RP Land of Valor

Dumbledalf reads the letter. "Informative. Wandering can be fun."

 

"I'll take that as a no." Elyan's voice is slightly dulled by his mask, but a foreign accent can be discerned in his voice.

 

"We shouldn't split up," Ra directs this to everyone.

 

Arachnus arrives at the group, peering over Rumble's shoulder to see what the source of interest was. He began trying to read it, not knowing a thing about written english.

 

"Proud. I can split up!" Dumbledalf says as he removes his legs.

 

Arachnus watches this, slightly impressed until he realized that he could do that himself.

 

Ra tucks the note away as well before turning to face Dumbledalf. "Suit yourself, I don't really care either way."

 

Dumbledalf falls to the ground as he has removed his legs.

 

Elyan laughs, amused. He looks around at the nearby vegetation, a bit distracted from the group, searching for any plants usable in his alchemical ambitions.

 

A large flash of light is seen above the group before fading away-revealing a floating suit of armor. It throws a human female to the ground before brushing its hands off and looking at the rest of the group.

 

Elyan recoils in surprise. "Who are you? What are you!?"

 

Ra glares at the armor. "Are you the one who tore me from my expedition!?" Sudden feelings of anger well up inside Ra as he remembers just how important that expedition was. His left arm is suddenly set ablaze.

 

Dumbledalf reattaches his legs and stands up, saluting at the strange figure.

 

After a groan, Azalia lifts herself off of the ground, readjusting her robes. 'Try not to be so grabby next time, you pervert.' She looks around, and, spotting an unattended letter on the ground, opens it. She pockets the key, and, after reading it, puts the letter away

 

Arachnus looks up at the figure. A low rumbling noise would come from his mouth.

 

"He pulled you from your expedition without warning? Ha! I got time to finish a few potions. He even gave me time to pack...."

 

Hexed descends to the ground and looks at the girl in disgust before clapping his hands together. "Shall we begin?"

 

"Aye. Why not?"

 

This doesn't register to Azalia, due to him not having a face. 'What exactly are we beginning?'

 

"Excited. Begin what? Retirement?"