Elenoa

Paladin magic — Light: Enhancement Magic focused on the enhancements of your weapon, and the will and body of the meister. Oath of Vengeance: To avenge those who have suffered at the hands of injustice. Elenoa Hawthorne — of the Hawthorne Family Knights

@SpellColIector —sworn duty to protect and serve. Please, Lyriel— allow me to assist you next time. Let me be your sword. As we both know… that creature never truly stays gone for long.”

@SpellColIector —of justice teetered back and forth in her mind. Just then Elle slammed a fist down into the steel bleachers beside her body, causing an indentation to form from the force. She stood up, then kneeled at Lyriel’s feet with her head lowered. “As a knight of this land, it is my—

Watching the tournament end from the stands. That could have been her down there, but nooo, she had to be off on a job.

@SpellColIector “Wait—“ Yeah, she’s not about to let Lyriel just GLOSS OVER THAT. “Daityas?! That demon guy?? What do you mean you fought him? Lyriel, do you realize how insane that sounds?”

@PureKnighthood see eye-to-eye with Oen on much. But the library here and the research materials I have to work with are tremendous. The mages here are all bright and young with high potentials. Being their teacher is a lot more responsibility than I used to have, but they’re a good bunch.”

@SpellColIector —this reunion meant much more than Elle could currently try to verbalize. “Oh, you know him. The young ones keep him spry and on his toes, so not much has changed except the grays in his hair.” She laughed. “How is your new home treating you? Are they nice? Strong?”

@SpellColIector —will surprise you when your guard is down. Maybe she will be one of those for you all.” The bittersweet recollection of Lyriel leaving Paladin’s Piece still played in her mind often. She was always a valuable asset to the guild, and a wonderful friend to have around, so—

@SpellColIector —while, hasn’t it?” She sat up straight and turned to the woman, then side-eyed the fight down below with a low, momentary glower from her question. “I came to see what the competition was like. I am kicking myself for not making it back home in time to sign up.”

@SpellColIector The sound of someone approaching snapped Elle out of her seething, her eyes turning to the elf with caution at first. Then upon realization, her features immediately relaxed with a small smile replacing what was there before. “Lyriel, what a pleasant surprise. It’s been a—

In the kitchen cooking breakfast. No requests. Get what you get.

—head. “I’m a lot more stubborn than you think,” She muttered while reaching a hand up from her lab coat pocket to take the cigarette between two fingers. “So don’t bother trying to change my mind. This is my life’s work. It’s you and me against the universe now, Andromeda.”

Quietly reading a raunchy vampire novel while everyone was asleep.

@SpellColIector “Sounds intriguing.” She thought aloud. “Hostile subterranean people? That sounds like the premise of a sci-fi book. Anyways, though, please be careful. I’m sure you’re more than capable, but you never know what could happen with unknown creatures.”

@PureKnighthood “They’re a race of people who come from a subterranean homeland. Not particularly friendly from what I’ve read, and it seems some have surfaced in Fiore for the first time recently. I don’t know why yet, but I think it might be related to this job.”

Sitting out on the front porch and buffing the hilt of her sword.

@SpellColIector “Drow?” She asked curiously. “Is that a person or a town? I can’t say that it sounds very familiar.”

@PureKnighthood tomb clearing. But Oen believes it might be more complicated than it seems, and I don’t think he’s wrong.” Pausing as a thought came to her, she looked to Elenoa again as she asked, “Do you know anything about Drow?”

@SpellColIector --magic should ever be involved in caring for it.” Pausing, her emerald eyes shifted back up to the female. “How long will we be away this time?”

@SpellColIector Her eyes glanced up at Lyriel for a moment, then to the paper in her hand before returning back to her buffing. She shook her head. “No, I’m fine. Father always taught us that our swords are a fragment of ourselves, therefore we should take care as we would our own bodies. No—