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Welcome to the adventures of the Midas Realm, magic, elves, dragons, untold riches. Shivan was an elf looking for adventure, but there was always an untold rule everyone followed, you need a companion. Shivan needs one or more fellow adventurers to join her!

Shivan sat at camp. It was snowing and she had just left the safe haven for Snow Elves. She had sent up a sigil stone, signalling to any adventurers that an ally was requested. She stirred the fire. The cold didn't bother her, she knew a lot of people who would hunt nude so they would be completely hidden. Snow Elves blended into the snow a lot easier with their white hair and light blue skin. She had done it herself a few times. It just felt to... open to her. The tent that could hold at least four people was set up, and she sat outside of it. She might have to stand up if someone approaches, the snow falling and the snow already on the ground would make it hard for her to be seen.

"D-Damn.." Was all that could be heard from the strange man before he was set off with a final blow. Disappearing within the sky of pure white. Those glowing blue eye's widening. "W-What power!" And then that was it. As Shivan inspected the area, waiting for someone.. Anyone to answer her call. Like a meteor from the sky, he dropped and landed right on her camp, destroying the very tent she had set up.. Snow covered the unconscious figure. He was clearly knocked out from such an impact but amazingly; was not dead.
Upon further inspection, the figure was tall and lean with skin of pure Ivory. Hair a long dark brown and dressed in black suit-like robes that held to his figure tightly. Other than that, the only distinguishable fact about the man was his arms, right to his hands were cut up in small cuts... Looked inactive.

Shivan stood up, her sword in hand. She studied him for a moment. She was angry about the tent, but curious about what happened all the same. What happened? Where was he from? ...How was he alive? She slowly walked over, shaking his shoulder. "Hey... You alive?"

Snow was everywhere, and it was too cold for her liking. This, she told herself, is just about where she'd draw the line regarding weather. Aerysis felt it even under the 2 coats, two shirts and tanktop as well as the fat mittens, double pants, and double socks she had made sure to put on. After all, you can always take things off if you needed to. As an extra cushion, she had made sure to pack a blanket and some more clothes, which left her just enough room to cram her other necessities. She was trudging casually through the by now familiar surface of snow when she saw something... no, it looked like a someone falling from the sky amid the white flakes. Her back tingled, itching to tap into Sol's power, but a rational thought reminded her that even at top speed it would be too late. And she really should save the power for more dire times, because such times happened frequently when she was travelling alone. She decided to run to the person, just in case it survived somehow or whatnot. It seemed the right thing to do, anyway. As she turned a corner, she saw that another person was already there. A snow elf. Still running towards what seemed like a small, one-man camp site, she saw the elf bending over and reached the site to watch the elf from behind as she shook the shoulder of the person on the ground.
"Maybe you should check his pulse..." She couldn't help saying.

"I... tried that.... He's alive but... His arm is all scratched up." She replied. "Can you see what's wrong with him?" She asked, standing up. "I was never the best at medical stuff.."

"Umm, well, I- I don't claim to know much about medicine myself... let's see though."
She checked his pulse, unnecessarily- he really was alive. Now that she thought about it, from the height that she saw, it must have been a lucky fall. Anyway, landing on the tent didn't seem to do good to his back. She noted a small dark stain on the guy's already dark clothing- lower back area, which leaked a strong scarlet color into the snow, and she guessed the internal damage would be way worse.

"Some broken skin and... at least two broken ribs, as far as I can tell you." she reported. "If I had that luck, maybe I'd let myself fall out of the sky more often." she said jokingly, looking up at the cloudy sky which did not appear to have any more people to drop on them nor a hint as to where the guy at her feet may have come from.