Renvir Felt 

Bloompeak, Day 56, Turn 200AW

The Early bells of Cloud City chimed an angelic melody, alerting the denizens of Valorun Empire all over that a new day began. Renvir Felt, loathed that sound. It meant she must come face to face with the pompous masses she’d been forced to see everyday for the entirety of her life. Her handmaidens were already surrounding her bed with clothing, food, and other assortments for a growing Fae woman. She rolled her eyes at them before she pushed one of them out of the way to rise and meet her fate. “Wake up M’lady! Today’s the day of the ball! It’s such an important event for you. The carriage to take you is already waiting up front.“ A plump handmaiden who seemed to be of Elven descent hurried her.

“If I knew seeing you fools every morning like this was going to be the rest of my life, I'd have actually let my mother setup that arranged marriage when I was thirteen. Out, all of you out!” She orders, standing to her full height of 5' 3"which did nothing to help her authority, scowling at them in disgust. A bright halo wing glowing behind her messy bed hair as she stormed over towards a window, ripping the blinds apart; the heavy cloth that casted out the sunlight suddenly let it all pool in at once. Turning around she'd see that only one handmaiden stuck around after her outburst. One she’d been used to seeing quite often. 

“You. Why is it always you?“ She sighs, crossing her arms over her nightgown which barely concealed anything to the viewing eye. The maiden that stayed behind was of Beast blood origin. A lizard girl covered in beautiful emerald scales and lengthy golden hair. She smiled at the fae, eyes slitting back and forth like a chameleon before she spoke in an opposite tone to Renvirs.

“I’m sorry m’lady."  It was light hearted but heavy in accent. It gave away she’d been from the lower regions--close to Bearhold or maybe Ironshell. Where most beast bloods come from. Renvir herself had a hard time trying to pinpoint the origin of it, but then again she didn’t quite care either. 

“Yes, I’m sure you are. Since you're here and can’t seem to take a hint, make yourself useful, but be warned; I told you to leave today so... I’ll be extra hard on you. Understand? What did you say your name was again?“ Renvir says with a tap of her foot. 

“Yes, of course! And it’s Salire, M’lady." Salire answers with a slight bow and a nod before slinking off to set her focus on preparing the bath. 

A few hours later, Renvir was dolled up enough for the ball. Adorned in the most extravagant jewels mined from Metalnine; even the dark threads that made up her dress were sewn by the silk of mothbats. Her face did not match the beauty of her attire, she did not want anyone to confuse this as compliance. “Have any of you seen my mother?“ The handmaidens shook their heads no, and Renvir sighed. “Of course… probably has her nose stuck deep in some book. Why would she be there when her daughter is supposed to be married off to some pompous fo—“

Cut off mid speech. The doors of the estate creaked open - Sir Baquri’s men stood in formation with a long red stretch of carpet that led to the open doors of the carriage. Renvir grimaced and fixed her attire before her scowl was met with the forever smiling face of Salire who remained silently by her side. The two board the flashy ride and begin their stroll through the Fairy City. Roads paved in gold - and buildings stacked in Platinum and silver. The street signs were laced in jewels and the weather here never strayed from being sunny yet comfortably cool. At first glance it would seem like heaven. No poor - no sickly. The Fairy people lived for thousands of years without the need of anything supernatural to keep them alive. This is due to their bodies already so deeply locked in with the likes of the Arcane. They are at birth, Magical beings. Something rare in this day and age. 

Arriving at Sir Baquri’s estate, they’d remove themselves from the carriage. The twilight sky had already set in. The sky leaked with orange and red hues. The clouds matching this tint, it made his estate have this strange ominous glow to it. Salire stepped out first, and soon came Renvir. The Fae patted the gaudy dress down and made sure her attire was fully intact before they made their way inside. The inner layouts of the estate were decorated in the same expensive tastes that matched the ones outside. She took a seat at the grand table, trying not to be seen despite the day being about her.

Salire came by soon after she’d been seated, sliding Renvir a fancy glass of water. The fairy scowled at it and tossed it over head before she snatched a server boy that was passing by. “Bring me some Mead. The strongest you have please.“ She said with a smile before she let him go, the young man rushed off to do just that.

“Ah, there she is. Lady Renvir. It’s nice to finally meet you. Sir Baquri has been talking about you all evening. It's so nice of you to finally arrive. Say, is Lady Encosta here by any chance? “ Renvir looked up at the stuck up Fae Nobles who smiled at her brightly until they saw the scowl on her face.

“I haven't seen that senile whore in two days. If you see her, tell her I said to come to her daughter's suitors party, will you? And, are you going to finish that?“ She snatched the glass of wine that the Fae noble carried between his own fingers. Gulping it down she handed the glass back with a smile etched across her visage. The Noble grunted and walked away appalled.

The moment to enjoy that was short lived however as trumpets sound off and Sir Baquri finally made himself known - greeting all of his guests as he shook their hands along the way. If there were ever a more beautiful view, Sir Baquri was the true image of Fae men. Tall yet never lanky, a well bred Fae male had the strength to wield a blade and look good while doing it. Renvir however, grew up around these types and it grew old real fast. He’d eye Renvir from across the room, making her immensely uncomfortable. “Oh by the Elements. Salire was it? Kill that man for me and I'll make you the richest woman in all of Cloud City.“ She groaned, rubbing at her temples before Sir Baquri approached her.

 “I’m so glad you could make it. It's been some time since I last saw you. Our date to wed has been set and I am all a flutter..“ He leans his head down to kiss the top of her hand but Renvir retracts the notion, bothered by his cheeky ways. “Hm, yes. I am well aware of the agreement you and mother made, but, I have another suggestion. Something to stir the pot, if you will,“ Renvir purred, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yes, of course. Anything for you my dove.“ Leaning in, big googly eyes staring right back at her as he tried his hardest not to melt in his seat from just looking at her. Reaching out to her delicate hands.

“Uhm, yes.“ She awkwardly smiles before taking a sip of her mead. Retracting her palm simultaneously. “I, Renvir Felt, do challenge House Sooran to a Duel of Engagement.“ Most of the older Fae’s spit out their wine. Others fainted and some gasped in obvious awe and confusion. Even Sir Baquri seemed flustered; in fact, he was down right furious. Immediately going into denial as a result.

“ ...Oh Lady Renvir, hahaha always such a kidder this one is! Hahaha…” He leans down soon after, some of the other Fae awkwardly joining him before the room is swallowed in dead silence. Towering over the petite fae, he speaks through clenched teeth. “Do you realize what you’ve done!? I can't formally turn down a duel from house to house…” Renvir mushed his face away and ripped one of the passing guards' sword right out of his sheath! Pointing the blade towards Sir Baquri with more enthusiasm than she’d had all day! 

“I know exactly what I'm saying. And what I'm saying right now is that if you want my hand in marriage then you’ll have to beat me for it." Sir Baquri was steaming with anger as she announced this for the entire ball to hear. Aiming his weapon at her as well he got into a stance, heavy breathing slipping past his lips as he glared ahead.

“Fine then, and when I'm done you’ll play your role as the subservient wife.“ He smirked at the last statement before he charged at her like a raging bull, but her movements were just too swift even for the trained Fae man. Their fight took across the entire ballroom. Leaping from table to table as their blades clashed in amazing fashion. It was obvious she’d received some of the best training available to her and she seemed to have taken it seriously. As their blades continued to do their dance, she finally got the best of him by disarming and knocking him to the ground. Catching his blade in mid air and holding both weapons towards her would be suitors neck.

“I’ve won." Dropping his blade onto his stomach as the entire ballroom went into an uproar. A few sitting in the back watched the event, their hoods a dark shade of pure ebony. In one of their hands… a glowing green stone that throbbed within ghourish palms. “Let's go." Renvir ordered Salire, grabbed the girl by her wrist and drug her out of the establishment. By now, the moon had taken the place of the sun and cloud city radiated with the stars in the night.

“Ugh… I can't believe I had to even humor the notion of this shit show by even coming here. Showing my face to this cretin and giving him even a sliver of hope that he'd marry me. He was a fool. Do you know what he did last week?” Renvir began her tangent, the two walking down the barely lit alleyways, keeping out of sight of her guards or her former fiances. “He led a campaign to charge on Goldencrane. And they almost went along with it. I don't want to be with a monster like that. Imagine attacking poor Elves simply for living beneath our city.'' Their feet clack against the cool cobblestone trail, turning quick corners but Salire however… seemed distracted.

“Yes, I understand your decision.” The Beast Blood looked downward. “I couldn't see you with someone that pompous anyhow…" Sounding estranged yet relieved that Renvir had not gone along with the suitor. “I have a few other concerns, though.”

“Like what?“ Renvir asked, a red hue to her cheeks, the alcohol flushing her even with as little as she drank. Perhaps it was the adrenaline coursing through her still.

“Like, we're being followed, M'lady. “ Salire pulled a dagger out from the belt around her dress, shielding Renvir as The Dark Cloaks made themselves known. One of them held up a strange stone that glowed a bright green that illuminated the entire alleway. The shine almost blinded the duo. “Who are you!? “ Salire shouted. And before she could get another word out - a singular arrow went right through her eye, killing her instantly. Renvir flinched from how fast it happened. She could hear them cranking up that crossbow, getting ready to use it again… but on her.

“WHO IN THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!” The drunken Fae screamed, swinging her blade out of sheer anger and looking down at the slain hand-maiden whom’s head was draining bright red liquid past her shoes.

“ Who am I?“ The leader of the group chuckles, tossing his dark hood backwards to reveal himself. “I am Legilos. A Fae… like you. And I’m here on the hunt. I believe I've found my prey." With such a coy tone, the blonde fae toyed with deadly blades between dainty fingers. Raised cheek bones and porcelain skin that glowed even in this dim setting--he certainly possessed the supernatural beauty found in his race. But those piercing lime eyes did not entice...they struck fear. 

 Confused due to her drunken state, Renvir pulled her hair back into a messy bun and picked up Salire’s dagger, placing it into her dress. With her own blade in hand, she rushed at them with alarming speeds. The Dark Cloaks at first didn't take the petite thing seriously before she actually… managed to kill one of them, slicing their throats out in a splash of blood across golden walls!

They all shouted and blitz attacked her all at once. No matter how powerful you are, when a gang of scum wielding bastards corner you in an alley… the ending always tends to come up the same. Struggling in her intoxication, she gives it her best but once pinned to the wall they take turns plunging sharp weapons through soft flesh until her body finally gives into the pain. Cursing them out in her native tongue even as the blood spills from wet lips, pale eyes go white and everything fades to black.

“Sir…” One of the Cloaks placed the Orb to the now corpse of the fae as it began to glow. So much so, that the stone actually shattered in his hands. “This one… is radiating with Arcane…we chose well."  Standing to face his comrades. The Leader amongst them agreed. Nodding his head before tossing the bleeding Renvir over his shoulder.

“Jasaler will be pleased.“ Her blood dripped down his back, leaving a trail while they slipped into the darkness of the Cloud city alleyways.