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Vluharqih
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Arc 695- She is born
Arc 702- She discovers Uleuda
Arc 705- She decides on her Animal Form
Arc 707:
14th trial of Ymiden- Quhbah dies
30th trial of Saun- Mother dies

Arc 716
14th trial of Cylus- Arrives in Etzos
15th trial of Cylus- Find Miss Givings

To do:

Become involved in criminal underworld of Etzos(YAY!)
New meetup with her father! duh duh duhhhhhhh....
Rynmere visit
Return for Night's big thread
Become the master poisoner
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Arc 706, 23rd trial of Vhalar
Alex groaned in irritation. She had returned over fifteen trials ago, excited and enthusiastic to begin her Velox transformation. The seasons she had spent alone had hardened her. Her body was tight and muscular; long ropey muscles and skin draped over bone was all that was left on her after the Observation stage.

She had continued to run, slowly increasing her distance. She had been cutting out time from Uleuda to make up early enough, and the long distances she had been covering left her physical body exhausted at night. She remembered hearing that the humanoid races could outrun a horse, if the distance was large enough.

The exhilaration and freedom involved with running, just leaving all the cares and worries behind appealed to her on a base level. It was different than flying- more physical, more primal.

She knelt, and massaged her ankle. She was several kilometers from the shop still, and she had just rolled the damn think again. Come on! I was doing so well too! The sun had yet to rise, and it was the grey twilight before the dawn, when the world is silent and still. The soft pattering of Alex’s feet in the quiet helped her with the meditation- the rhythm made between the thumping of her feet and the steady breathing.

She had sprained the ankle when she had captured the deer for Lupe- she still smiled nostalgically whenever she thought of him- and it had been getting better, but she had just rolled on it again. She got up, grumbling, and limped towards the apothecary, realizing she would be late, and preparing for the lecture her mother was sure to give her.
She ground up the bone, scowling and bitter. Her mother had decided to punish her this time, and had put her on restocking the supplies. She had to go through every single jar and ensure that it was topped up. If not, she had to go all the way down into the cellar and search for whatever it was. The cellar was cold and damp, and there was something about it that freaked Alex out.

She poured the powdered Scython bone into the jar, grabbing the hand broom to sweep all the small fragments out of the pestle. This stuff is expensive- we have to make sure not to waste it. She firmly screwed the lid on, and carefully climbed the ladder, balancing the jar precariously with one hand as she got higher and higher.

She reached the top, and leaned way out, the old oak ladder creaking under her shifting weight. Her strong hands slide the jar into place safely on the solid shelf, settling it into the small divot specifically designed for the jar. She climbed back down the ladder and put away the tools she was using. She looked towards the back room, and crept, quietly, towards it. Her mother was working studiously at a table at the far end, grinding up some herb while a boiling pot on her left was being stirred. She tried to be as stealthy as she could, and soon she was behind her mother. She grabbed her mother quickly around the waist, expecting to surprise her, maybe even get a jump or shriek out of her.

Her mother, however, simply kept working, not even flinching. “Hey there pumpkin. You finish up the rest of the restocking?”

Alex was flabbergasted. “What?! How did you know I was there?” She thought she had done such a good job of avoiding the creaky floorboards, and she definitely hadn’t been seen.

“Well I heard the old ladder as you put away the last jar, and heard you putting away the mortar and pestle, but then you were silent. That was my first clue. Then, as you came around the doorway, you moved too fast and sent a cloud of dust floating off to my left, which I saw out of the corner of my eye. And finally, sweetie, don’t try to sneak when you’re wearing heavy wooden shoes. They really are loud.” Her mother reached down and patted Alex’s head consolingly. “You are getting better honey, you’re just not quite as good as you think you are.”

Her mother dusted her hands off on the stained and burnt leather apron she was wearing, and continued, “So come with me. Today we’re going to learn a new medication. This one is called Athsat. Go grab me the bark of Ywnyngyll's Yew, the beak of a Light Owl, and three Fist Nuts from the shelf.” Ashley’s eyes were soft as she spoke to her daughter.

When all the jars were collected, they went over to her mother’s table. Clearing it off, she gestured to the empty space. “It’s about time that you move up to the adult’s table. This medicine was the one your grandmother taught me, when it was my turn to begin making medicine.”

Alex started at that- her parents never spoke of what happened before she was born, or where their parents were. Her mother continued, as if nothing had happened. Alex tried to subtly steer the conversation towards that, "So, what else did your mom teach you?" But Ashley ignored her, and spread the jars on the table. She grabbed the tools she'd need; a mortar and pestle, a small wooden bowl and a steel pressure pot. Adding more wood to the stove beneath the counter, she placed the pot on top and filled it with water.

She explained to her daughter the dangers of Fist Nuts, and explained that it was only when they were properly mixed that their issues of causing clotting and congestion inside the body could be used for good. She then dropped the Light Owl’s beak into the pot, and closed the lid. “We have to wait for it to become softer, then we will grind it up.” She pulled out a large book of drugs, and showed it to Alex. The book was beautiful- a heavy, dark leather cover with a simple, elegant script to denote its use. The pages themselves were heavy and thick, and had wonderful illustrations covering their surfaces. Every plant, animal and human part you could think of using was included in these pages. It listed their uses, any dangers associated with them, and where you could find them in the wild.


Alex looked over the book, and checked the beak every couple bits. The amount of information stored in there was staggering, and she simply skimmed most of the pages. I’ll have a lot of memorizing to do here! She thought to herself, as she pulled the boiling beak out of the water, and began to grind the fragile structure.
Several breaks later, she had made it into a fine powder and mixed in the liquid expelled from the Fist Nuts during their cooking. This made a slightly red paste, which Ashley quickly spread on the strips of Ywnyngyll's Yew and set out to dry.

When it was dry, Alex carefully rolled the strips up, and stored them in a jar. “Can you guess what this does, based off what you read in the book?” Her mother asked her as they were cleaning up.

“Umm… Maybe it has something to do with clotting? I think those are used as bandages, right?” Alex responded, her brows curled as she tried to think.

“Yes, that’s exactly right! The Fist Nuts provide a very strong coagulant, and it stays dry in the form it is until the powdered Light Owl beak comes in contact with blood. Then it releases the liquid, and these bandages can stop even the most severe of bleeding.” She wiped down the counter using a wet cloth, ensuring the work surface was clean and clear for the next time. “But there is a great difficulty in catching Light Owls, and so these are expensive bandages- the ones used for captains, not just the regular soldiers.”


They finished cleaning up, and Alex headed back home. She was free for the rest of the day, and it was the perfect time to begin changing her shape.

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Arc 711, 24th trial of Ashan
Alex smashed to the ground, jerking awake as she fell. Her eyes flew open as her face smashed into the dirty wooden floor, unable to react in time. She winced as she got to her knees, uninjured but startled nonetheless. Looking down, surprised at her lack of clothes, Alex paused. Hmm...That's odd. Oh well... I was pretty tired last night. I probably just don't remember.

She remembered crashing hard last night, unable to keep going. She had spent the previous three days awake, travelling and earning money. What inn is this, anyway? Her eyes were bleary, and her limbs felt heavy.

The sun outside her window showed that it was almost noon, the sun high in the sky for this time of year. I think I passed out around...12 breaks ago? Maybe 13? I don't remember very clearly... She tried to stand, feeling her limbs resist the movement. They felt as if they were made of lead, but she dragged herself across the small room, wrinkling her nose at the smell. Eww, what is that?

She froze as she saw vomit spattered across the floor, her brain going in a million directions at once. What the-who-how did- no wait- She spun around, her eyes widening as she saw a body in her bed.

Oh no

She was remembering now, but her sleep deprived brain couldn't recall everything. I got here late....pulled my usual scam...but how the HELL did I end up with this...thing in my bed? She quietly tiptoed back towards him, and lifted up the covers. He was naked too.

She groaned. God dammit, not again He stirred at the sound, and Alex's eyes widened. Nonono, sleeeeep, please! She did not want to deal with the morning after conversation. He shifted, pulling the blankets partway off, and Alex averted her gaze. Ew, gross! I can't believe I...EWWWWW.

He was a fairly good looking man, but he was easily in his mid 20's, and far too old for her in any case. She noticed his hands were soft and had dark blotches spattered across them, figuring he was likely a bookkeeper of some sort. His hair was a disheveled mess, but she remembered the short brown hair had looked good on him last night. Slowly her memory was coming back, but there was still gaps. The last time I ever go that long without sleep.

She creeped back across the room, avoiding the unknown man's vomit as she quickly gathered her things. She packed her bag quickly and quietly, managing to not wake him, though that was likely as much due to the copious amounts of alcohol he had drank, rather than her skills at being quiet.

She finished, and looked around the room. The straw on the floor was a good call she idly thought as she sidestepped the puddle, grabbing the man's pants. She felt the pockets, pulling out a small purse with a few dozen silver nel. Bah, not even rich. I really was out of it.

She walked towards the door, and paused. IF he wakes soon, he'll likely come after me for the purse....hmm. She gathered up his clothes, scattered across the floor and table, throwing them into the pool of vomit. She poked them around with her feet, making sure they were well and truly soaked in vomit, before she returned to the door, and slowly creaked it open.

She left the room, feeling much better with her plan. She made it down the stairs, and handed the innkeeper a few of the man's silver, quietly asking him for some food for the road. As he made her a small basket, she nodded her thanks and took the basket, heading for the door.

A crash sounded above her, along with an impressive string of expletives. Her eyes flew down to meet the innkeepers, who had turned to stare at her. He took a step towards her, his arms raising, and she backpedalled, quickly pushing her way out the door, and taking off down the road. Luckily she hadn't had a horse or wagon to deal with.

She slowed to a jog, looking back over her shoulder at the empty road. Haha, I made it! Her mouth turned slightly upwards, not quite what one could call a grin, as Alex headed down the open path. Her hands went to her waist, and pulled out her bulging purse.

The previous few nights she had been pulling her favourite scam. It played to her strengths perfectly, and it was hard for those she scammed to come after her- just how she liked it. It paid for her travels from city to city, and allowed her a huge amount of freedom.

She would enter a smaller inn, and look for the largest, loudest person in the place. Often it would be a younger guy, eager to prove his manhood. She would challenge him to a drinking contest, which in itself was unfair: Yludih can't get drunk, and instead just gain incredible amounts of energy from alcohol. But to make it even more one-sided, she would slip a small dose of a sleeping agent into their drink. The side effects matched those of a bad hangover- headache, difficultly thinking and a sensitivity to loud noises. That, mixed with her attitude and small stature meant whenever the other man would pass out, his friends would simply find it hilarious. This resulted in her being above suspicion of drugging them, and allowed her to rake in nel.

Far off hoof beats shook her from her flashback, and she turned around. Behind her, just on the horizon was a cloud of dust. Now that could be nothing...or... Her gut told her it was for her, and she looked around frantically. To her left was an open field, as far as the eye could see. To her right, a forest was on the horizon, but the flat ground between here and there would let them see her no problem.

Alex sighed, and set down her pack. She undid the strings on her shoulders, large gaps appearing in the jacket. Her change began slowly, as always, with an odd pricking heat in her core. The heat would bloom until it was almost unbearable, but she grit her teeth and pushed through.

Cold began to push back the heat, and her fingers slowly returned to normal, followed by the rest of her body. Her wings sprouted, and she felt the tension in her back as it grew to accept the new anatomy. She shivered all over as the change finished, both tired and energized at once.

Valyeria reached into her pack and pulled out a black tunic, quickly changing out of her leather jacket. A flutter of her wings to settle the fabric, and it was doubtful that they would be able to recognize her. She took to the air, a scant dozen feet above the ground, and continued flying in her direction.

A little over a break later, the hooves beat below her. Looking down, she saw four men-at-arms galloping along, speaking with a civillian in the center. She paused, as she recognized him as the man in the Inn. They glanced upwards as they sped below, and one of the man-at-arms began to knock a bow, before the civillian shouted something unintelligible, and they passed by.

She couldn't see them a break later, and decided to land. Makes no sense to stay in Avriel when everybody hates the Avriel. Plus then people hear that an Avriel is travelling in Western Idalos- hardly a common sight. The lower profile I keep the better.

She switched back, the temperature change making her shiver as Alex put back on her leather jacket, and plodded along the road, just as the first crack of thunder was heard on the horizon.
Alex paused at a bridge, and decided to take a break from her travels. It had just begun raining, and the bridge might provide some sort of cover until it blew over. Ahead of her the road split, and she couldn't see down either path, but trusted in her hearing.

She slipped down the muddy slope, humming tunelessly to herself as she opened her pack and grabbed a bite to eat. She was halfway through her meal when she heard the hoofbeats again. Her eyes widened in terror.

Too close to change- a Yludih is much much worse than a thief. She looked left and right, before grabbing her pack, and scrambling along the river bank. She managed to make it into a bush just as the five horses thundered past, slowing as they reached the bridge. The men hopped off, and Alex cursed.

Of all the bloody creeks and rivers, THIS is where they have to choose to stop?[/]

She stayed perfectly still, realizing that her boot prints were clearly marked in the soft mud of the river bank. Stupid, stupid! What was I thinking?.

A shout from one of them as he found the footprints spiked her heart rate, her breathing accelerated and she felt herself grow afraid. No, I can't stay here. I'll run. They can't catch me in the forest. I can't just stay here. They can see me. They're coming for me. Her thoughts grew steadily more and more panicked, before her resolve broke, and she scrambled upright and tearing off into the wet bush, the crashes she made attracting the guards attention. She heard their voices as they leapt to their horses, tearing off down the path towards her.

She tore through the woods at a breakneck speed, dodging branches and leaping rocks with abandon. The rain poured down, soaking her hair and leaking down her back. Her pack bounced uncomfortably, but the heavy breathing of the horses behind her was all the motivation she needed.

She headed towards a different creek bed, the babbling just could able to be heard. She jumped from rock to rock across the river, and headed downstream even further. The rest of the ground soon changed to rocky surfaces, and she left the stream to enter the forest again. She paused, listening for any signs of pursuit as she caught her breath. I think I lost them.

A flash of light, and a wave of sound that shook her chest made her straighten, and look around. She didn't recognize where she was, but just ahead of her on the right was a small cliff, and what appeared to be a cave.

She warily brought out her knife, and tried to creep along quietly, leaving her pack behind. She had very little success, her feet just happening to find the wrong sticks to step on, or stumbling across a slippery rock. She made it into the cave, however, and found it dry and deserted. Lighting a torch, she looked around at the bare rock of the tiny cavern. It was about big enough to fit two of three people lying side by side, and not much else.

Alex figured she'd wait out the storm, and began to set up camp.

Alex woke, shaking and screaming. As she panted, staring at the embers of the fire, the dream she had began to come back to her. It had involved her parents, that much she knew. She also knew that it had begun nicely. Then she remembered something about her changing, and suddenly it clicked. She had been a Grey Velox, and had been hunting with Lupe. Tracking the prey, the scent, her body had felt so alive. And then finally catching up to realize the prey was her mother's dead body, her father staring at her with dead eyes.

It had been several arcs since she had last thought of her initial attempts to change into a Grey Velox, and she chuckled dryly to herself at her for not completing it. I mean...I'm not going to go anywhere, and I doubt I'll be able to sleep for a while....Might as well?

It had been arcs since she had tried, and it took her nearly a break to calm her nerves, and slow her breathing. She looked inside for that switch, that feeling, and pushed. Her body began to get warm, spreading throughout to be met with tingling cold across the extremities. She felt herself begin to go formless, and she slowly relaxed, bringing her consciousness back to reality, snapping gently back into her human body.

Ha, just like flying. Once you learn, you never forget. She settled in to practice liquefying herself again.

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