Dragonborn

"At each creature's core lies their esscence, the energy that makes them them. If I'm following right, Keen is saying that we could potentially prevent the Archdemon's core from reforming it's body, thus stopping him coming back." Fyre looked up into the night sky.

((thanks Dan -_-))

Keen nodded

"Sleep well then Elwyn. I'll stay up a little longer to tend to the fire." Fyre prodded one of the logs to better position in the fire.

Keen said good night and, out of habit, kissed Elwyn on the forehead.

"Sorry, I meant nothing by this"

Keen held where Elwyn kissed him for a moment before going over to Fyre and asking "um... what does this mean? I was only ever taught what a kiss on the forehead meant"

"Honestly... I do not know. That kind of thing has never happened to me." He said with a sigh.

Sitting cross-legged by the fire, Fyre gazed into the night sky, could they really seal the Archdemon away? Do what so many before them couldn't?

Without realizing it, Fyre drifted off into sleep while sitting.

Fyre stirred slightly when the blanket was put on him, then he awoke, "Wha? Oh." He smiled when he noticed the blanket, "Thanks."

Keen wandered back to camp, two freshly killed rabbits in one hand and a deer in the other, and when he saw people awake he said "killed some breakfast"

"Don't worry about waking me up, I never fully fall asleep, and sure." Snapping his fingers, he threw a small fireball into the heart of the fire, instantly bringing it back to life, "Want me to cut the meat?"

Fendrel awoke to the various sounds around him, the male groaning tiredly as he sat up in the dirt. He looked to the group curiously, watching them each go about what seemed to be their morning routines all the while trying to suppress a chuckle. Getting to his feet, he manipulated a light kinetic spell in a strange manner, the dirt on his cloak seeming to simply fall back to the ground.

"Good mornin' everyone, hope you slept as well as I did~," he recited, reminding himself of how he used to spout that statement every morning back at Sivaakrah. Soon enough, the smell of smoke from the campfire assaulted his nostrils. He chuckled softly, looking over to the group, "What's for breakfast, then?"

"Fresh rabbit and deer"

Fendrel chuckled nervously, unused to being credited. Back at Sivaakrah, he was just another student, nothing special. Yet here, he was being labeled as a 'magic-worker' from a moderate-level spell. "Ehm...thanks, I suppose. The force-field probably faded about 20 minutes ago, but the dirt will probably stay that way until someone shovels it up, just in case someone's wondering why there may be a fly buzzing around," he commented, sitting down next to the fireplace.

He stared into the flames for but a moment, wondering why he could never get the hang of basic offensive magic, like fire, but he could still manage standard offensive spells in the kinetics section of magic.

Leaving the game by Fyre, Keen climbed up to the top of his tree to look at the sky. He came back down and reported "The sky seems clear of wyverns, though we may need to seek shelter after we have eaten, there are some heavy clouds on the horizon"

As Fyre cut up the meat, he made a face, "Lovely, just lovely. Rain." He muttered.

Keen sat by the fire and said "no need to worry, there should be no rain for the better part of the day"

"Even so, I don't like rain." Fyre said as he took a piece of cooked meat and placed on a flat rock that sat beside him, "Come and get it."

Sticking his tongue out at Elwyn, "That's why I have my hood." He swung it up in a huff.

Taking a piece of meat directly off of the stick he was roasting it on, he took a voracious bite out of it, his slightly pointed teeth gnashing together.

Fendrel chuckled softly, taking a bit of the meat from the fire in a magical grip, moving it over into his outstretched hand before taking a large bite out of it.

While he was listening to everyone else's conversations, he figured they were occupied well enough without him. In the meantime, he could silently analyse one of the issues he had a while ago.

Let's see...'æppela' was the word, 'apple' was the translation...I shouldn't add any of my reserves into it, as it should apparently just happen...unless I'm supposed to add some of my reserves into it, and the word is simply an incantation...ugh. *Think*, Fendrel, think!

Keen took some meat and ate quietly. He was ready to leave when they wanted.

Taking a final bite of the meat, Fyre kicked dirt onto the fire to extinguish it, "Well, we got tracks to make. Let's go."

Keen walked alongside Elwyn, one hand ready to draw a blade as he listened intently for any sign of attack.

Fyre walked alongside them, eyes watching the horizon and hand on the pommel of the blade on his hip, his headache was back with a vengeance.

Fendrel sat up from his seat, moving all his supplies into his pack before walking alongside the group. He stayed a little further back, scanning the immediate area in silence. Within his mind, of course, he was still trying to figure out the conundrum he was having trouble with earlier.