Exploring.

Marching silently down upon the streets of Aenied slowly his eyes darting back and fourth gazing at the people walking by him. Feeling a bit uncomfortable here for some reason, He caught a few glimpses of others more out of curiosity then hateful cause of the race Cirdan happen to be, he was probolly one of the few Elves to travel upon human cities who would happen to be far more advanced then his own Empire. Though he understood human technology more then his commanders and council members back at home to even come this far, they thought him to be crazy of course, maybe he was for even coming here not knowing what will happen. Cirdan paused and sighed softly leaning agianst the wall of one of the buildings. He wore his black leather pants and white nithredeal armor strapped upon both his scabbards his twin blade scimitars and placed upon his back his sword Har'dro and so he moved from his spot and walked further down the streets exploring the new city before him, he wondered and thought about maybe a possibility of an alliance between the two, though he knew the likelyness of such a thought would be absurd, then agian he shrugged thinking more to himself then speaking out oud ignoring most of the glances before him...Never know

Noah walked through the busy streets of Nede, feeling the breeze ruffle his polar white hair. A white trench-coat cascades down his body, reaching neatly to his knees with the front unbuttoned. Dark hues shifting about, Noah noted the people as they passed him. It seems as if more and more people are inhabiting the land of Aenied, espicially Nede, its cultural town. He was glad, of course. Elrith's sword hung on his right hip, and his gloved-hand would rest lazily upon the handle.

Then something caught Noah's eyes. Turning, wide-eyes brushed over the area, then lingered on a man in white armor and black pants. Approaching the man, Noah tried to look as pleasant as he could. Honestly, Noah has the appearance of a haughty, reserved man, with his handsomely stern features, and strong build. The muscle shirt beneath his coat pressed tight to his physique, and his dark denim hugged his hips. Who is this man?

Their eyes seemed to lock together, the man's sapphire, and Noah's own dark brown. He was calm as the man moved towards him, and his head would bow in acknowledgement, "A pleasure to meet you." Noah hesitated. Should he introduce himself first? As someone who's used to talking little and proving himself with his actions, Noah's social skills were inadequate. He read somewhere that it was most prudent to take the first step. With that thought to motivate him, Noah's right gloved-hand shifted away from the hilt of his sword and swung out for a hand-shake, "My name is Noah, of the Executive branch of the M.I.A. council of Aenied." Such a long, almost tiring title, indeed. He was used to repeating it over and over. It is perhaps best, so people would know to come to him whenever something about Aenied concerns them. His job here is to get people situated, enforce the rules, and take care of the towns and citizens of Aenied. Other than that, Noah preferred to walk on his own two legs instead of riding in fancy coaches, or whatever transportation existed nowadays. Humility is key to a demoncratic government, or so he thinks.

He looked at Noah and offered a slight smile '' The name is Cirdan, Cirdan Carnisor, Former leader of Siannodel, and Emperor of Tallendon '' He offered a slight bow as his elfish features show clearly. He begin to settle himself down a bit now remaining calm, he studied the man carefully as he stood there. '' I also am seeking the leader of the Kingdom perhaps to maybe set up an alliance between this Kingdom and my Empire '' He paused and stood there once more in silence.

Cirdan. Noah would remember that name. Observing the man's movements perceptively, Noah noticed his elfish features. The elf king of Tallendon. This would be interesting, indeed. "There is no single leader for Aenied. This land is ran by democracy with a group of council members." Noah had his broad brows lifted questioningly, wondering what Cirdan meant by 'alliance'. As far as he knows, Aenied's not really a kingdom. The M.I.A. council runs it humbly, doing their best for the people. "What is this alliance that you mean?" Noah let his hand fall back to his side, swinging there briefly before it would lift, brushing his bangs from his dark optics. People walked by them, a few glancing in their direction. Perhaps it is because most wouldn't know who this Cirdan is, or they are looking at Noah. Rumors spread far and wide about why Noah's dark hair lost its hue and turned white. There were stories about a great battle. Someone even claimed that he got poisened, or is turning into a demon of some sort. But that was insignificant. Noah didn't care much for what others had to think.

She stood at the bay looking out at the water as a crowd stopped to look at her. Her long curly hair blew wildly in the wind and was kept in no certain way. Her light blue eyes were cast to the water as if longing to go in but unwilling. Still she stood perfectly still. Mumbles in the crowd of mostly males could be heard about her and spread. She was near perfection as she was created to be. Her skin was a light color that was sun kissed. Around her she wore a dress made of a sheer fabric, there were two layers of fabric so that she was well covered. The sleeves hung off her shoulders some showing almost nothing as her hair covered her back. She was new to this land. Several years of living had taught her that it was alright to stop and watch the world and see if for what it was.

He looked at Noah briefly for a moment '' To help one another out in the times of trouble, and perhaps open a trading route, Tallendon is a hidden Empire, we barely make ourselves well known in fear of wars and invasions we are not well advanced as the other Kingdoms out there '' He glanced upon the others and noted there passing and there glances his way and as well Noahs. He scratched his chin as if he was thinking more to himself now and let out yet another soft sigh, he let his long silver hair cascade over his shoulders and covering up his features.. He then settled his gaze back upon Noah '' We need your help Aenied's help need new technology for our survival as well as our allies and truely we will be grateful upon your decision if you choose to help and I assure you Noah we will return the same favor back someday towards this Kingdom, It is not for my own benifit I assure you it is more for our peoples benifit we are somewhat of a poor Kingdom..We also barely have enough strong fighters as well. '' He was calm upon speaking of such matters and he spoke the truth and his concerns for his own Empire and for the people he hardly cared for such meterial items for himself it was more for them then anything.

Noah considered the offer. A trading post would be useful, but other areas have to be considered first. As for the issue with Tallendon's lack of fighters and fortune, Noah understood. A nation needs an army that is trained and sharpened for battle. Noah understood that, for he fought in battle many times in the past. "Take me to your kingdom, and I shall see. Afterwards, I will report to the rest of the council." Pausing, "For now, allow me to give you a tour of Aenied." Noah had a domineering, almost charismatic air about him as he turned, walking down the street and motioning for Cirdan to follow. Then something caught his eye. Noah blinked, which caused his thick eyelashes to bat together once. He noticed the eyes of many men upon a girl, so Noah observed the scene quietly. A pretty girl. But was that significant? Beauty is worthless without intellect to back it up.

Noah was curious, so he stepped up to the blue-eyed beauty quietly. An arm slipped out, letting the girl hook onto it if she so desired, "Follow me." Yes, once again, Noah has an enchanting, powerful air about him. It is one of a man of strong character. Noah felt the stares of the other men as he approached the girl, but he didn't care.

Her looked up at the man as he stood there beside her with his arm held out to her. She reached one of her small delicate hands up and brushed back the hair that was infront of her face. Her mouth was held half open, her bottom lip full making it seem as if she were pouting when she was merely staring at him. She tilted her head to the side and looked at him again before shaking her head. "I do not need a led, I can follow on my own." Her voice was soft and musical, like a perfectly tuned intrument.

Even with all the other men around she didn't seem to notice them. None of them were brave enough, or had enough in them to approach her. So in that they were not worthy of a glance from her.

Cirdan offered a smile and nodded as he followed Noah allowing him to lead the way but of course still on his guard just incase an ambush may occurre he was a seasons fighter himself most likely the only one who would know how, he did manage a few fighters however along the way and the guild leaders and the council members in his own Empire. As he walked along side Noah he glanced in the direction of the female indeed she was indeed beautiful he offered a soft smile admiring her ways of thinking already and how she can handle herself pretty well

'' I am sure she be safe, though it would be a grate honor if you can join us mi'lady '' He remained calm as he stood there and spoke to her as if she was every other person he didn't try to flirt with her what so ever, he'd try to treat her as he would want to be treated.

Noah observed her calmly, and the faintest signs of amusement fluttered along his features. She's independent. Or trying to be. With that thought in mind, Noah didn't bother to try to force anything on her. She can do as she wants. "Do as you want." Noah still had that curt attitude about him, and he'd turn, slipping away as quietly as he came. Manuevering out of the crowd, Noah would trail his fingertips idly along the simple design of Elrith's blade. The thick metal ring on his thumb finger touched the hilt, and a slight ringing noise was heard. The ring is Noah's trophy for defeating Omaga with Elrith's blade.

Glancing towards Cirdan, Noah eyed the neat rows of buildings along the streets, "This is Nede, the cultural town of Aenied. Nede spelt backwards is Eden, made to honour fallen Eden. Do you know of it?"

Epithymia looked at the other man that had came up to them and spoke directly to her. And elf. It was obvious since she had seen so many creatures in her life span. She looked the new man over before replying to him. "Join you..." She took this into consideration. It was either go with them or be stared at for the rest of the day as she idly stared at the water. ".. I think I will join you." With that she followed behind them. they didn't try to flirt with her or anything which pleased her more then them actually speaking to her directly.

He looked at Noah and nodded silently '' Yes I remember Eden as well as the old Ayenee, I was around during the times of war back then, I was once apart of an Empire known as Lensia before there downfall and Avalon as well I was great freinds with both leaders of Lensia and Avalon as well as Tai'mira, it is good to see you honor such fallen kingdoms as this, it was the same with me in Siannodel the reason I build Tallendon in the same region as the old Kingdom it was to honor the fallen I changed the name because i did not want any prying eyes over us...'' He turned to gaze upon the female '' Thank you for joining us, and besids I would hate for something to happen to you. '' He offered a soft smile and a sparkle that one could notice in his eyes

Noah listened to Cirdan quietly, "I wasn't around back in the days of Eden's glory, but I heard many stories." Indeed, Noah has heard many magnificent stories. There were stories of Vegans, clans, wars, and so much more. "The truth is though, that the great empires are crumbling." Noah's hues flicked briefly towards the girl that decided to go with them, and he'd slip his hands into the pockets of his denim, "What's your name?" Noah said this casually, as he led them down the street of Nede. Indeed, it is a sight to see, since many did glance their way. Noah, the white-haired council member of Aenied, Cirdan, the elf king of another kingdom, and an anonymous, but pretty girl. What a group.

She didn't look around at the people staring they were as important to her as a single peice of grass in a field of millions. Folding her arms across herself she studied the two men. Since she was new to this land, or world, she knew nothing of who or what they were. She looked at the Cirdan as he smiled to her and nodded back giving him a smile in return. It might prove to be interesting to travel with these too after all. Then her attention shifted to Noah when he asked her for her name. She thought about it for a moment on wether he should give out her name or not, but then again it wouldnt really matter. She didn't know how long she would be staying here in this place. "My name is Epithymia." Glancing between the two she decided it was her turn to ask a question in return. "And my I ask what the gentlemens names are?"

[[I hope it's not to late for me to join in? Busy week, sorry. ]

Caste stepped out into the street, coming from an alley between to tall buildlings. She nearly ran into the three, the girl and two men, as she blindly walked. She stopped herself, stumbling back slightly and skipped to the side. "Pardon me." Caste said in a soft polite tone, turning her eyes up to glance at all three faces with a warm yet apologetic smile. Her eyes lingered on Noah for a moment, something sparking in her memory, but she didn't know why. She could not recall seeing this man before, though maybe there had been someone who resembled him a little bit.

Realizing her staring was probably coming off as extremly rude, she adverted her eyes to the girl that was with them. To put it simply, this girl was extordinarily beautiful. Caste could never dream of herself being like this girl, and she turned her eyes to last person in there group. Nothing clicked in her memory as she stared at him, so she assumed he, all three of them were probably just totally strangers. "Sorry." Caste apologized again, ducking her head as she went to move past them.

Wallking along side the streets with Noah listening to his tales as he nodded his head on occasions in agreement on something a point of view perhaps.

'' I have heard of many clans and guilds within these empires today, I do not know if you recall the Guild Crimson Blades by the name I met with the owner of the guild recently who she said it died long ago but I happen to have a Guild within my Empire called the Crimson Blades it is not fully dead I have requested her to re take it and to run it and help me with it but she has declined the offer but has granted me permission to run the guild in the ways I see fit, I am looking for the right leader to run the guild hall ''

He merely shrugged at the thought though he was offering it perhaps in hopes he'd suggest a person who might even help or be intrested and then he glanced at the women that had joined them just recently asking of there names with a slight bow and a nod his eyes gazed upon hers and smiled

'' The name is Cirdan, Cirdan Carnisor Emperor of Tallendon it is a pleasure meeting you mi'lady ''

He was polite as he spoke towards her as his eyes stared upon her own

(( Sorry took so long been busy and such, and you can join if you like anyones welcome to join really..)

"Intelligent people are hard to come by nowadays, not to mention those with the leadership skills." Noah considered this. Yes, this is true. He's seen clans fall again and again due to a leader's foolish decisions that affected the whole of the group. The leader's decisions are often fatal to the cause of the clan and its people.

Turning to the girl called Epithymia, "My name's Noah. Do you have relatives in Nede?" Indeed, why would she be here, alone, being stared at by lustful men? That is a rather strange scenario, and it left Noah curious about this girl. Then an impact almost hit him, and Noah's eyes went wide with shock.

Noah noticed the girl that ran into them, and he paused to eye her sternly. Who's the clumsy one? Then the girl's familiar facial features and mannerisms caught his attention. Who is .. It's Caste! It's been so long since he's seen her again. He had left her here in Nede, hoping that she'd be able to cope on her own. It was a surprise to see her again. What has Caste been up to? Adventures? Or has she been learning some sort of trade to enhance her chance of survival?

They were talking of something that didn't concern her in the least, but still she followed ever word spoken between them as it she were appart of the conversation. So Carnisor Emperor of Tallendon, a proper title. Titles like Emperor or Kings meant little to her. She had lived far longer then any glorified ruler she had came across, but he seemed different. Maybe she would sterotype this one. The other was simple Noah. She wondered on if he also had a title, but just didn't use it. Either way it was the same.

She thought over the question on if she had any relations in this place. Honestly she didn't know, she didn't know anyone that was related to her. Never once in her existance in the mortal realm had she thought of having brothers or sisters, a mother or a father. She did have her owner of sorts. The man that reined in her life until his death had told her simply she was traded. Nothing more nothing less. "I have no relations that I know of in this place. It was simply a place I had never been to, so I came." That was the truth as far as she knew.

Her attention then shifted to the girl that had step in their path in a clumsy manner. She looked over the girl curious about her at first. Then after search the girls life strands she found she was quite normal and harmless. She lifted her arm slowly and tucked away a strain of stray hair that had came across her face. without much movement she blocked the girls path. Epithymia was good at reading people from the centuries of practice. Something could be read on Noah's and Caste's face. Thus an importance to keep her around insued. Maybe for entertainment? Who knew, but an only saying came to mind as she blocked her path. The more the merrier.

With her head lowed and her eyes pinned to the ground, Caste nearly bumped into the girl blocking her path. Her eyes caught the tips of the girls shoes, and she quickly stopped her quick pace and stepped back pulling her head up. She had nearly run into the other girl, and now she frowned and twitched with a slightly nervous edge. Would she ever be able to make it safely down the street without knocking all three of these travelers to the ground. Then something dawned on her, she hadn't accidentally run into the girl, this girl was purposely blocking her path.

"Is something the matter?" Caste asked, her voice growing with genuine concern. Caste's large innocent eyes, stared up into the beautiful girl's face. "You are very pretty." She said suddenly, then dipped her head down slightly, wondering if that was rude to just blurt it out like that. Caste glanced at the two men out of the corner of her eye, and she couldn't help but get that same strange feeling when she looked at the white headed man. There was something terribly familar about him, that was eating away at her.

When she felt a little less embarrased about what she had said, Caste swiveled her head back toward the girl. While keep her chin tilted up her head toward the girl face she kept her eyes adverted. She didn't have the courage the meet the girl's eyes, she was rather intmidated by her flawless looks. Caste left foot lifted slightly from the ground, and she rubbed the toe of her shoe into the dirt. Her bottom lip slid under her top teeth, and she bit down on the chapped flesh of her lip. It was her normal impatient yet nervous mannerisms.

(ok, i finished the book with Omaga in it, so i juess ill just p like everything happened years ago. hoe yall dont mind me jumping in here, but sitting in the other thread has gotten boring...)

*a small blue cube of energy floated past caste's nose, joging her memory a bit of a being she had once knew. The single cube multiplied and became a cloud. this cloud formed a poll in the air, and beyond it was a world of white. A man in white steed through the pool. He hadn't een here for ages it semed. He slowly became visable as the robe disetigrated. He wore an odd sleeveless trechcoat with armor on both of his arms. His sword sheath was emty, as he had yet to get it back. His calm eyes looked at the four ppl. but he smiled only when he looked a caste.*

"Hey sis, long time no see..."

*He also looked to Noah, smirked a bit and nodded in greeting to him and the others. He did not know them, but just that his sis was here was enough reason for him to return from that place. Long ago he was given the opertunity to return, but hehad decided to watch rather then act. Now he was back, and ready to do something for his sis to make up for his time away.*

He looked at Epithymia for a moment listening to her words, he simply nodded at her and turned and watch the other three, he shifted a bit uncomfortably as he felt out of place here at this moment. Thinking of wanting to return home perhaps maybe with someone else he knew he thought of Rika his love and let out a soft sigh

'' I apologize in truth I do not like to share my title or to let anyone know the truth of who I am, it is not out of simple trust or anything it has nothing to do with that, I just do not like to much tension to myself.. I honestly gave the title and the leadership to my son Lazuli and now he is the real Emperor now truth be told, just I sometimes help him and get him the right connections. ''

He let it at that he figured she wouldn't be interested in his life or anything and his attention turned back to the others as he remained silent now. Wondering why he was here in the first place yet he also felt welcome here and he wondered did he even deserve this. He knew if there would be another joining he'd quickly take his leave and perhaps head home as he continued to feel somewhat out of place though he kept those thoughts to himself.

Sky strolled into the area, just out of reach of the others she had most certainly intruded among. Minding her own business though, she kept to the outdoors. With the ground soft underneath her boots, she yawned and stretched then slid her foot forward.

"Oh?-!"

With a gasp, her foot slid and the earth moved... But it only seemed an accident to those watching, if they did watch. Her wings shifted in a fury and brought her back up right, she then leaning forward over the place she had shifted the ground at. When she did, a small marble crystal fell from her over exposed cleavage area, it having been tucked some where indecisive.

As the crystal fell, she moved forward and pushed the ground back over the little thing and cooed. The patch of ground looked as if nothing had ever disturbed it, seeing as it was under a shaded area and vulnerable to the dew that did not actually dry until the sun peaked. Sighing gently before spreading her wings and moving at a running speed to catch flight and leave this area, she took one good look around and let her wings carry her off...

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Crystal Tree [Underground Variant] :: Over the course of several days, crystalline roots will begin to sprout from the crystal seed and begin to burrow deeper and deeper into the ground. The roots will infiltrate any surrounding ley-lines and immediately begin to channel the energy through its own infrastructure.

It will then release bits and pieces of itself into said ley-lines, slowly but surely gaining dominant control over the mana of a considerable chunk of land. For the most part, the entire thing remains inert; the crystal grows naturally, so even to a druid it would appear as if nothing is wrong, and the pieces of its body remain inactive until remote-activated.

Noah understood what Cirdan said. If he didn't go around to assist the citizens of Aenied with their troubles, he'd prefer to keep his idenity a secret. But that didn't matter now. There is a vast difference between desires, and necessities. Noah squinted his eyes keenly as Epithymia blocked Caste's way, and he'd step between them. The faintest sign of friendliness appeared in Noah's solemn features, and his hand would extend, "Nice to see you again, Caste."

In the past, Caste had been his maid. Having broken one of his vases, Noah forced her to work for him to pay it off. Eventually, Noah let her go. He hadn't seen her since. He wondered how Caste's been doing, and just what has she been up to. Noah's had many adventures since then, and he had no doubt that Caste had her share of fun in Aenied.

Then something else caught Noah's attention, and Noah blinked. A cube floated past them, and some sort of being evoked from its seemingly magical form. Noah recognized the person as Elrith, and his brows would lift in a subtle sign of surprise. Indeed, he hadn't expected to see Elrith again. Glancing to the thick metal ring on his own finger, Noah remembered once again that he had defeated Omaga, the wretched entity that wanted to kill them. It felt like an eternity ago.