a reply. "I...... Sold....... Them....." he manages to say before Leptos tosses Morte' to the opposite wall angrily. "The hell were you thinking?! Those weapons were rare! Beyond rare!" he exclaims, grabbing a nearby stick and poking it into Morte's stomach. Morte' looks up at Leptos fearfully, sitting on the floor with a stick poking at his stomach hard. "That must be why they sold so nicely." Morte' manages to grin before the stick is swung across one cheek, then the other, causing two large red marks to form. "This is no less than sabotage, and I have killed everyone that's done that to me." Leptos says angrily, looking deep into Morte's eyes. Morte' looks back stubbornly, determined to die fighting back. Leptos walks out of the house, Morte' following. The house is in the middle of a wheat field, and spotting a road would be very difficult. Leptos growls angrily, turning around. "If you manage to cut me even a little before I kill you, then I may let you live." Leptos says, pointing to the weapons the Old Man had given Morte'. Morte' grins, knowing Leptos only has his staff to fight back with. He charges towards Leptos with the dagger he got from the Old Man, and Leptos just pushes his staff forward, hitting Morte' square in the jaw and causing him to fall back, dropping the knife. Leptos steps up to Morte' and puts the staff end against Morte's neck. "Last words?" Leptos asks, prepared to shove the staff into Morte's throat, which would cause him to choke on his own Adam's Apple. Morte' looks up at Leptos, growling at how easily he was taken down. He grabs the staff and pushes it towards Leptos. Leptos, having not expected this, gets hit in the face with his own staff. Morte' immediately takes the time to spin himself around in the grass and scratch Leptos's leg with his nails. Leptos looks down angrily, Morte' just smiling up at him. "I win." he says, before taking a boot in the face from Leptos. Morte' just laughs it off and grabs his knife from the floor. Leptos growls at him. "Next time you'll actually have to hurt me." he says angrily, not liking that he's still paired up with a traitor. Morte' just jingles his bag of gold from having sold Leptos's swords. Morte' now has 210 gold in total. "Don't you go spending that on women now, you hear?!" Leptos says, yelling at Morte' because he knows how he is. Morte' just shrugs. "They'll just come to me without the money." he says, dodging a punch from Leptos. They both walk back in the house, exhausted after a day of fighting. They go in their seperate rooms and lock the doors, finding themselves soon in a deep sleep. But wait........ Isn't it the middle of the day...........?

[sir-leptos]

The Journey Through Anandor (Part 3)

Description: Finally, Leptos has found a village in which he can rest, eat, and relax. However, he was unable to relax after catching a town thief who was attempting to steal from him. Morte', the thief, failed to overpower Leptos outside the inn, and they both ended up with a wound. But there are things much worst than wounds that they will soon experience.....

Leptos awakes the next morning, rubbing his head as he gets up off the bed. Usually he always dreams, but the only thing he can remember is the night before's dream. He gets up and changes the bandages on his stomach where Morte' had stabbed him. "I should have killed him." Leptos says to himself angrily, finishing patching himself up. He walks out of his room, bamboo stick and bag in hand. He spots the thief, already downstairs flirting. "Hey there, I was awfully lonely last night. It's a shame you didn't come join me, but don't fret! There's always tonight!" he says, the lady giggling in response. Leptos grabs Morte' by the back of his shirt and drags him out of the inn. At first when Morte' looked back, he was angry, then when he saw who it was, his skin turned pale and he just let his arms fall and legs dangle, giving up on life and taking in what breaths he had left. When they got outside, Leptos set Morte' on his feet, and Morte' nearly fell over. "You will come with me on my travels." Leptos states plainly. He knows that all the man carries with him is 5 gold, a bag of some kind of darts, a Knife, and a flask of ale. Morte' looks around then back at Leptos. "Whats to stop me from running?" he asks. Leptos shakes his head. "The fact that you won't get far." he replies. Morte' grins and stands up straight. "And if I say no?" he asks, proudly, thinking that noone can force him to go anywhere as long as the law is in place. "Then I will drag you by your ankles all the way to the next town. The Sheriff said he will turn the other cheek as long as you are out of here by today." Leptos replies sternly. "I went and talked with him while you were busy flirting." Leptos adds. Morte' suddenly loses all pride and just stands there, thinking. Attacking will result in a loss, Running will get him severely hurt, and accepting could either show him good things or bad things about the man whom he is with. He could find out more about this man and then use his weakness against him. "I'll go with you." he says, nodding. Leptos smiles. "Good, then let's start walking." he says, walking out of town. Morte' runs to catch up to him. "Walking? Aren't we going to take horses?" he asks, and Leptos just laughs. "Do you have enough money for even one horse?" he asks. Morte' thinks for a moment while searching his pocket. "A good horse costs about 15 gold...... Plus feeding the thing..... Another 5 gold per day......... And I only have 5 gold left........" the thief thinks. "No." he states, groaning as he looks ahead and sees nothing but road for what must be miles. Leptos smiles at his new companion, knowing that they are going to have an interesting time at things.

Morte' collapses in the dirt, his feet so tired and blistered. Leptos stops and looks down at him. "We aren't there yet." Leptos says, rather annoyed at his companion. Morte' just lays there, grumbling. "I can't walk any further..... Kill me now...." he says, face down in the dirt. Leptos sighs. "As you wish." he says, taking his bag off his staff and raising the staff high in the air above Morte'. Morte' quickly scrambles onto his feet and cowers. "I was kidding!" he exclaims. Leptos grins at him and puts the bag on his staff again. He then continues walking forward, Morte' quickly trying to catch up. "Will we be stopping at an inn tonight?" he asks, tired of walking. When Leptos shakes his head, Morte' quickly turns around and tries to run away. Leptos sighs and turns around, before pulling his staff back and tossing his bag off it at high speed, causing it to hit Morte' in the back of the head. Morte' gasps and falls forward, face planting with the bag lying on top of his head. Leptos walks up to him and retreives his bag, putting it back on his stick. He nudges Morte' with his shoe, and Morte' doesn't move at all. Leptos then lifts Morte's body up and tosses him over his shoulder. He then continues walking, his feet used to walking long distances.

Morte' awakes soon, finding himself lying on a bed alone, as always. Except..... He didn't know this place. He gets up and walks out of the small room, and looks around at the wooden house. He spots Leptos sitting in a chair facing what appears to be an old man. He walks forward and sits next to Leptos on the couch. "This is a marvelous weapon. Where did you get it?" Leptos asks, examining a very sharp one-handed sword. Morte' just stares at it, not finding how it's amazing. It looks like just any old sword, except maybe a little bit more sharp and clean. "That sword was one of my favorite. Made of pure --- ------" Morte' doesn't quite understand what the old man just said, all he understood was Made of pure- and then sound seemed to stop, but then returned when the man's lips stopped moving. He sits back, just watching them. "Really?! Wow. I have never met anyone who has made a --- Sword, fought with it, and then lived to tell the tale. These things are extremely rare, especially in this good of condition." Leptos says, gliding his hand over the smooth surface. "I have another one in the back." The old man says, grinning. Leptos quickly gets up and returns a moment later with another, exact copy of the sword. "Wow. May I..... May I pull it out?" Leptos asks, slightly worried. The old man nods slowly. Leptos slowly sets down one sword and then grabs hold of what appears to be the blade of the other sword and removes it, the sharp silver sheath revealing underneath it an even sharper green sword. It casts off a light green glow around it, and it has runes etched onto the flat of the blade. "Who are you?" Leptos asks, looking at the old man. The old man smiles and shakes his head. "I'm just an old man, I don't bother sharing my name, or my story." he says. Leptos takes the sheath and puts it back on, the green glow disappearing beneath it. Leptos nods. "This is remarkable, as well as you. Would you like me to put them back where I found them?" he asks, getting up with both swords with their sheaths on in his hands. The swords are the same height as the floor to Leptos's stomach, and the same width as half a pinky, and at the point where it gets sharper, it's the size of half a fingernail. It can cut straight through steel, as if it was butter. The old man smiles. "You can keep them." he says. Leptos tries to argue, but the old man raises his hand and shoos Leptos off. "I'm old, and I no longer have a need for it. But you. You can, and will, have a need for it. Now get off to bed, it's dark out." he says. Leptos bows gratefully and heads to a bedroom, closing and locking the door to go to bed. Morte' sits there on the couch, not quite understanding what happened. The old man smiles and reaches behind his chair, pulling out a large bag. He tosses it to Morte'. As Morte' searches the bag, he finds 5 more gold, 5 kunai, and a very sharp dagger. It's just steel, but it's very, very sharp. "Why would I need-" he starts, but the old man interupts him too. "You'll be helping him soon." is all he says before getting up and heading to his room, doing the same as Leptos. Morte' just closes the bag, shocked at the old man's generosity and Leptos's ignorance to Morte' getting up. He gets up and heads back to his room, doing the same as everyone else, finding that it'd be easier to go with what Leptos is doing. He can't help but feel as if he's in way over his head however......

[sir-leptos]

The Journey Through Anandor (Part 2)

Description: After a long day of traveling, Leptos has decided to stop at a seemingly harmless spot along the road. He may not look like much to the average person, but he is a very skilled fighter, possibly even the best. But that will be decided soon, as we continue following him through his journey...

A blazing ball of fire hurls towards the ground, hitting the earth and causing a wave of dirt to erupt from the ground. Several more hit the ground near the same area, all aiming for one person: Leptos. Leptos dives out of the way as a fireball nearly hits him. The explosion causes Leptos to fly through the air farther than intended, and he hits the ground with a thud. As he looks where the fireballs are coming from, he notices a group of men in long cloaks all in a line facing him. He watches as they each conjure up their own fireballs. "That must be where they are coming from!" he thinks to himself, diving and rolling out of the way of more balls. He draws both his swords and charges at the group of mages, changing course only to avoid the incoming projectiles. Right as he nears the mages, a group of Orc warriors jump up and out from a trench, causing Leptos to stop and access the numbers. A good 15 of them, and all carrying a rather large weapon. He looks behind him, noticing he's alone against them. "Not the best situation to be in..." he thinks to himself, going into a defensive stance as they all charge at him. The first Orc comes, slamming a large club in the dirt where Leptos once stood. The next moment, the orc is lying on the ground bleeding out, two stab marks where his eyes should be. The rest finally start showing up, five surrounding Leptos. Two rush forward, swinging their clubs, which Leptos avoids by waiting until the last second, then dropping to the ground as the Orcs' clubs hit eachother where they would have connected with Leptos's body. The force of the swings cause the weapons to break and splinter, and stunning the Orcs momentarily. Leptos takes this moment to spread both his arms and shove a sword through both of the orcs' chests, puncturing their hearts and dropping them to the ground. Leptos pulls his swords out just in time as an Orc with a very large broadsword swings at him. He rolls out of the way, but not before receiving a gash on his back, causing a fairly large amount of blood to begin falling out of him. Leptos grunts and kneels on the ground for a moment, facing the orc. Another comes from behind him, weilding the same weapon. Both Orcs swing at Leptos, one swinging downwards to where Leptos kneels, and one swinging above Leptos, in case he tries to jump out of the way. With a grunt, Leptos pushes himself forward with his feet, making sure to stay low enough for both Orcs to miss. As he rushes forward, he shoves both swords out in front of him, and when he can no longer run forward, he looks up at the Orc, who has now been impaled by the swords. The Orc's sword drops to the ground, and soon, the Orc himself falls, Leptos pulling out his swords and turning around to face the other Orc. He tosses his sword forward with great speed, the Sword plunging itself into the Orc's skull. For a moment, the Orc does nothing, blinking. Then he reaches up and grabs hold of the sword, roaring with pain as he pulls it out, and the second it's out, he falls to the ground, dead. Leptos grunts as the loss of blood begins to take it's effect on him, causing him to be slower than usual. He grabs his sword and turns to face the other orcs, who have taken positions infront of him. "10 of them left." he grunts, knowing he won't survive them in his current condition. He charges forward, both swords in hand, right as a Fireball hits the crowd of Orcs, tossing their bodies all over the landscaping, along with Leptos, who lands on his back at the ground with a thud. He attempts to get up, but his body just won't do it. The lack of blood finally having gotten to him. He looks up at the sky, admiring the night and all of it's twinkling stars. Eternal Bliss. His peace is interrupted as a large Fireball can be seen coming straight at him from the sky. Leptos just lays there, accepting fate, knowing it'd be better to die there enjoying the moment rather than panic and attempt to survive even though he knows he won't. The fireball hits the ground where Leptos lays, exploding the ground and tossing it everywhere. Leptos feels the heat of the fireball reach his body, and he just lays there smiling, until finally a special kind of darkness washes over him, enveloping him in a wave of cold.

Leptos wakes up, squinting at the sun as it smites him with it's bright rays. He looks around, noticing his campfire has gone out. He shivers slightly, oddly cold despite the sun being high in the sky. Leptos gets up, stretching and then packing up camp, leaving the sticks, leftover grass, and stone rocks there. He sighs, stomach rumbling. "If only I could find a nice inn, then I could eat." he mumbles, tossing the bamboo stick over his shoulder and continueing on the dirty road. Several hours pass of non-stop walking until he finally spots a small little town off in the distance. He quickens his pace, his stomach reminding him of what he needs most. After an hour more, he reaches the village of Londolo. "What a strange name." Leptos says outloud. He walks to the nearest building, which just happens to be a Tavern. As he walks in, he gets a few stares. He looks down at his clothing and realizes why people are staring. He's wearing a pure white wool shirt, with a rip in the front that goes down his chest and stops just above his stomach. He's also wearing dark brown trousers, which are atleast in good shape, which can't be said the same for his other items. He walks up to the counter, ignoring the several stares. "I would like a loaf of bread please." Leptos says to the woman at the counter. The lady nods and brings him bread very quickly, slightly scared of the man before her. "Thank you." Leptos says, paying her 3 gold coins, which she gladly takes and puts it away. Leptos sits down at the counter and sets his stick down next to him. He takes his bag and puts the remainder of his gold in his pocket, totaling to 17 gold. He sighs as he takes the bread and begins chewing on it whole, his stomach replying with satisfaction. He puts his bag on the back of his chair, returning back to his bread. What he didn't know however, was that the town had it's own little thief. Morte' was the thief's name, and he was known to steal from people every now and again. What he did with the money, no one knew. No one in town would give him anything, and since they could never prove him guilty of stealing because he was always poor, then they couldn't kill him, therefor he could roam the town free. Well, Morte' noticed the traveler enter the inn, and he stepped right into action. Looking around quickly and finding that no one was watching, he got up and went behind the traveler's seat, reaching up to steal the bag. Leptos feels the chair move slightly, and he looks back to see Morte' trying to steal his bag. He grabs his stick and jabs Morte' backwards, forcing him onto the ground. "Get away from my things." Leptos commands in a booming voice, causing everyone to look over. Morte' looks around at all the attention and he quickly scrambles out of the inn, scared to death of what they'd all do to him if he had stayed. Leptos turns back around and continues eating. When he gets halfway through, he puts the half a loaf of bread into his backpack for later. He refills his water flasks for another gold, leaving him at 16. He gets up and walks out of the inn, and he is immediately confronted by a knife to his throat and pulled into an alleyway. "Think you can get away from me? Overpower me?" Morte' asks angrily, kicking Leptos's supplies away. "Well we'll see about that!" Morte' says, laughing as he sticks his free hand into Leptos's pocket of gold. Leptos quickly brings his fist around, punching Morte' in the side before he can bother to move the knife to slice his throat. "And did you think you were going to steal from me?" Sighs Leptos, kicking Morte' backwards into the dirt. Morte' gets up and charges at Leptos, ducking as Leptos swings his fist again, avoiding it. Morte' shoves the knife into Leptos's stomach, and Leptos growls and grabs hold of Morte' by the throat. Leptos lifts Morte' off the ground, choking him with one hand, as he uses his other hand to pull the knife out. Leptos takes the knife and stabs Morte' in the leg, causing Morte' to groan and lose more breath. "Next time you stab someone, try to kill them. Don't try to injure them." Leptos suggests, groaning at his new wound. He tosses Morte' to the dirt right before he passes out. Morte' quickly gasps for air, pulling the knife out of his leg when he manages to do so. Leptos grabs his things and goes back into the inn, talking to the lady and ordering a room for the night, handing her 5 gold, leaving him at 11 gold left. Morte' walks up to the lady at the counter and winks. "Hey lassy. I am in need of a room to spend my long, boring nights. But feel free to come and join me, I could use the company." he says. The lady rolls her eyes at him. Morte' hands her 5 gold. "You'll get an extra 2 for yourself if you come join me tonight." Morte' says, but the lady takes the 5 gold and shakes her head. "That's alright, you can keep that for your other women." she says, walking away. Morte' shrugs and heads up to his room, which is right across from Leptos's. After spending the 5 gold, Morte' only has 5 gold left. Immediately as he enters his room, he goes and begins patching up his leg to stop the bleeding, the pain of it finally hitting him hard. Meanwhile, Leptos sits on his bed, his wound all patched up. Within an hour of staring up at the roof, he falls asleep, his usually hyper active mind at rest. Morte' stays up longer downstairs, flirting with the women to try and get atleast one to join him in bed tonight. After failing miserably, he goes back to his room and lays down, falling asleep within seconds.