The Serene Nation [RP Zone, OPEN]

The Serene Nation is ruled by the Arch Druid Fanghelm Stagmyre, one of the most powerful beings in the nation and likely the world. He is told to have wisdom infinite and his sympathy as well as empathy is grand. The people in the Serene Nation many lives in the trees, in dens, huts or simply the life of a nomad or wanderer. The Serene are often, but not always peace-lovers. The majority is, tough. life, this nation of men and women are more than any other nation trying to end the war. With their druids, rangers, diplomats and their will to peace, these are the least offensive ones and the likely most tollerant ones. The majority of the world's elves reside here, but also many other enchanted and natural creatures, such as the centaur, dryads, pixies and many others. Before the five nations agreed on the center landscape to be named the enchanted forest, man often referred the Serene's nation as the nation in the enchanted forest, thanks to their magical creatures and beautiful woods in all kind of colors.

What does it look like?


VERY much like the Enchanted Forest, only with more rain and less a magical touch to things. The forest is rather dense and you find more passages up among the trees than down on the actual ground. The habitants are often tree-people, but there are normal villages as well. These are mostly for those incapable or unwilling to spend time in the trees.


The capital city is named Wildshire and is located in the center of their nation. The city is both in the trees and on the ground and takes quite the width from one edge of the city to the other.

Espara ran a slender hand through her turquoise tinted hair as she walked slowly down the dirt path that rolled out beneath her. Bits of dust and small pebbles kicked up by her hooves pinged her flank and hind legs, but she never minded them, focusing on the tangles that enraptured her mane of wavy hair that lay toppling over her shoulders. her slender, chestnut brown body was tensed as she picked her way through the still dark land, and her muscles rippled beneath her brilliant coat. A sudden noise to her right took her attention, and she moved a bit closer to investigate. After a few sort steps, a shadowy figure burst out of the brush, sending the centaur mare skittering sideways a few steps, where her hind quarters still quivered, even when she noticed just what the shadowy figure was.

" Kara...you scared me. "

Espara said, with a nervous laugh. The wolf. seemingly ignoring her, let out an elated series of whines as she scampered around the centaur's hooves, ears back and tail wagging. Laughing once more, Espara lowered herself to pet the wolf, a gesture met with more enthusiastic whines.

" Come on. If you're tagging along, we'd better hurry."

The wolf obliged and followed hastily, trotting obediently behind the young centaur before her. Espara sighed and gazed up at the sky. The sun would be rising in an hours time, and Espara's sister was awaiting her visit by that time. she sighed once more, eyeing Kara who was playfully nipping at a moth that fluttered over her muzzle time and time again. She knew her sister had always been something of an outcast, but in recent months, despite the villages bribes, the half centaur had left her herd and moved off into her own small habitat away from all the others. Espara let out a curious breath. Quite a distance away, by the feel of it. Only twice had she made the two hour long journey to meet her sibling half way, but this time she demanded to see her territory for real. When her over protective younger sibling offered her an escort, Espara had not so respectfully refused. She loved her sister, and didn't want their relationship to become distant. As a crow shrieked and flew past her, the mare, spooked, half reared and shied back a few steps, narrowly missing her canine companion. Blushing she apologised to the wolf, and continued her walking. Perhaps that was an offer she shouldn't have refused.

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A low whistle sounded in Kirsti's equine ears as a breeze howled sadly past the hill on which she sat, eyeing the sun that was soon to rise in short time to the east. For a moment her mind ventured to what havoc could be caused if the sun simply refused to rise, to share it's all giving life upon the lands.
That kind of power...It must be incredible.
Lifting her hands, her own powerful energy swirled around them, a concentrated blur forming an illuminating violet aura that shone the same color as her own vivid eyes.

A snort behind her disrupted her from her thoughts, and she turned to the huge stag who waited impatiently pawing the air behind her. He bobbed his head, the thick, swirling grey horns that burst out of it piercing the air. his eyes glowed a mysterious violet, just as the concentrated energy Kirsti had let forth did. She nodded, an eerie smile crossing her face, and stood. As she placed a hand on the animal's muzzle he snorted once more, and she stepped lightly toward his side, vaulting onto his back and taking hold of the reins that blended into his thick black fur. Clicking to him gently he took off, head low, long strides, toward their home.

Kirsti beamed as her home came into view. With her own hand...and magic...had she created the home, strewn in a small grotto, over looked by willows and the rising hill from which she had just come. She pulled the stag to a slower gate, and gazed up at the sky. The sun was peeking over the land to the east. Her sister would be arriving soon. Kirsti eyed the area surrounding her home, and let out a heavy, effortful breath. Satisfied none the less. Her smirk was visible even through the night. She had cleaned up well.

A triumphant smile spread across the centaur mare's sunkissed face as she cantered on, her faithful companion by her side all the way. The sun had worked it's way just above the horizon now, and Espara was sure she was getting close. As far as Kirsti had described the looks of the place, at least. The smile faded, though, as Espara realised how close to the edge of her own Nation she was. She happened to know others often spoke of her tribe already living far toward the limits of their land. Espara shook her head slightly. It was just like her sister to push limits as far as she could. In a few minutes, this thought shook Espara even more so. Even the plants in this area of the region grew differently. Flowery meadows were replaced by gullies and swampier areas - still beautiful in their own way, Espara had noted - that gave off a different energy and feel than that what she had been used to.

A particular sight caught her eye, as something sped past the corner of her visual feild. Narrowing her emerald orbs the centaur stepped closer, slowly. The wolf followed wearily behind her, a low growl rumbling in her throat. Espara leaned closer to a bush in which she had seen the thing scamper. Beside it lay a small pond that was oddly coloured. Espara shied backward as the thing suddenly jumped at her from the bush. The site of it alone was unnerving. It was a small grey thing, that had a mouth that appeared to take up the whole of its face. Never in all her years had Espara seen something like it.

As it moved to strike again, it suddenly fell in midair, to the ground, twisting and writhing as if posessed by some internal demon. When she turned to see the cause, she was met with her sister's sullen gaze. The young woman had one hadn held before her, and she was focused on the small creature that still twitched occasionally at Espara's hooves. The look on Kirsti's face was firghteningly serious, and a fire momentarily burned in her violet eyes. it died down instantly as she approached her sister, and was replaced by a welcoming smile. She rushed to her sister's side, taking her by the hand and carefully leading her back.away from the pond, and whatever had come out of it. Even as Kirsti placed her arms around her older half sibling in a steady embrace, one she hadn't felt in quite a while, Espara remained stiff. She shuddered and looked back toward the pond.

" What....was that? "

She asked nervously. Her sister nodded, an odd smile crossing her face then.

" These lands are a bit different. Different creatures...Not to worry though. I won't let it happen again, sister. "

Kirsti answered. Espara eyed her. How could she assure something like that? A low, rumbling brought both the siblings eyes to the canine beside Espara. Her lips were peeled back into a low, throaty gorwl, which rose to a snarl. Espara took a step toward her.

" Kara! "

She said in a sharp tone. Kirtsi held up a hand to her sister, and closed her eyes, the same small, empty smile pasted onto her pale lips. She looked toward the wolf, their eye's meeting. For a moment Kara snarled louder than ever, and Espara half expected the canine to lunge. Then, however, she stoppedm pacified. She looked almost...dazed. Kirsti's voice met Espara's ears then.

" There, now...I'm not so bad. " she eyed Espara then. " she's protective of you...a very brilliant creature. Come, now. I'm sure you didn't come to stand around out here. "


The walk to Kisrti's living quarters was short, and Kirsti didn't give her much of a chance to study the surrounding landscapes as they rushed toward her home. When they arrived Espara noted, with releif, that Kirsti had built the home in the style typical to the centaurs. A bit of hope formed inside her. Perhaps Kirsti wouldn't venture too far from her roots after all. once inside, however, the feel was quite different. The building was built inside a tree, that seemed to live around the household, branching at the top into a low hanging, but proud, willow that shaded evenly everything around the tree home. On the oaken walls, rows of wooden shelves - some oddly and unfittingly empty - heald vials of potions, and books stacked high on what seemed to be every subject in the world. Her sister always had a thirst for knowledge, but this seemed to be quite fervent.

When Kirsti noticed her sister's eyes wandering to a specific vial, she stepped in.

" Come. You've had quite a trip, you must be feeling tired. Or at least hungry. I've food prepared. "

As Kirsti led her into the kitchen, Kara in tow, Espara's eye's wrapped around a certain vial upon one particularly full shelf. in it floated something small....something grey. Before she identified it, She was pulled into the eating area of the home and sat upon a small oak chair. her younger sister placed a loaf of sweet bred, dappled with small fruits, before her. It did smell delicious, and Espara was hungry, so she accepted the meal and thanked her sister, who nodded and walked brusquely out of the room to atten to her steed whom she said needed feeding. Only a few moments later did she return, and suggest Espara rest. once more she was correct in her thinking, and Espara found herself suddenly tired. As Kirsti directed her toward the bedroom, she noticed the vial that had originally caught her eye was gone. As the wave of sudden sleepyness rattled it again, she paid it reverence and followed her younger sister into a bedroom, in which she quickly took to sleep, Kara curling up on the floor.


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Kirsti waited until her sister had drifted to sleep before she sighed, and leaned over her. Brushing a bit off hair off of her face, and behind her ear, she sighed.

" I'm sorry, sister. "

She said quietly before standing. As she walked down the stairs, her heart thudded quickly in her chest. How quickly, she noted, how quickly she had noticed all things amiss. then She remembered the incident at the pond, and muttered a curse under her breath. How unfortunate she had been so far. She wished more than anything to share with her sister all the brilliant things she had learnt, but she knew she coudln't. At least not yet. The centaur would never understand such matters. For now, though, Kirsti neverminded the prospect of opening her sisters eyes. Rather, she would help to keep them closed for a bit longer. Carefully Kirsti swept every trivial vial or bottle into safe keeping, and she would keep them there until later when her sister would depart.
It doesn't have to happen all at once. She loves you, she understands you. she will see...just give it time.

Kirsti sighed and continued to comfort herself as she worked.

"This is it, Inferno. This is the place they told me about"

The little pixie Frixy hda her firefly stop on the branch of a tall tree as she looked down. The soil was indeed plagued in some way. Likely had some sort of black magician passed trough as of lately and infected the ground with his black arts. Frixie although annoyed with the magician for what he or she had done, did still smile. She instead opened the little, but surprisingly roomy chest-pocket that she had and she searched it for a while before picking up a crystaline powder. She gently jumped of the branch and with graceful flaps of wings did she descend and approach the plagued ground. She halted a few meters above it and extended her hand, sprouting out the glimmering powder as she started flying across the cursed ground.

As she had circled the place and surprisingly enough only used one pinch of powder to the entire area, she could already see the ground heal before her eyes. She smiled as it only took minutes for it to be completed completely. She nodded to herself proudly with her arms crossed and she gave out a brief "Mhm" as a verification to herself of a job well done.

Inferno flew past her and she quickly climbed onto him as he speeded past her. She hung on tight as he raced trough the big forest. Now that her assignment had been completed, she had nothing to do. She could go home and work on more powder of different sort, but she decided to instead scout the forest for one interesting thing or the other.

When Espara stirred, she was for a moment left in utter confusion as to her where abouts, but upon rising the events of the early morning unfolded in her mind, most were all but comforting. Bringing one thin hand to her face, she brushed a bit of hair behind her ear, and looked around. She hadn't paid much attention when she entered the room, but it really was nicely built. It was an earthy brown all around, furnished with a set of pale yellow curtains, made from a fabric - or plant - Espara couldn't quite identify. Kara's sleepy growl could be heard from thr=e floor as the wolf stirred.
Espara sighed.

She was reluctant to head down the stairs, for she felt a confrontation would be neccesary. Her sister had been acting strangely, and from what they had seen....Espara hadn't an idea what to say, but she knew she had to bring it up with her sibling. And it had to be done now.

A bit puzzled by the way she had simply collapsed into the huge human bed, Espara queried herself over a way to stand. Embarassed by her odd positioning, she looked aorund somewhat helplessy. Her equine legs were tangled in an unsightly manner, and it would be difficult to even stand without twisting one in a fairly unpleasant manner.It was odd. Never before had she been as tired as to simply collapse without precaution. It was a lesson she had learnt as a filly. Shaking her head and the thoughts that crowded it, Espara eased her front legs apart from each other, and placed them one at a time on the groud so that she sat with her hindquarters on the bed. Unwilling to puncture the soft place with her sharp hooves, the mare took a quick leap forward on her forlegs, twisting her body as to land both hind legs on the ground at once. Kara's head shot up, and a low growl rumbled in her throat before she noted the noises source. The wolfess then attacked her friend with series of good morning ( or in the sense, rather, good afternoon ) kisses and whines. Espara accepted them, and then placed a hand on the scruff of the canine's neck.

" I'll be back in a moment...stay here for now. "

The wolf whined objectively , but obeyed as Espara walked out the door. The stairs proved annoyance as well, and once more she wondered how she possibly could have undertaken them in her tired state earlier. None the less, with a wide leap, she cleared the set. In doing so, she roused her sister who she found sleeping on a thickly cushioned chair set in her entrance hall. Her head had been propped upon her hand, and thin whispy tresses had fallen into her face, billowing with each gentle breath she took. Now, though, her vivd eyes were wide open. She looked around for a moment, and then yawned, standing with a gentle smile.

" Sister..."

Her voice dripped with admiration, and she reminded Espara of the three year old she once was. The centaur's face paled with guilt, and she bowed her head apologetically, forcing her unethical thoughts from her mind. How could she imagine such things? yes her sister was different, but since when had Espara learnt 'different' to be a bad thing. Kirsti's voice interupted Espara's thoughts.

" Had you a fair sleep? "

She asked, stepping toward her. Espara nodded.

" It was fine...the bed was...nice. "

She plastered the kindest smile she could muster on her face, and Kirsti positively beamed, though Espara's next words made the smile fade completely.

" Kirsti...I'm sorry, but I'll have to be leaving soon. I know it seems unfair but during these months, the chores...and with mother. "

The hurt look on Kirsti's face gave way to one of complete sympathy.

" I understand. But please, try to find the time to come back. Now you know the way...Perhaps in a few days? "

Espara smiled affirmitively.

" Certainly. "

Kirsti turned then, reaching for a small package wrapped in cloth.

" Here, take this with you, then. I prepared it while you slept. Just some food and things. You should enjoy it. "

Espara was touched, and moved closed to embrace her sister. A low, sharp noise interrupted her. As her arms had fallen around her sister, Kara moved forward. teeth bared. For a moment, an annoyed look flashed into Kirsti's violet eyes, but as she opened her mouth just slightly Espara spoke.

"Well, we really should be going. It was wonderful to see you again Kirsti. I'll come back as soon as possible. "

And with a final , quick hug, Espara exited the house leaving Kirsti once more alone.

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Espara walked on slowly, the familiar dirt path folding out in front of her. For a bit it had seemed she lost her way, but she found a quick route back to her homeward bound path, Kara plodding along at her side. For near two hours now the duo had been walking, and Espara knew a small, familiar stream lay off the path close by. Halting, she turned to Kara.

" Come, lets take a rest. "

the wolf eyed her, and silently followed as the centaur moved off the path and toward the smell Kara knew as fresh, rushing water. When they reached the stream, Kara began to drink and Espara unraveled around the package her sister had given her. Inside the small, fabric covered box lay a bit of bread, as well as some sweet berries that Kirsti knew to be Espara's favorites. As the centaur began to eat, though, she noted something small inside the box. Pushing aside the bread and fruit and nuts that had been added in, she plucked out a small necklace which dangled on a thin silver chain. It was much like the one her father had given her, but on the end of the chain dangled two gems. Both were extravagant in their own ways. It took Espara a moment, but she noticed they resembled the color of each girl's eyes. In face, they replicated them. One was a small, turqoise little oval like gem, with swirls of silver rolling around inside the transluscent gem. The othere was a deep purple hue. Espara held them up and the shimmered in the sun that poured through the canopy of the trees.

Frixy held on tight and she enjoyed the surprisingly high speed that such a small creature as Inferno could reach. She had her arms around what could be called the neck of the firefly and she giggled to herself as they zoomed trough the air from above the treetops.
Other than the faint giggle of Frixy and the buzzing from the rapidly moving wings of the firefly, it was a quiet day. At least up where she and her best friend were flying. Unfortunately, all good things must inevitably come to an end. As Inferno gasped for his breath, Frixy quickly realised that the fast and high flying had tired him quite a lot. She smiled and striked the back of his head and the touch alone asured Inferno that he could slow down without hard feelings. Frixy would never put it on someone to exhaust themselves for her sake. She was not that greedy for entertainment.

As they descended back down into the forest, Frixy jumped of Inferno's back and she patted him, flying by his side. They descended on top of a high tree and only a little further down was an abanoned birdnest. One could tell by the quality of the nest that it had not been a residence anytime lately. This of course was perfect, because even though the quality of the nest was very worn, it was a good place to rest. Frixy and Inferno traveled a few branches downwards and the firefly did not think twice about borrowing the abandoned nest. Frixy smiled as she sat down next to it on the branch, dangling with her legs. She smiled, what smile that was shortly followed by a giggle as Inferno had fallen asleep.

"Already? That was quick"

She smiled, dangling her legs from the branch as she looked into the quiet woods. She could see the animals, nature and even the running water beneath her come to life. The sound of running water was a very mindsoothing sound and it almost made her fall asleep as well. There was though one thing that made her snap out of her baze. That was the sudden, brief yet beautiful spark from a shiny object sending reflection thanks to the bright sun. The quick light which she had seen was to her out of sight, but she decided that she had nothing better to do than to investigate it.

She jumped of the branch and discreetly did she move trough the forest, from tree to tree. She smiled to herself and her curiosity made her feel like a little child again, filled with hopes and joy. As she had made her way closer, far closer she once more placed herself on a branch. This branch being just above what stranger that had caused the reflection of light. It was a centaur, a very beautiful one. She held some type of jewels and that was likely what had caused the reflection of light. She smiled even greater and leaned forth on the branch, to get a little closer look. Things that shimmered did always attract Frixy's attention. A lot of things did, but shiny things always claimed the curiosity price. Unchallenged winners in the What object takes the price contest.

Laying on her stomach on the slim branch, she smiled and observed the jewelery and the centaur herself. So beautiful, both the creature and the jewels.
Of course, inevitably with her being clumsy and all, she leaned a little too much forth and the magical powder in her pocket fell out. At least parts of it and it fell right down over the centaur. Right over Espara. This filled Frixy with panic and she knew that it was too late to take the powder back, so instead she as fast as she could, flew behind the tree and out of the centaurs sight. She could hear her own heart pounding rapidly. The magical powder was glimmering in all imaginable types of colors and it fell unchallenged by even the wind over Espara. Of course, since Frixy had not combined her own magic with it upon release, it was about as harmful as throwing sand on someone. The magical powder was even more harmless than sand if it did not have Frixy's magic applied to it, but this still gave Frixy's presence away and afraid that the centaur could be hostile, Frixy remained hidden as the powder rained over the stranger like a small cloud of sand in a several meter radius. The one difference between the powder and sand other than the magical colors of the powder, would be the softness and tickling feeling that it granted rather than the sandy, itchy feeling.

Ixildar had been knocked unconcious by pixies.. Physically.. Could something be more humiliating? A robed man walked trough the forest of the Serene Nation, very close to the place where Ixildar had been hit in the head near the water. The presence of this robed figure made pixies, fairies and animals of all kind flee the area. Even though the man had no harmful intentions, no one took any chances. The robe was black as coal and what face that hid within it couldnt be seen. As he got closer, even the pixies who had gotten the credit of knocking the Exile out took flight and spread out. The robed figure approached and kneeled before the unconcious Ixildar. He ran his hand across the unconcious Blood Elf back and bleeding back of the head, who was an obvious exiled.

The robed figure sighed, grabbing some moss and dipped it in the water. He placed it over the bleeding part of the head and held it against it. He then lifted the unconcious Blood Elf up in his arms, and despite what could be considered objections from some raven, the man didnt care and carried the elf away from the water and to the side, to a little glade with sunlight and beautiful both flowers, trees and even beautiful mossy rocks. He laid the man down on his back and made sure that there was moss under his head. He then stood up, looking down at the elf. He took a few steps away and with turned his back on the man. The robed man then leaned with his side against a tree, still turned away from the unconcious one and looked into the forest, hiding his face and body inside his robe.

Ixildar felt himself being lifted, but by what he didn't know.
I swear, if I meet my end by pixies... Ixildar shuddered at the thought.

Suprisingly, he felt himself being let down, and positioned rather comfortably.
Who-?
Ixildar heard Shadow squak in a protest, and then recieved a mental image of a robed man leaning against a tree.
A Serene... Helping me? Ixildar let his eyes slide open, as he took in the surrounding area. He was in a glade, small, but beautiful. Rocks, flowers, trees... Ixildar felt his hands grasp the grass.
It's been years... Ixildar remembered, since he'd ever felt the touch of grass. He tried sitting up, but found-to his disdain, and obvious embarresment- that the pixies had inflicted a wound that was rather deep, though the efforts of the robed man helped dearly.
Ixildar's hand slid to his hand-and-a-half sword, as he grasped the wired hilt.

"Where," Ixildar flinched as hiis attempt to speak had caused the back of his head to pain him. "Am I?" He finished, finding enough energy to sit up rather than lay. His head swam with dizziness, but he didn't let the stranger see his obvious discomfort.

The man turned around towards Ixildar who made enough noise to wake a sleeping dragon. The robed man knew that out of experience and from beneath his dark hood did he grin and took a few steps closer to Ixildar, arms crossed and his head raised a little, to get a more clear visual of the man but still remain under a dark hood.

"Where you are? Either lost, or desperate. Your in the nation of the Serene. I shouldnt even have to tell you how risky, or perhaps even dangerous it is for you to enter these lands"

His voice was dark, strong and spoke with a tone almost as if he knew Ixildar. Whic he did not, but by the sound of it he very much could've. He then walked even closer, but stopped before he got too close. Not until now, only a meter away did he notice how the man had his hand around the hilt of his sword. Unwilling to engage any type of violence, the robed man held his distance in silence. Any one who didnt know the robed man from before would take that as a sign of fear. Likely would Ixildar do so too.

Ixildar held the man's hooded gaze for a few moments, before glancing around the glade. The creatures that would normally inhabit this part of the woods-fairies, pixies, sprites and that lot- merely waited behind the veil of the trees, wary to approach. Ixildar figured the man had something to do with it, seeing as how the pixies who'd... disabled him were nowhere to be seen.

Ixildar cautiously took his hand off of the hild, seeing as how the hooded man was rather submissive.

"Why would you bring me here, then? If you are a Serene, then you should harbor the same ill-will towards me as any other creature."

Shadow squaked and fluttered to Ixildar's shoulder.

Shadow... I fear we've gotten ourselves to far into something...

Espara admired the gleaming gems with a loving, careful eye. What a lovely gift her siter had given to her. the gems were imbeded into the silver by way of magic, she presumed, as they looked flawless.She had lifted the peice of shining jewelery into the air above her, and was about to place it over her head when something odd happened.

A tingling sensation hit her, followed by one of calm serenity that almost made her want to giggle. She closed her eyes and a light, not entirely unwelcome wave of calmess ran down the entirety of her body. And then it was gone. Kara, who had come up beside her whined happily, and sneezed. As she did so, Espara noticed a powder like substance adhered onto the wolf's nose. The pale specks stood out on her olfactory, which was as black as pitch. it had a strangely beguiling affect on her as she dropped to her knees and began rolling in the grass, back and forth, her tail wagging violently.

It was then Espara noticed she had dropped the neckalace. Letting out a soft cry of nervosity, she frantically searched the ground beneath her feet. When a slight gleam caught her eye, she cocked her head, puzzled. It seemed the neckalace had almost floated a distance away from her hooves. She quickly snatched it out of the grass, and as she did so caught sight of something small and green, blending with the tree leaves themselves. She narrowed her eyes trying to get a better view.

" Hello? "

She asked, touching the bow on her shoulder. She was sure someone was there. She could feel their presence.


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Kirsti slumped back in the chair she had been in for the last hour, thinking about her sister. A scowl was plastered on to her pale face. She had left so soon, with such haste. They hadn't even been able to speak a word about what Kirsti had planned on.
Oh well... If we couldn't talk, then, I suppose it had to be done. At least she will be able to see things my way.
Her scowl faded replaced with a look of sheer indifference. She knew things would work out her way, but she had counted on it all happening with a bit more, well, persuasion. She was hoping she would get to see her sister's mind drift to it's rightful place - beside her sisters.

With a sigh Kirsti stood. She halted in her tracks, suddenly. Someone's energy radiated past her. It was weak, at least from this radius, but it was most certainly foreign. One far different than those one would sense in this nation. One she would have so cleverly disguised.

Sweeping her hair off of her face and behind her horse like ears, Kirsti strapped on a pair of shoes and traipsed outside. She let out a shrill whistle, and her great stag was in a moments notice before her. She noted a bit of blood aorund his muzzle, and the look in his pupiless eyes which color coordinated hers was one of annoyance, as she had just interrupted a meal of his. She turned her head and narrowed her eyes at him a bit. The ram cared for her, but he was also bound, and it was possible his feelings were simply a case of hostage dependancy. Either way, he really had little opinion in his summonings. He could, if he wised, ignore her will, but it guilted him to do so. not only that, he felt inward pain.

The stag shook his head indignantly as she placed a halter and attached reins upon it, and balked as she climbed onto his back and pressed her heals into his sides, but after a moment he bolted off obediantly. They flashed past trees and brush and creatures of all sort before, in a short time, Kirsti sensed the foreign energy strengthen. Then another hit her. one that was well concealed. A strong, presence, one that outaged her, and , it seemed, out did her in strengths as well. Even in such a power threshhold, she was sure more radiated under the disguise. Cursing silently, she moved closer, where she had, at least, a vantage point, and watched. The original energy to which was nearly comparable to her own was form an elf. Of what kind she knew not. The other...a chill overtook her...Was a hooded figure whom she could only guess about.

"Exiled one, I have no intention to harm you. I brought you here because it is an open area. Most natural creatures of these woods stay clear of me and therefore you should be considered safe when around me. If I had left you where you were, you might never have woken up at all. The nation of the Serene is not very welcoming to the likes of you"

The robed man could feel eyes watching him. Not the eyes of normal creatures, but something else. Whatever it was, he hoped it was friendly, or at least in a hurry. He did not want any type of violence taking place. The man walked closer to Ixildar and kneeled a meter away from him. He sighed, looking to the side and then put out his hand, offering to help Ixildar up.

"To prove my wish of peace, I will grant you my name. I am Eftar, stranger"

His voice was as dark as always and his face was shaded. He avoided eye-contact and did not even glance the sword of the Exile. If the man decided to attack then so be it, but all Eftar wanted was to help. Eftar had to take this chance. Either was this Exile one desperate for walking into these lands, or he looked for trouble. Eftar hoped for option number one and that he would grab his hand instead of stab it.

Ixildar froze.
He offers me help... And then his name?
Shadow squaked impatiently, and Ixildar shot a venemous glance in the raven's direction.
Whatever the case, Shadow, I have to take Eftar's offer. The Serene nation hates me... A rather violent stereotype is what they've placed on all Exiles.

Ixildar took the man's hand, and winced as he was lifted up. The energy he had was low, but enough to fix the wound. Ixildar wrapped a hand around to the back of his head, and focused an amount of energy into healing his broken scalp. The wound quickly shut, though the pain had yet to subside.

"I take your offer, Eftar," Ixildar inclined his head. "I am Ixildar, once a Magi but now an Exile." Ixildar raised his head again, still weary of the stranger's wish to remain unseen.

"What is your reason to enter the nation of the Serene then, Ixildar? As you are well-aware of, your "kin" is not too welcomed here"

Eftar sighed, yet he smiled beneath his hood. The smile was of course not visible, but it was there. He then turned away and looked into the forest, looking towards the direction where he had sensed him being observed. He thought himself to see something, but shook his head slowly and decided to leave it be. They were likely going to do the same, whoever they were. Or not, but Eftar could hope. He leaned against a tree and turned his face back towards Ixildar. He stood silent for a few seconds, before placing his hands over his hood and pulled it down.

What was revealed was the face of a human, but with a few more noticeable features not common or at all existant at a human face. His eyes was bright yellow and his hair plain blue. Other than that, he had signs of a short beard, a scar going right down between his two eyes and what smile he had earlier had now faded to a more serious look.

Ixildar felt his mouth open slightly, in suprise of Eftar's appearence.

So he's not human... Nor anything close, apparently. Ixildar sensed there was more to Eftar than just the hair and eyes, something the man kept hidden, rather well. Ixildar looked at the ground, trying to be polite and not stare, and returned a gaze to answer his question.
"In all honesty, I had no desire to be here... Those damn pixies caught me by suprise, is all." Ixildar thought to himself for a moment, and then reconsidered. "Though, I suppose somewhere deep down inside of me, I just want peace. Living in the wastelands of Exile... Well, it's not exactly comfortable." Ixildar shrugged his shoulders heavily.