Copper reared up, lifting his front hooves off the ground a few feet before his diminutive rider scolded him soundly and he dropped, with a sheepish snort. "Idiot horse," muttered Seryl affectionately, patting him - but made quite sure his reins were gathered tightly in her fist before glancing up at Radearle. "Not much we really need to have along but weapons, is there?"

Sweeping her gaze over the group, Seryl could feel Copper under her tensing for another burst of nervous energy. "Yes, yes," she muttered, trotting him in a tight circle. "We'll be off in a moment." This brought to mind vivid memories of the first time she'd tried to ride him, an attempt that had ended in a very surprised Seryl on her back in the dirt while a highly amused Copper galloped off to the other end of the field and snorted with an air of unimpressed superiority. That, she determined, would never happen again, and it hadn't.

Deciding breezily that ready or not, she was going and they could follow, Seryl turned the prancing gelding to the iron gates and nudged him forward at a trot.

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(That sounds fine . When a few more people post about us starting off, I'll mention it.)

Erillyn, seeing that everyone was ready to make way, gently nudged her stallion, Firefoot, urging him forward. He began at a steady trot, following after Seryl and her horse.

She glanced around, once again studying her companions. No one said much. One man, Damien she had learned his name was, in particular looked especially forbidding, a dark scowl painting his face. Then her gaze moved to the two siblings, Ryvarn and Avhraina. Then her calculating blue-green eyes drifted over her remaining companions. All were female aside from Damien and Ryvarn.

Erillyn glanced at Seryl as she pulled Firefoot up beside her horse. She had wondered absently wondered about the girl's heritage since she had met her. She had the same delicately pointed ears and chin and slightly slanted eyes that Erillyn herself had, the traits of an elf. But her build and a few of her other features were decidedly that of a human.

Overcoming her shy nature, she offered Seryl a kind smile. "You have some elvish blood, do you not?" she asked.

Having been immersed in their research for the past few days, the Chosen had not had much time to learn much about each other other than their names. Erillyn thought that maybe engaging in conversation would help to lighten everyone's moods.

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Ewaviner turned back into his demon form when he heard another demon call for him. Devarion. One of the rare demons Ewaviner had respect for. He enjoyed his sarcastic comments in the courts though he doubt the other demons did. "Greetings, Devarion," Ewaviner said with a nod. "By "it", I'm guessing you're talking about my experiments. They're going as planned for the moment except one of the cellmates got infected by it so I had to disperse it."

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I was cured all right.

"Certainly," Ewaviner replied, taking no notice of the horrifying sculptures that the fortress entailed on its gates. "Just let me know when you're going to do this."

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I was cured all right.

((AYI!!! Man I'm behind... Ah well. I'd appriciated it greatly if someone came over to me (RPG wise) And talked or something... I'm a bit confused as to how to jump in))

Miyakai quietly rode atop her black stallion, Rhiesan, behind her companions. Though riding on her rather tall horse made her much taller than she was, she felt quite small compared to the varying races and ages here. Also, to her newfound powers, she was quite aprehensive. She did not consider herself worthy of the title bestowed upon her, and she didn't know weather others would consider her any more worthy than she gave herself credit for.

Looking forward at the crowd of ten people, she wondered if she would grow to know, and even like any of her strange companions.

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(Hey I'll talk to you (in the RPG) star Gazer)

Looking around Maria saw someone riding atop a tall black horse turning around Maria rode back toward her. trotting alongside her she said "Hello,what is your name mine is Maria"

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Miyakai looked over at Maria.

"You may call me Miya." She said simply. She had never been much of a socialist, and was quite lost in what she should say.

"I suppose you met the others?" The intended statement was more of a question, as she wished to know what they were like. No need traveling with complete strangers.

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Demons these days. Strutting this way and that, their arrogant noses in the air. Couple this with the fact that they all seemed to possess an innate instinct for torture techniques. Not to mention that the lot of them happened to be favored by the mighty Archfiend himself.

In Rothar Ebonfang's rather woeful case, he wasn't favored by anyone. All he cared about was his own survival. The Archfiend and his demon disciples paid well. And thus, he sold his loyalties to them. He owed his supreme fealty only to the one primal law he'd learned in those solitary years of wandering:

Kill or be killed. No second thoughts. No remorse.

Fuming and cursing, he paced the antechamber to the Archfiend's audience hall. His measured, graceful gait - courtesy of his powerful canine hindquarters - became evident each time he whipped around upon encountering the cold stone wall. A certain demon had been scheduled to meet him here... what had been his name again? Devarion? As it was, the lethal potentate had kept him waiting for an hour or more. If he'd faced any lesser employer, he would have been gone by then. But a demon would hardly be classified as a lesser employer.

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Alythrya, a full-blood Elf, looked around. She had talked to no one. No one even made eye contact with her. Strange. She thought. I know I'm a bit odd and different, but I never thought an entire group would hate me right off the bat. She sighed heavily as she patted her mare's neck.

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"Okay Miya," Maria said to Miya. "No I don't believe I have met anyone here in the group. But I plan to meet all of them."

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Miya nodded.

"I see... That is a good plan. In fact," She said, eyeing Alythrya, "I think I'll do just that." She then nudged Rhiesan over to Alythrya.

"Hello. I suppose none of us know each other yet, do we?" She pondered what she should do next... Nodding inwardly, she smiled.

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Alythrya smiled, her purple eyes looking over at the girl who came over to speak with her. "Hullo...and no, I guess we don't. My name is Alythrya." She held out her hand in greeting.

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Maria looked over and grinned glad that she made a new friend. she also turned over there and trotted over to where Miya and Alythra were "hey, I'm Miya,"she said after letting them introduce themself to each other

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Miya took it, however hesitently, and shook it.

"I am Miyakai. Though you may call me Miya."

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"Nice name." Alythrya said. She also smiled at Maria. "Hullo. I'm Alythrya." She offered her hand to her as well.

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Maria took it and shook it. and waited for someone to spark a conversation

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