L'elfe sombre s'est moqué, nous ne sommes pas tous si avides d'attention.
La sagesse riait : "C'est ce qui fait de moi une marchandise rare." Faire tous les emplois que personne d'autre ne risquerait leur cou pour avoir largement ouvert la niche de sa carrière.
La marche des pieds s'est enroulée, et ses muscles se sont tendus. Les gens suppliaient l'elfe de jouer, aujourd'hui. L'épée d'Oenann s'enfuit de l'emprise de la Sagesse, sautant pour mordre à l'équipage en cliquetant plus près de la porte. Il chuchotait des rêves à son sabre des coupures, gronde et charge, les claque sur une blessure ouverte. "La société est là." Ses genoux se sont lâchés et fléchis, le faisant s'abaisser alors qu'il s'approchait, les pieds rebondissant pour le nouveau combat.
Le gros "bug" a pris le son trop tard, pivotant avec dix hommes ou plus à la gorge. Tout comme la Sagesse s'avançait pour les abattre, la chose écuma la lumière des yeux, la tête palpitait, et la grimpait et la soufflait de ses mâchoires. Magic... L'échafaudage des portes cassées n'avait rien à voir avec les Four-Arms faits. Les dents de la Sagesse se pressaient assez fort pour faire mal à la mâchoire, et sa main gauche s'approchait de son oreille. "Pour l'amour de tout esprit..."
Les hommes criaient plus malade que n'importe quelle Sagesse avait entendu en son court cent ans, nez courant avec du sang, et à la fin ils empilaient sur le sol, en regardant bien comme mort 'côté les respirations peu fréquentes de la poitrine. L'Oenann lui-même aspirait dans des souffles avides. "...pourriez-vous nous épargner les oreilles la prochaine fois?"
L'homme des veines bleues était en train de se réfugier dans une autre forme dégoûtée à la vue. "Trouvez votre propre sortie, sauvages."
Encore ça. La faiblesse de la contrainte qu'avait l'homme de l'éruption était balayée avec les oreilles qui sonnaient et l'éperon de rage. La sagesse poussa sa langue contre ses canines et harcela après l'homme prisé qui était malheureusement son guide. "Hey, lil' prison runt, sortez cette tête de votre cul stupide, nus et vertueux. La moitié de l'équipage, y compris moi! - n'a pas frappé une âme, et la seule raison pour laquelle tes jolis doigts ont l'air propres c'est parce que le reste a tué les gardes pour toi. J'essaie de nous faire passer pour des paris.
Le visage mince frustré de la Sagesse s'est posé dans le couloir. Une grande silhouette en armure épaisse murait le couloir étroit, coupant son extrémité courte. Quand l'homme nu parlait, les yeux de la Sagesse s'ouvraient. C'était l'un des princes d'Eblistan? Il n'y avait pas une minute pour mull là-dessus, comme le bloc de hulking volait comme un mauvais rêve, et Prince courait effrayé comme une blague. La sagesse a repoussé la distance qu'il avait faite pour céder la place pour le premier et préparé pour le second. Le gang s'accrochait aux murs et s'attachait aux coins, les yeux verts faisaient un tir pour l'armure - faible à celle d'avant - et ne faisait rien d'autre que le réchauffer à un rouge terne.
Le bestiole n'a pas crié avec pitié. La forme noire géante a fait tomber l'homme en métal comme un soldat jouet, en coulant le talon à travers l'armure douce et dans la poitrine. Sagesse à peine entendu des cris, le guerrier fracassé le marteau gras contre la griffe perçante jusqu'à ce qu'il saute et saigne.
La sagesse n'a pas attendu. La forme lanky coupée à un démarrage rapide et claqué vers l'avant avec les deux mains sur la nuque. Dents et fluide corporel se sont échangés les côtés, et l'elfe a vu la créature de l'insectes de retour loin du bord de sa vue. Acide creusé dans le visage du guerrier alors qu'il faisait rage un cri de bataille brisé, ses mots boueux brouillard aux oreilles pointues de la Sagesse. La main rapide de l'ennemi vit encore venir la Sagesse, et se mit à serrer le marteau sur son côté. C'était peut-être aussi un papillon. L'elfe a divisé la longue épée dans la poitrine adoucie et l'a tranché comme par le pain, et a fait pleurer le bras et le marteau vers l'arrière. Les Cusses incompréhensibles étaient la prière qui s'effaçait pour l'au-delà de l'Eblistani, et la Sagesse coupait sa douleur tôt en sprintant et en jetant son poids dans la lame pendant qu'il coupait dans la gorge.
L'Oenann sauta à gauche du cadavre mutilé et respira un demi-rire. Les yeux bruns remplis de la Sagesse allèrent vers le Prince, et un sourcil lourd s'enfonça profondément dans son front. -- Eh bien, mon seigneur, Prince, la main de la Sagesse enveloppée autour de son épée pour la libérer, et a commencé à l'ébranler, nous avons fait le combat pour vous, aga-AGH!"Un cri refoulé l'a coupé court comme de l'acide éclaboussé sur son avant-bras.
Il a frappé son bras gauche de façon spastique, cussant sous son souffle, regardant s'enrouler le film du bug à la fin de l'épée, puis un regard d'horreur au coupable. "Est-ce que tu viens de gâcher mon épée?"
- Oui.

La sagesse parle à Nessa Anarae, 9 brièvement. Il se bat avec Mundhir Sadek. C'est World Breaker. Il prend de l'acide sur l'avant-bras gauche et l'épée.
Willing to edit if anything is amiss or doesn't fit.
Character Name: Aevah Runil
Species: Half-Elf
Species description: A mix of human and elf, they live only half as long as elves but much longer than the average human. Half-elves are not nearly as graceful as full elves but they are still more agile than humans. As far as sight and hearing, they can see in dimmer light than most humans and can hear further away but again full elves surpass them. They are stronger and have a greater constitution than most elves but humans surpass them in this area. Cunning, tennacity, and stamina are their strong suits. They have more of an afinity for magic than most humans but are still not as skilled as elves in that either. As most half-elves are usually snubbed by both races, they tend to end up fending for themselves... This makes for a good rogue. Their ears are vaguely pointed, their features finer than humans, and their builds usually smaller than most humans also.
Gender: Female
Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations:
Thieving: She's skilled at picking locks, pick-pocketing, and she's very good at slight of hand. She can open most locks unless they are enchanted and she can usually tell that by the way they feel.
Stealth: Aevah is... well... stealthy. She is light footed, sure of step, and knows how to blend in and go unnoticed. She is agile, making her less acrobatic than most elves but still able to scrable up the sides of buildings using windowsills and cracks though less likely to try and jump long gaps or drop from half-way up a tree without expecting to break a bone or two.
Charm: Aevah can be very charming when she wants to be... often using it to get out of trouble, to get better prices, or to con people to get her way. However, it has backfired once or twice earning her some unwanted attention from a love struck target, or by being called out on it by a less gullible one and getting her chased by the Guard.
Tracking: As a skilled hunter who has taken care of herself most of her life, Aevah can track nearly anything under nearly any conditions within reason. Her skill as a hunter means she's also pretty good with a bow.
Trap-making: Using traps to catch animals is just another part of hunting... they are usually crude leg-hold traps or snares.
Plant Knowledge: It's not THAT in depth... she does know some healing plants and she knows what NOT to eat and why. This does not translate into any kind of knowledge of mixing potions or poltices... Her knowledge is rudamentary.
Weapons: She is good with a long or short bow and knows that distance is her friend since, though she is tenacious, strength is not her strong suit. She also uses daggers and though she is fast and deadly with them, she prefers to attack from stealth rather than outright to avoid being overpowered.
Seeing Touch: When touching a person, Aevah sometimes feels what they feel and hears what they think... It also comes with the rather unfortunate ability to see snipits of their lives and even very occassionally translates into seeing how they die. For this reason she avoids touching others whenever possible... It also tends to give her a massive headache and eat a lot of her energy, depending on how much she sees it has even dropped her into a coma a few days because it triggered another unwanted ability. This ability has even rescently begun translating into reading things off SOME objects, ones that maybe held a strong emotional meaning to the prior owner... it's kind of annoying.
Dream Walking: Aevah has the disconcerting ability to... travel in her dreams and it's sometimes triggered by her other ability Seeing Touch. Call it Astral projection if you want but she can't control it. Sometimes she sees the future, sometimes she sees the past, sometimes she sees the present, and other times she just walks around outside her body seeing things others don't... things beyond the Veil. Sometimes, she can even see out of another's eyes... usually an animal but she has no control of the body or mind. The downfall to this is that there are always... things... waiting to steal an empty body and wandering too far means you're less likely to find your way back. Also, not everything you see is true... some of it can flat out be wrong and just part of the dream or pointedly misleading... She still has not figured out how to see anything she WANTS to see and doesn't know if she can.
Background: Aevah grew up in a village stuck between the base of the Spine and the Uchfos Forest. However, she never knew her parents. She was an orphan and the Healer raised her because her mother died giving birth to her. It was probably the first time in years that anyone in that little village had seen an Elf... they were pretty secluded. Aevah discovered her ability at age six, she'd been playing a game of tag with a bunch of the boys in the village when the vision was triggered. She saw a fire, the boy's house burning to the ground with him inside it coughing and struggling for breath... calling for his mother. It ended when a beam fell atop him and she'd screamed and screamed and screamed when she'd snapped to because she'd FELT all of it... the heat on her skin, the burning in her lungs, the fire and the weight of the beam when it... Everyone believed her crazy. The kids were wary around her now, the adults whispered among each other when they thought she couldn't hear. Eventually, she grew tired of it. She took deeper and deeper trips into the woods whilst playing and then whilst hunting as she got older. She soon grew tired of the village, she'd seen more deaths in her time there... had nightmares... tried to warn them. They were humans with not even a drop of magic in their veins, they didn't believe her at first and then they thought her the cause of their ill fortunes... blaming them on her because she saw them before they happened. She left, traveling throughout Eblistan and it was during this time that she developed her other more rogue like skills. She wandered until her journies took her to the Citadel in search of information on the symbol born on the necklace that had been her mother's... It was a small gold emblem on a thin gold chain in the shape of an eye. She'd spoken to only one person within Ahskos who thought they might have recognized it from something he'd read a long time ago. It was mentioned only once in an old scroll in the Citadel as 'The Emblem of the Seers." Her best guess from then on was that her mother was a Seer, that it must be an Elven order from either during or before the war... but why had her mother left her people? Elves didn't often leave their own kind. Aevah was hoping, since the scroll had been in the Citadel Library, that she might find more answers there.
Appearance: 
Reason for Detainment: Thievery... Yes, she did it.