|A revision of "Mort Relaxing"|
Captain CaliaCaptain CaliaCaptain Calia by Velox-Mortis
Calia is the captain of the guard in Port O. Like most elves who make up the largest portion of the port's inhabits, she was once a slave.
Despite the poor treatment from her human masters long ago, she holds no ill will toward humanity as a whole, and gets along with the few humans that call the port home. That said, she refuses to set foot into the human strong hold of Blue Cliff.
Life in Port O is quiet for the most part. There is a trade agreement with Blue Cliff that keeps peace between the two. A few drunken brawls at the local tavern tends to be the largest concern of the guards.
Though lately something stirs in the Forbidden Forest. Some locals claim beasts are going to come and devour them all if a wall isn't constructed soon. Calia considers these claims to be utter nonsense. After all, she knows of several Tenchi living in the forest, and they've made no mention of the beasts.
Calia spends what little free time she has with her best friend, rather only friend,
Arri's late nightArriArri's late night by Velox-Mortis
Above the magic shop in Port O lived the elf who owned it. Arri ran the shop all day, sometimes even late into the night for some of her more eccentric customers.
This left little time for a social life, which undoubtably is why she lived alone. Though on this night as she looked about her loft at the mess, she figured there were many reasons for her loneliness.
Fuck it, she thought to herself, she'd clean in the morning. Examining herself in the mirror before going to bed wasn't the best idea for her self esteem. She stuck her tongue out at her reflection before walking away...but it was no longer her reflection.
A shadowy female form with long straight horns coming from its head was looking back at Arri. "Goddess damn it all! I've asked you not to do that" she growled at the mirror. "Have you the information I seek?" The reflection's voice was hollow and seemed to echo about the room.
Arri sigh as she looked through a stack of books on a near by table, the pile falling to the fl
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Originally born in the Hell fires of California, he would become a world traveler before finally settling down in the dreaded K.C. Metropolis. Now he masters his skill set all the while plotting to unleash his twisted tales upon the unsuspecting world.
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