Nodding to both men Anareya sets off down the slope. She skis down the slop expertly, showing no sign of her earlier stumble or the wounds she took during the fight.

Anareya's eyes narrow ever so slightly at Frédo's reasoning, before she gives him a crooked smile. It's a semi decent argument, he's lucky she's not feeling strict today. She didn't really have any intention of chaperoning. She's just enjoying a holiday. "Impressive argument, you're lucky it's too much effort to send you back now." There's a teasing glint in her eyes before she nods at Vaelyr's comment. "You're right. Let's get away from here before any more monsters show up."

Vaelyr considers. If he were in one of Anareya's classes, yeah... perhaps he wouldn't have yelled. He might have thrown a snowball right back instead. He shrugs with the thought. “Yeah, I go to the more outdoorsy classes...” he mutters, wondering if this chemistry stuff shouldn't be at his curriculum. Oh well. He keeps listening and petting the wolf, but he can't be arsed about the rest of the subject or why Frédo is there. He says, “Well, if we’re done here, I will be going my way. I have places to be.” And said places is with his girlfriend, of course.

His grin and mischievous sparkle in his eyes spoke volumes about how Frédo was very well aware of his being here was... bending the rules. "Well, the announcement stated students and staff, but I do not recall any specification on where said student was to be enrolled or said staffmember to be employed," he explained as his hands started working on putting Ava back in her case. "I consider myself to be both! A currently independent student of fine musical arts and magic, as well as a staffmember of the Gold Lion Inn." He closed up Ava's case, shooting Anareya another cheeky smile. She seemed reasonable enough to allow him to get away with it. If not, there was always him helping out today. "Don't worry, I paid for the whole thing."

The healing does, in fact tingle, like Frédo had said, but the pain fades quickly after. "Thank you, that feels a lot better." She laughs when he's finished prodding her leg. She flexes it, to make sure it's fully functional before putting it back down and resting her weight on it. "You are not in one of my classes, I would like to think you wouldn't have yelled at me if you were in one of my classes. I teach chemistry and fill in on the occasional psychology class, so unfortunately no fighting." She cocks her head slightly at Frédo. "So how does one go on a school trip when they're neither student nor staff?"

He places his hands over his hips and raises his eyebrow. “I don’t think I am on her classes.” He doesn’t know yet, but Anareya is from Witherbloom just like him. He probably should be on her classes. “But yeah, if it’s about fighting stuff, I’d like it…” he smirks. Anareya did show to be a proper ally, after all. She knows what she’s doing. He could also ask what Frèdo is doing there if he’s not a student nor a professor. But it isn’t like he cares that much to know.

He knelt down on one knee, placing Anareya's foot on his raised upper leg. He needed both hands for the spell to work as neatly as he could. As he repeated the healing word carefully, basically knitting her skin back together with invisible sound-frequencies in the air, Frédo shot her a glance from down where he was on his knees in the snow. "Do you hear this, Vaelyr? We saved a professor today. Perhaps you can get some extra points in class, *no*?" He teased. Before letting go of her leg, he took just a little extra care to make sure he hadn't left any open scratches, hands gently probing her skin. The healing he had used had only been minor, enough to prevent injuries from being lethal and take away most of the pain. Nevertheless, repeating is at least five - or was it six? - times did drain a significant chunk of his magical reserve. He repeated it once more, just for good measure, before getting up with a smile curling the corners of his mouth. "What do you teach, Anareya? If you can kill a devil with a ski stick, I might actually be interested in enrolling. If I ever decide to be a student."

Anareya eyes the bard, Frédo, after he finishes healing Vaelyr. She might not be able to cast magic, but she still knows that's impressive. He's got great control for a student. "Thank you, that would be nice." If he leaves a scar, she's pretty sure Adriel can still heal that. She's a little too vain to like scars on her own body. She lifts her leg, hissing softly as she places her injured calf into his waiting hand. "I'm Anareya, or professor Jabrhee, depending on when you catch me. But since you're healing me, and possibly saved my live, I think Anareya should work in this instance." She's surprisingly lighthearted perhaps, for a professor who just nearly died in a fight. But this is far from the worst she's been through.

‘Fierce and impressive’ Vaelyr shows his own sharp teeth in a shit-eating grin upon hearing those words. He does like the sound of them. At the same time, the red-haired woman approaches them, and the elf answers, “I’m good. I dunno who this nurse Willowmoon is and I have some balms and patches with me if we need it, but I think the bard is about to heal me up already.” And even if reluctantly so, Vaelyr stays still as the bard casts his magic. It does tingle, but he doesn’t move a muscle, attentive to any sign of something going amiss. The way images overlap over his wounds make him remember of his brother’s magic, and he doesn’t feel extremely comfortable about that. It might be some bardic bullshitery. But as everything, Vaelyr faces his discomforts with a brave face. And to his relief, that thing really worked. When the bard finishes, he looks at his arms and legs, seeing how his wounds are scars now. “Woah, proper nice! I was about to patch those wounds myself, but this is much better,” he smiles, legitimately impressed. “I’m Vaelyr,” he answers plainly, now observing the bard doing the same with the woman while petting Arran, who is visibly bummed about his blunder. “It’s alright, buddy. Just please stay away from my ankle.” The wolf growls at him in response, and Vaelyr chuckles and smirks. “I’m just fucking with you, old man. We won and we survived, that’s what matters, yeah? Proper mighty fight that one.” How would he even explain it all to Centauri?

"Yes, well... An impressive beast. Very ah..." he waved his hand casually in the wolf's general direction, a gesture that could have meant anything and nothing at all, "sharp teeth. It suits you, *no*? Fierce and impressive," he did smile along with his off-handed compliment to the elf, as he walked over the rest of the way to him. Despite the attempt at reassurance, he did keep an eye on the wolf as he knelt down near the man and inspected his injuries. "I am not sure if I can fix you up entirely. This might tingle." he muttered, his knuckles again rapping a specific rhythm on Ava's wooden body. As he had more time now that the chaos of the fray had passed, he took it, carefully strumming Ava's snares just so with his other hand. Even though the rhythm was clear, there did not appear to be a melody. It was almost as if the sound warped the air, creating an alternate reality. Adjusting reality. The skin around the elf's wounds started to quiver, almost invisibly, as the musical alterations to reality forced it to its will and knitted the injuries back together into a neatly healed scar. Although the spell normally took no more than six seconds to cast, Frédo took some time to heal the man up before getting back to his feet with a satisfied nod. "Could still be sensitive for a couple of days, but nothing you can't handle I presume!" He amicably shouldered his new-found ally. "My name is Frédo, by the way, a pleasure to meet you..." Turning his gaze upon the red-headed half elven woman who had approached, he continued. "...both. Señora, it seems you are the only one left injured. May I?" Despite the flirty remarks only seconds ago, Frédo expressed nothing but a courteous demeanor at seeing the limp she had. He reached out his hand towards her injured leg, but left it in mid-air to await her consent.

Perhaps Anareya gave a few more stabs to the snow after a portal opened up to swallow and reclaim the soul of the devil they killed. Fuck that smells bad. She turns back just in time to see both men pull arrows out of their bodies and that would be incredibly hot, if she wasn't in pain and married. Thankfully the bard is capable of healing, because she wasn't prepared for battle, thankfully she was here and it wasn't just two students fighting, because they have to be students. If they were staff, she'd know them. She slowly glides over, favouring the leg that got bitten. "How are you? Do I need to have nurse Willowmoon meet us at the bottom?" She might need the healing herself, but she's in teacher mode now, which means students first. She can always ask Adriel to help her.

> Reply to: @Frédo di Mercúri (@Yltrin) > With a sigh, Frédo lowered his arms, holding Ava in one hand. He tried to relieve the pain in his arrow-pierced leg by putting w... Vaelyr watches with satisfaction the woman giving the final blown on the little shit leader. Fuck, it is finally over. And now that the adrenaline of battle is subsiding, he can feel his wounds stinging, and his blood flowing on his skin. Three stabs and one arrow. Not bad. Not bad at all. But he already went through much worse. Taking the arrow out of his leg and throwing it on the ground as nonchalantly as if he has done this same movement many times before, he is taken aback by the bard addressing him as a “kid”. He raises his eyebrow, looking at him. Both the bard and the red-head are half-elves, and they look considerably younger than Olifyr. Which can only mean one thing… “Kid? Dude, I think I’m much older than you…” he states. Since he lived with elves his entire life, Vaelyr isn’t quite used with relative aging. He also isn’t used to people offering to cure him, even less so with magic. He was about to just put some balm in the wounds, wrap them and call it a day as he always did. But the two of them proved to be good allies, and Vaelyr is supposed to try and get used to magic. The keyword being ‘*try*’. Reluctantly, he answers, “Hmm, with magic? Yeah, I think… I mean, sure.” Noticing the bard is giving a side eye to his wolf, Vaelyr adds, “And I know we fucked up about the bite. Arran was just trying to protect me. Don’t worry, he won’t do it again…” he grins awkwardly, “I mean, unless I tell him so, that is.” It is clear he isn’t really acquainted with saying reassuring apologies either. But he’s trying.

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With a sigh, Frédo lowered his arms, holding Ava in one hand. He tried to relieve the pain in his arrow-pierced leg by putting weight on the other, only for a sharp sting shooting up from his ankle to remind him of the wolfs bite. He winced again, hissing in between his clenched teeth. fuck me... he thought grumpily as his free hand grabbed the shaft of the arrow still embedded in his leg. The padding of his clothes had prevented the cursed thing to go too deep, but it still hurt like *fuck*. Nothing he couldn't deal with though. He gritted his teeth before yanking the arrow out, followed by another string of curses while again, tapping Ava's wooden frame to cast a healing spell on himself to stop the bleeding. As the worst of the pain dissipated, Frédo glanced at his companions. The elven woman, despite his healing, didn't seem much better off than him, nor did the young man. He seemed worse, actually, although also buff enough to deal with it. Had he actually smiled as he got shot?! "Hey, kid..." upon looking a little closer, he noticed the young man was an elf. Hard to figure out if he was actually a kid then... "don't misunderstand me, but you look like shit." He flashed the man a grin, nodding at his bloodied clothes. He closed some of the distance, making sure to keep an eye on the wolf who'd bitten his ankle, keeping some distance. "I can relieve some of that, if you'll allow me?"

Congratulations! You have defeated the encounter!

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Beneath the layer of snow a portal to Avernus opened, swallowing the creature whole. Nothing but the smell of Brimstone remained.

She's getting sick and tired of being bitten by this creature, and she winces as he is knocked off of her leg by the ranger's arrow. She turns around to face it, staring into his twisted little eyes. With a snarl she stabs down with her ski stick, right through the open mouth that is covered in her blood, twisting it to make sure it's actually dead

The creature let out an infernal screech as the arrow pierced through its hellish body. The stench of sulphur filled the air as it struggled to get back on its feet. Yet the large grin never faded from its blood-soaked mouth, eerily staring at Anareya even in its final moments on this realm.

Even when the arrow of that little shit pierces into his leg, Vaelyr still grins amusedly - and dangerously. Seeing the thing losing her life due to the bard's magic is beyond satisfying, but this only means the elf now has to spend his unbridled fighting energy somewhere else. And with this in mind, his hunter eyes turn to the one foe left - the leader. He observes attentively when it bites the woman, and when the bard heals her in sequence. His flirtatious words almost make Vaelyr roll his eyes, except they reminded him of his own girlfriend and how he should have gone back to their room a long time ago now. If it just wasn't for those little shits... “Damn you! I should be with my girl now, you fucker!” Vaelyr yells. Even more determined to end things, he seizes the moment when the foe is still startled after being kicked off the woman's leg and shoots another arrow strongly and precisely enough to pierce through the icy body. Bullseye. Arran is so baffled with his elf companion's reasoning that he forgets to attack.

Anareya smirks at the obvious flirt. There's nothing wrong with a harmless flirt, she's enjoyed that game plenty herself. Perhaps in another universe, where they met in a bar, she might have entertained it. But here, she's married, even if students aren't supposed to know.

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Had Frédo been a mind-reader, he would have probably replied to Anareya's thoughts with something like "I'd be happy to!" However, amongst his many skills, mind-reading was not one of them. Also, the elven woman got bitten before he even had the chance to nod. As the beast dug into her leg, Frédo winced in empathy. Quickly, his fingers rapped at Ava's strings with one hand, knuckles tapping a solid rhythm on her wooden body simultaneously. As the music sounded, the wound in the woman's leg tickled along on the rhythm, closing up slightly, its lethality diminished. "How about you thank me after you show me how to get out of such a grasp, beautiful?" His words both a challenge and an encouragement as another golden musical note shimmered into existence.

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Anareya screams out in pain, her low slightly hoarse voice cracking. "Agh, FUCK."

The devil chased after Anareya, locked in on its target. To taste her blood again, even if it meant dying on this realm. Death was only as bothersome as traversing back to this plane was, after all. Its cold, sharp teeth dug into her wound again, deeper than before. Pupils dilating like that of a cat, it held on until it would get pushed off.

Well fuck me.. She glances up to the bard. "Thanks, new guy."

The golden note exploded right behind the Sprite, shattering her wings like glass as her lifeless body hit the ground. She, too, turned into pixie dust that coated the snow with a shimmer.

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Anareya gets ready to lunge at the ice spite that managed to bite her, but while she dodges and spins around the creature an arrow shoots by her distracting her enough to just miss, even with the bolstering she's received from the bard. The golden note booms around her and dissipates

The blood in Arran's mouth turned to pixie dust, leaving no remains of the creature that once was a Sprite. Her twin's eyes widened in horror, distracted enough to get struck by the ranger. Bleeding profusely from her side, she readied her own icy bow and arrow with the scream of a fury. (Common) "YOUR MOUTH LOOKS LIKE A BUTTHOLE AND YOUR MOTHER IS A TOILET! EAT SHIT!!" Her arrow was aimed at Vaelyr's crotch, aiming to end his bloodline in a different way. She slipped up in the last moment and hit him in the leg.

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With the rush of battle, Vaelyr barely processes all the curses the bard is yelling at him. It isn't like he understands that language anyway, but even so, he knows that dude is right. They fucked up. And Vaelyr and Arran hate fucking up. And this makes him even more pissed at those little shits. The creatures mock and attack him, but Vaelyr's fighting spirit isn't so easily breakable by neither with pain nor words. And wait... is he grinning? Oh, how he loves the adrenaline that comes with a good fight! With his sharp teeth bared, the ranger remains fully focused on the battlefield, observing the foes as if a predator waiting for the right moment to attack his prey. And then... the moment arrives. The bard uses some magic that seemingly didn't affect the hurt little shit. But even if it didn’t cause damage, the distraction was enough to provide an opening. “It’s time for food, Arran!” Vaelyr growls and smirks amusedly. Drawn by the smell of blood and moved by his rage of hurting an ally and being called a ‘doggie’, Arran gladly complies and jumps towards the injured creature, catching it in his mouth and (gore) ||pressing it until the taste of cold blood floods his mouth and gushes to the ground||. Proudly, he wags his tail, hoping this makes up for his previous mistake. His smile could even be cute if it wasn’t for his bloodied muzzle. But that’s not all. While Arran takes care of the closest threat, Vaelyr has opening to attack the other little shit who is behind the woman, the one who was laughing before and almost hit its own leader. Quickly and skillfully, he jumps sideways, notching an arrow and drawing his bow mid air. When his aim lays perfectly on the foe, he smiles and releases the arrow that pierces the creature right in its stomach. Proper mighty, yeah!

The sprite didn't hear anything, maybe because her ears were ringing from all the blood loss.

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Anareya let out a low grunt of pain as she feels cold teeth sink into her leg, through her layers of clothes. She spins around, long red curls flowing behind her as she faces her new attacker.

Fredo: as the pain from both the icy arrow in his one leg and the wolf’s fangs in the other subsided just a little, Frédo glanced up again, his eyes now clearly showing a hint of bright green, rather than blue. He gritted his teeth and gambled upon the snow to be able to carry his rather light frame as he took a couple of steps away from the fray and readied another spell. Done playing nice… he thought to himself, as he focused his gaze on the sprite that had just gotten its gut punctured by a sharpened ski stick. Another chord on Ava’s strings – decidedly unpleasant and off-key – resonated in the air, focusing around the sprite’s head, filling it with discordant and loud screeches and squeals.

Seeing its friend? acquaintance? get stabbed, the ice devil decided to change targets. It ran at Anareya with full speed, sharp teeth digging into her leg through her clothes.

The sprite cried out in pain, getting hit right through the belly with the stick. She barely closed up her wound with some ice, leaving a see-through hole in her middle. It was easy to tell that this sprite was not long for this world anymore.

Anareya grins at the encouraging words from the bard. She really hasn't shown off yet, which annoys her but at his words, that hurt pride gets channelled into focus. She changes her grip on the ski stick and dances around the sprite that's attacking the ranger. With a quick flick of her hand, she stabs and finally hits. That golden note somehow follows her around, unused as of yet.

Right when satisfaction filled his chest at seeing his allies perk up, another sharp pain – in the other leg now – interfered with his good mood. He cried out and his one free hand – the other still clenched around his instrument – grabbed for the leg that had not been shot, but now bitten. “*Pooorrrrrr el amor de Dios!*” He cursed, falling back into his mother’s tongue, then yelling in the general direction of the green-skinned young man. “Keep your animal in check, I am trying to help here, *Mierda!*” He clenched his jaw together in pain, letting out another his amidst a string of curses.

It hissed at the sprite, commanding it to focus on the enemies instead of fooling around.

These tall ones were quite bad at fighting. The sprites laughed at them, especially when the wolf started biting the ankle of his friends. "Yes, doggie! Betray the uglies! Join us, join us!" The two sprites cheered and readied their weapons again. The first one traded blows with Vaelyr, since he was closest to her. Another hit with her sword, this time more clean that the first. She wasn't aiming to kill him now, but breaking a big growling man's fighting spirit would be far more fun than physically injuring him. The second sprite aimed her bow at Anareya, but started laughing immediately. Her arrow missed the red-haired one entirely, almost hitting the devil on the ground. Whoopsie!

Vaelyr sighs. This is not going well, quite the opposite, but they can't lose heart. He's a fucking warrior, godammit! With renewed determination, he firmly focuses on their foes. He won't give up! [Bonus action - Second Wind]

Vaelyr gets one of his daggers and tries to stab the little shit that stabbed his arm. But his timing is not correct, and he misses when the creature flies away. “Fuck!” Meanwhile, Arran growls at the other little shit who tried to bite Vaelyr, and who is also growling at him now. After some growling contest between the two, Arran takes the plunge to bite it, but ends up biting the bard's ankle instead when the little shit flies away. Realizing his mistake, the wolf immediately releases the man and takes some steps back, whining at him with apologetic eyes before turning his attention to the creature again, growling even more.

Clenching his teeth and letting out a hiss at the icy arrow that grazed his thigh straight through the thick padding of his skiing pants and also seeing his companions having a hard time, Frédo's ring finger slid across one of Ava's strings. Both his own voice and her one single musical note tremble in the air, covering his companions in comfortable, trembling heat as he cast his aid spell. His eyes follow the movements of the Elven woman, who seemed so confident before but was now having trouble wielding her clearly sharp ski stick. "Hey!" he says, drawing her attention. As his eyes meet hers, he grins mischievously. "Are you trying to keep me to the edge of my seat, señora? I bet you are better than this!" As his words are flung in the ether, another small, golden musical note dances through the air towards the woman, circling her in a 5 foot radius.

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The creature took a leap from its perched position in the tree. The smell of blood coming from Vaelyr made its mouth water as its sharp teeth tried to bite the wood elf. Mere inches away from its target, the devil was pushed away by a wolf fiercely protecting its owner. Its feet hit the snow, growling at Arran.

Vaelyr grunts when he feels an icy stab in his another arm. As last time, he clenched his teeth and ignored the pain. He's basically growling at that flying thing. Not so funny now, eh?

Anareya changes the hold on her ski stick before lunging at the sprite that was now attacking the ranger. "Damn it." She growls as she misses again. Perhaps the balance of this thing is off. She really shouldn't have stopped putting blades in hidden pockets.

The two sprites looked shocked when they heard their leader's call. All laughter stopped within an instant. "You will pay for this!" They spoke at once in their high-pitched voices. The first one, who had hovered above Anareya, manifested an icicle sword in its hand. It aimed at Vaelyr and struck his other arm mid-flight. The second one summoned a glacial bow and arrow, cleanly shooting Frédo who had drawn attention to himself with his spell. "Eat shit, small-nose!"

The arrow hit clean into the devil's side, causing it to yell out in pain. It looked much less amused now, hissing at Vaelyr.

He releases the arrow, and it hits precisely at the little shit. Vaelyr grins proudly. Fuck yeah!

The small devil didn't seem bothered by the noise at all. Its ears twitched a little as it continued watching the tall people with amusement.

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Thankfully, no matter how strong and protective the case on his back was, it was designed to open easily, as Frédo's hand reached back to the clasp and found the familiar wood of Ava. He yanked her loose, needing her for his magic, and as his fingers touched her strings one-handedly, the air around the devil lounging on the tree trembled as if heating up. None but the creature could hear the overwhelmingly loud, dissonant shrieks that penetrated the thing's mind, as Frédo's mouth moved, his gaze locked on the creature as he casted dissonant whispers. From the corner of his eyes, he noted the young man getting hit by an icy shard. "Hey... how about you show me something awesome?" He flashed his now-ally a grin as a small, golden musical note started dancing around the man's head. *[bardic inspiration with a lil' something extra ^^]

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The ice knife hits his arm strong enough to go through his coat, but Vaelyr doesn't care about the pain nor the blood running down his arm. Like a wild animal, he grins at the creature who revealed itself atop the tree and breaths out with his jaw clenched, “So there you are, you little shit...” But damn... he definitely would mourn the coat later.

A small devilish figure came into few, lazily laying atop the tree with one paw dangling down and a wide, toothy grin like the cheshire cat itself. Its paw curled and an ice knife flung right at Vaelyr, hitting his arm with full speed. Sharp icicle teeth glistened in the sunlight, satisfied with striking the angriest target.

The sprite dodged her attack with a few twirls in the air and more farting noises. She clearly had no survival instinct, just staying in swatting range of the angry half-elven woman.

Anareya chuckles at the translation given. "Really? Surprising." She really didn't need it after hearing the creatures mock her words. She didn't need to speak the language to understand what was going on. She takes a swipe with the ski stick at the creature that flies circles around her head, momentarily forgetting she's wielding sharpened ski sticks instead of her usual daggers or short swords.

“Yeah, yeah, don't get out of here then...” he mutters at those things flying over the woman, baring his teeth like the wild man he is. “Beating the shit out of you will be a even funnier game to play.” He then frowns at the tree when a snowball comes from there. Proper weird, right?

A swirl of weave came from the direction of the tree, forming into a snow ball that barely missed Anareya. Perhaps a purposeful miss, like a warning shot.

His eyes following the sprite flying overhead, Frédo said: "They are not impressed..."

(Sylvan) ||"She said get out?"|| The first sprite spoke, looking at the direction of the tree. In turn, the second one answered. Her tone clearly mocking Anareya's. ||"YoU'vE hAd YoUr fUn GeT oUt!!"|| Like an irritating mosquito, one of the sprites flew circles over Anareya's head. She decided to speak common. Or at least it sounded like she was trying to reason with the half-elf. "You have entered my property! My property! You're stinky!" She made a childish farting noise with her mouth.

Anareya looks behind her, confused at the yarn comment. The language the sprites speak is vaguely familiar, but she can't understand it. She lifts one of her ski sticks, the tip glints metallic in the sunlight, her grip on the handle changing like she's wielding a rapier. The one she had been yelling at was definitely a student, the other man might look around her age, perhaps a bit younger, but she's never seen him before, could also be a student, and if they are, she's the teacher. It's her job to protect them. "Alright, you've had your fun. Now get out of here."

(Sylvan) ||"Look! Look! The ugly can understand us! Less dumb than he looks. But still dumb hehehe!"|| The sprites were clearly not intelligent enough to recognize the danger of at least one elf staring at them with murderous intent. Instead of fleeing to safety, one of them pointed at Frédo. "You have a small nose! Hahahahaha!!!" They laughed as if this was the funniest joke anyone ever said.

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Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)

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His limbs were everywhere and nowhere as he somehow got his skis tangled up. He'd also lost one of his sticks and a glove. As he came to a stop, face down, Frédo coughed up a mouthful of icy snow before pushing himself upright. "I am so sorry, *señora*..." he started, but then got interrupted by a familiar language. Still on hands an knees, his eyes found the sprites. "A ball of *YARN*? *Really?!*" He shouted at them. "That is the best you can do?" Grumbling, he pushed himself up onto his feet, skis lost as their safety-mechanism had released them from his feet.

Upon hearing that laughter, Vaelyr also stands up, fists clenched and a big scowl on his face. His fur coat is completely covered in snow. He sees those fey things flying and exclaims, “So that's what's happening here! There was some magic bullshitery going on!”

Anareya comes to a rapid standstil after they hit the guy she'd been yelling at. "Oooff, what the-" Remember, you're a professor. It's unseemly to be squished between two people like this, especially since your husband isn't here. She manages to wriggle out between them and stand up, only to see two sprites, laughing at them. Gods damned..

POOF! The frost sprite had lost concentration on her invisibility spell. She did backflips in the air, clutching her belly from laughter. A second, identical looking sprite dropped her invisibility spell, pointing at the gang of adults with heinous laughter. (Sylvan) ||"Hehehehe look at the uglies! Tangled like a ball of yarn hehehehe!!!"||

"hehehehehe... hahaHaHaHAHAHA!!!" The previously almost inaudible giggles turned into a full-blown mocking laugh at the sight of three humanoids knocking each other over like dominos. Louder and louder until...

Vaelyr was about to yell back that he's not insane like some people to see things that don't exist, but suddenly a man comes down the slope and crashes against the red-head woman. He could have let out a smirk of satisfaction and mockery. But instead, all that gets out of his mouth upon seeing those two rolling down straight at his direction at an insane speed are the same words he said other two times in a matter of a minute: “Yo, what the FUCK?” The elf tries to run, but the fluffy snow hinders his movement. Before long, he feels their weight slamming against him and he falls down, his face meeting the ground.

Anareya's too busy shouting at the student, trying to reason with him when she gets sprayed with snow. Before she can respond to the shock of cold, a weight slams against her, causing her to fall. Something snags in her ski's and before she knows it, she's tumbling and sliding down the hill. She can tell it's a person that colided with her, and who's currently dragging her with them since their skis are now tangled. A quick look shows her they're somehow heading straight for the guy she was shouting at. Of course.

This is not bad at all! he thought happily, as his muscles seemed to know exactly what to do. But then the snow didn't. The look of astonished delight on his face melted away as snow started to slip and point him in a direction he had not been aiming for! His eyes widened as he followed his unintentional trajectory, straight towards one of the two people shouting at each other only a couple of feet away. A red-haired woman, her race hard to see in the ski-gear but some of her hair peeking out from underneath the helmet, was to be first in this hell-slide. Frédo attempted to thrust one of his hips sideways, hoping his skis would follow suit, just like he'd seen more experienced skiers do. It worked, to an extent... As he turned, his skis plowed into the snow, spraying the woman head to toe in icy particles and frozen dust. The halt was so sudden, the bulk of Ava's protective case throwing him off balance, that he overshot his skis and tumbled straight into her.

She really should be above this. She's a professor, she shouldn't get this upset about an elf yelling at her. But here she is. "Well, I think you may be seeing things, because I didn't throw anything, and there's no one else here." She's pretty sure he's a student, so she deems it more likely that he's high than that there's magic going around.

As if the snow beneath Frédo's skis was shifting magically, his course was altered to aim directly for Anareya and Vaelyr. Speeding up for an imminent crash.

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Muttering internally, Frédo stared down the black slope. Surely that thing hadn't seemed near-vertical from the foot of it. I should not have agreed to this... He grumpily thought to himself as he took a deep breath and slooooooooowly let it out, heart beating a frantic rhythm in his chest. "*Por qué, idiota... por qué?*" He let out another annoyed sigh as he thought back to the night in his attic room with Nissa. His pride had taken over when he'd agreed to her dare. No point dwelling on it now. Well, my heart, it is time to feast on the consequences of your actions... A melodious female voice, a slight tremble to the words as they entered his mind, spoke to him from a solid case he carried on his back. Inconveniently bulky, but he'd rather die than go out the door without her on his person. Ava hummed happily at her jest. Frédo huffed at her. "You realize I could break not only my legs, but also your neck if I take a particularly unfortunate tumble here." You would break every bone in your body, before you allowed that to happen, my heart... She replied soothingly, like a mother comforting a child. And they both knew she was right. Another deep breath, a futile attempt at steadying the increasingly fast thumping of his heart. He'd had a couple of practice slides on the bunny slope. He'd been on skis before, though only because of strict necessity when traversing a particularly high pass. He had usually avoided them if he could, and if he couldn't, he'd chosen at least those passes that had allowed for relatively easy travel. If miserable, because *snow*! One last, particularly deep breath, before throwing caution to the wind and pushing off. [Acrobatics: 18 + 7 = 25] This is not so bad! Further down the slope, he noticed two people, seemingly yelling at each other.

Vaelyr pauses and raises his eyebrow. Instead of approaching and having an actual conversation like a proper civilized man, he still keeps yelling from the distance, “Then who the fuck threw it, then?” He looks around, confused, scanning the environment for any clues. There's no one else really close to them, just a big tiefling woman in the distance. “I saw the ball coming from your direction,” he states with certainty, looking back at the red-head. “And there's no one else here! Did it just magically appear?” He says that word with an extra pinch of anger in his voice.

What the fuck is this guy talking about? What is his problem? "No, I do not." She can tell there's snow dusting his shoulder, though she's unaware how it got there. "I didn't throw anything, even if I did, I wouldn't be able to throw it far enough to hit you." She's built for dexterity, not strength. A dagger she can throw, a snowball? Not a chance.

Vaelyr’s notions of age are messed up, so he has no idea if that woman is staff or student. Well, it doesn’t really matter. “And do you make a habit out of throwing snowballs at people you don’t know?!” he yells again from the distance again, scowling. “While they have their back turned?!”

Anareya glances around because she's certain she's being laughed at, but there doesn't seem to be anyone or anything there. When she glances back ahead of her, there's some angry student yelling at her. She stands up and glares at him with the most professor-like disapproval she can muster. "Excuse me? Do you make a habit out of yelling at people who fall? What's your problem exactly?"

He dodges the ball, and focuses at where it came from: a red-haired woman who is fallen in the snow. He yells at her in the distance, “Yo, what the fuck?!”

-# that still counts as 20 because reliable talent

On his way to the room, Vaelyr frowns when he hears laughter and whispers he can’t comprehend, and looks back to check… … just to see a snow ball flying towards him.

When Anareya fell into the snow, it was almost as if there was someone laughing at her in the distance. Whispers in an unknown tongue, mischievous giggles. And a snowball being fired at Vaelyr, right from Anareya's direction.

“Yo, what the fuck?!” Vaelyr exclaims when the snow on top of a tree drops on his head. He uses his hands to clean it, and then looks around, trying to understand what happened. But nothing was there... Hmmm. Weird. Anyway. He shrugs and takes the snowboard from this feet. Centauri's been resting for some time now, it is better to make his way back to their room. He wants to snowboard down this slope over and over again, with her by his side.

Anareya sets off, but the jump in skill needed is big, bigger than she expected. Maybe she's tired from the runs down the blue slope. Maybe she's not as skilled as she thought she was. She manages to make herself fall before she'll hurtle down the hill and crash, injuring herself severely. With a controlled fall, she's able to keep from hurting herself.

-# oop

After having had enough warm-up from the Blue slope, Anareya's going to try the black slope. She should be fine, right?

There was a nearby rustling of tree branches before a bunch of snow dropped on Vaelyr's head all at once. Yet no trace of any people or wildlife around. Must have been the wind.

Vaelyr never properly snowboarded before - at least not how people use to do here. But the Echoes is located at the valley of a mountainous area, and slopes such as those could be found there. During winter, he and his tribesmen had to walk through some treacherous places for their missions, and sliding back down on tree barks and wooden planks was always the coolest moment. Then, of course Vaelyr wanted to try this snowboard stuff after observing other people doing it. And of course, he chose to slide down the most difficult slope from the start. [Athletics: 13 + 11] Ah, how it brought him back home! With a big grin crossing his face due to the adrenaline, Vaelyr effortlessly and without problems managed to make his way down. Of course he did. Proper mighty!

Palu was comfortably held by Aronova, wide eyes taking in the snowy scenery. He purred loudly. -# I'm just being silly here, feel free to use this area!

In the background of this area one could see a large purple tiefling woman snowboarding down the mountain on what looked like a crude wooden shield. Why? Because her dumbass cat looked like he really wanted to do this. [Athletics: 24] Aronova effortlessly avoided any obstacles, making her way up and down the mountain over and over again in record time.

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Pim { Tav: Olifyr }

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Clara - Tav: Mim / Anareya

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Steffi 🍄 [Tavs:Mushroom Mob]

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Jackie (Tav: Meadhbh 🌿)

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Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)

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Pim { Tav: Olifyr }

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Clara - Tav: Mim / Anareya

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Steffi 🍄 [Tavs:Mushroom Mob]

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The most difficult slope at the resort. Experienced skiers and snowboarders only. Descend at your own risk. Checks of 20 for success. Choose athletics or dexterity.