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(I have decided to do a little post to introduce Aria Volturi to you all and give your characters a chance to interact with her. I will warn you, it's hard to find her good side lol. Anyway, here she is)

She is standing in the shadows, shielding herself from the sunlight as she lowers the hood of the robe that she is wearing from over her head. In one swift movement, she flicks her long, coal black locks out from where they have trapped themselves in the dark material around her, allowing them to hang elegantly over her shoulders. Taking a deep, unnecessary breath, she inhales exaggeratedly and audibly through her nostrils before she speaks.

"Hello beings of the universe. I have been requested to introduce myself so, as the polite, well mannered individual that my father taught me to be, I will do just that. I am Aria Volturi. Any other information I am required to give as an introduction is invalid"

Her nose wrinkles in disgust

"And what is creating that awful stench?"

"A sandwich." ((I'm sorry I had to start it out like an idiot))

(( would like to join this if it's okay.)) " It could be this metal charm I keep miss. I am sorry for it's stench."

(It's fine and you are both welcome to join )

"A sandwich?" She questions with a raised brow before turning to Breaker, "Metal charm?"

He shrugged. "Yep. I always keep a sandwich on my person, just in case. Speaking of, do you have any mayo?"

"What is in that sandwich?" Aria questioned as her nose wrinkled in disgust, "And I do not have any mayo" She sniffed once more, "Though I am almost certain there is some around here somewhere"

“No, it’s left of here,” a voice shouted in the darkness, “I am certain of it!” A loud screech followed soon after, to which the now visible figure replied, “You do remember that your directions are rubbish, just as much as the foul realm of Oblivion from whence you came? Admit it; you're not as great as you think!” Another screech from the raptor-like creature that emerged behind him, as well as a woman-like beast trailing behind in silence. “By Sithis, do you ever stop and think about where you’re going, or do you just guess and follow your nose? I swear, we’ve been going in circles for days on end!”

Aria heard the voice in the darkness and she looked in the direction that the voice came from and watched as the owner of the voice was joined by two other creatures. Instantly her suspicions were roused even further than they were already and she lifted her hood back up over her head and stopped thinking about the mayo and started to walk toward the new beings

“Sometimes, I get the feeling that you’re doing this on purpose,” the Argonian retorted, “a last act of your creator, undoubtedly, to spite me and my travels. At least Azura has the decency to follow the right track. In fact, she might be the navigator if you can’t lead me to anything interesting, for once. I...” his snout flared in sudden surprise, “What is that awful stench,” he cried, “I’ve been to Oblivion and back, but this is worse than the Ashlands of Malacath!”

"It is the most foul of odours isn't it?" Aria questioned, stopping a safe enough distance away from the three but close enough for them to see her more clearly. Or rather what could be seen of her through the long dark robes that were hanging over her. "In all my millennia I have never smelt anything like it"

“I suppose it is, sister,” he grinned, “don’t bother hiding it from me; we are both children of the night, it seems. But what a terrible way to introduce myself; I am Arun-Ja Xercles, Honorary Magister of House Telvanni, Summoner of Oblivion, and Tender of the Hist. These familiars behind me are Dagon and Azura, specifically named for the Daedric Princes they were created by. But I must ask, who are they who lurk behind the shadows, and is that a sandwich?”

Aria's suspicions dropped upon hearing the introduction and she lowered the hood of her robes once more, "I am Aria Volturi, a previous member of the now defunct Volturi Coven and now a lone Nomad travelling these lands. I have not learnt of their names yet but one of them possesses some kind of metal charm. It is indeed a sandwich and apparently mayo is needed"

((Hope you don't mind if I join))

Gideon watched the interactions with little interest. "That's her?" He asked no one. "I...yes I understand but...all right fine." He seemed to be arguing with some one, an argument he lost.

With that the man walked up to Aria and the others she was interacting with, keeping a respectful distance. He bowed, before standing back up and rubbing at the intricate tattoos on his arms. "Greetings. I am Gideon Graves." He stopped, before looking behind him. "What? Wait do I have...fine." He sighed, shaking his head. "Gideon Graves, the Gravedigger, Obsidian Champion and Chosen of Obsidius. At your service." He bowed, lower this time.

Aria looked to the newest addition to the company and narrowed her eyes somewhat suspiciously as she watched him introduce himself to the small group. "You appear to be well mannered" She commented, her suspicion clear in her tones , "Are you going to inform me who you appear to have been conversing with just now?"

Gideon looked at Aria, then back at whoever he was talking to him, now at his left apparently instead of his back. "You can't see him?" He frowned, hand going to his brow in frustration. "Right...he's not really here. I keep forgetting that."

"Right. I'm talking to Obsidious. My master. He isn't really here, just a vision in my head to give his voice a focus. He honestly isn't this..talkative. Normally it is Go here... and do that... sort of thing. As of now he has ordered me to introduce myself to you. As to why I have no idea. Typically I don't interact with other supernaturals. Then again I'm not about to ponder the reasoning behind the decisions made by some eldritch entity."

He shrugged, still rubbing at the intricate black tattoos covering his arms. "So. Here I am, as ordered."

“Is this Obsidious a Daedra, by chance,” the wizened sorcerer asked, “because there are a lot of Daedra who would love my hide on their wall?” Dagon scowled, then shrieked a few times. “Yes, Dagon,” Arun-Ja sighed, “especially Molag Bal. Thanks for reminding me of the one Prince who has it fully out for me personally and who constantly hunts me down despite his multiple failures; the same one who I absolutely know is after me.” He shook his head after that, groaning in frustration.

"I was strangely requested by my father to introduce myself to someone" Aria explained, "He usually does all that he can to keep me hidden, especially after the disbanding of our coven. Apparently, I need protecting" She added the last sentence with a roll of her eyes, "It is quite strange how we have been requested to introduce ourselves without knowing any reason"

Gideon blinked at Arun-ja. "Day-what? I'm sorry I have no idea what a Daedra is. He's...I'm not sure what he is. He claims to be a god, referring to himself as the Jailer. Makes sense given...well that part isn't important."

He turns to look at Aria. "Over protective father then? Sounds like the exact opposite of mine. But maybe your father wanting to protect you has something to do with why Obsidious sent me here now. Or not."

Aria looked to Arun-Ja, "Care to explain what a Daedra is?" She questioned in a tone that was more of a demand than an actual request/question, something that she done frequently and something that it was uncertain whether it was something she done out of habit or perhaps an inherited trait from her father.

Aria returned her attention to Gideon, "My father has been over protective of me all of my life, even before I was turned. It has always been just him and I family wise after my mother died giving birth to me. I have always thought his over protectiveness was a unwillingness to ever let me go - I mean, he even turned me himself because he couldn't bare the thought of me dying after..." She trailed off, getting emotional at the memories before composing herself, "But perhaps there is some connection. It can't merely be a coincidence that we were both requested to do this"