It had become months before Talonrel realized it. Everything had started with the monks at the temple and the meditation exercises. That first out of body experience had only been the beginning. Soon, he was taking full journeys in just his astral form, finding hidden items and villages around the countryside without a second thought. Time had a tendency to pass by more quickly to him because of it, however, and now that he had a moment to catch his breath, it felt like he had turned around to quite a different locale than he had started.
Mythstraisia had grown from a simple outpost to a full hidden village replete with living quarters for the different races who had come to join them. It had taken some time to find them, but there were elite units from the elven nation standing side by side with a group of orcs who had pledged their loyalty after Talonrel had come upon the wreckage of their village after an attack by a family of drakes and had saved their children. That was all it had taken to bury the bad blood of orc against elf for ages. While they did not maintain an alliance with the elven kingdom, they would ally themselves with Talonrel and his cause. That was all that mattered. After all, he was an exile of that kingdom himself.
Over the course of time, Talonrel's power had grown. Before, it had required all his concentration to Spirit Walk around the countryside to places that would become important, but after practicing for quite a while, the powers had now become his own. He could leave his body to perform menial tasks or oversee others in order to snap to a location and find what needed to be found. Rooting out necessary things had become almost a sixth sense to him.
Now was just one of those points in time. The dark-haired elf's body was overseeing Sam and the Order of Sato's work in the workshop to create a new set of blended weaponry this time adding more of the orcish flair to the human and elven techniques. Meanwhile, Talonrel had already split his concentration and plunged back into the astral body once again. He had learned how to signal others while doing this, and he could hasten their travel. Mythstraisia had come to be on good terms with the small elven village of Redforest, and they needed help. After what had happened with their elders, they were in desperate need of assistance since their elders had died taking most of their ancient knowledge of elven smithing. They needed to find a new source of metal to at least start creating something hard since they could no longer harden wood, but with all the terrible problems going on in the southern mountains with the troll that had started to kill travelers in the area, they had turned to Talonrel for help.
Even now, he was leading them through the mountains along with a unit of Forest's Shadow to provide an escort for the poorly-armed Redforest Scouts. They could not risk running afoul the troll at the moment when they would be commencing battle with the Rangers of the Swift Arrow and another group of elves that had joined them recently. The elves would combat the troll effectively and lead them away from where Talonrel and the others were heading. It was a perfect plan.
Name | Start | Action | Target | End | Notes |
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Talonrel | G7 | Assist | G7 | G7 | |
Joachim | G7 | ?? | ?? | G7 | T4 |
Sato | G7 | Craft | G7 | G7 | Melee Weapons |
Rangers | G7 | Attack | H8 | G7 | Troll Quest |
Shadow | G7 | Scout | G8 | G7 | Scouting with Robe |
Wary | G7 | Attack | H8 | G7 | Troll Quest |
Marbled | G7 | ?? | ?? | G7 | T4 |
Alwin | G7 | Assist | G8 | G7 | Scouting with Robe |
Sam | G7 | Assist | G7 | G7 | |
Robe | N/A | Scout | G8 | N/A | T1 Iron Node, Monster Secondary |