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[acheron217]

Acheron is walking through the vast forest. He is stagering as he walks. He stumbles every five feet. He is weak and hungery. He has been traveling through the forest for the past week and has been in many battles with bandits and wild creatures. Asfter another mile and a half of walking Acheron just falls to his knees. He screams out. He vocie and works heard clearly. "Damn you forest!. Damn you to the deapths of your roots! I only want to get-" he is cut off by the fact he has fallen face down into the earth. He is now laying in the middle of a forest passed out. His body is ravaged with many cuts and brusies. A small pool of blood forms from a deep wound in his side where he took an arrow from a orc two days earlyer.

[Laughing Man]

Minh followed the blue-black butterfly as it flitted from tree to tree. It stopped and burst outward into a tiny, black, humanoid figure while sitting atop a leaf. The small figure had blue eyes, blue-black wings, and completely black skin. It laughed darkly and licked blood from around it's lips,

"You know you taste more and more like a Fae every time you visit us..." The dark Fae intoned, goading Minh and trying to spook him. Like always, it didn't work. the Harlequin mask, painted with a single, bloody, red tear from the right eye, and a smile around it's lips stared at the fae without emotion. His crimson-orange patterned Harlequin outfit, with a crimson sash arond his waist that held up his twin starknives glowed dully as the sunlight broke through the leaves of the canopy trees. Before Minh responded, he chose his words carefully,

"Perhaps it's simply because there is little left of my original blood. You seem apt to drink it all." responded the Half-elf Harlequin. He raised his arm, a small rose quartz butterfly trinket dangling in the sunlight, and looked at the wound where the fae had fed from him, part of a deal he made in exchange to heal a girl he met a while back in this very forest, as well as heal himself. He wondered where Sylvia had gotten off to.

The fae changed back into a buttefly and fluttered onward,

"Where are we going?" inquired Minh as they rounded a tree. Suddenly Minh stopped, and the Fae-butterfly continued onward without looking back. Minh had stopped because right in the middle of the path lay a dead, or dying for all Minh knew since he was no doctor, man. The ppol of blood didn't look too bad, but Minh had no way of knowing how much blood was lost prior.

Quietly he stalked his way toward the body and knelt next to it, feeling a pulse. It was weak, but there. Minh looked around the forest quickly before taking out the healing balm that he had used to heal himself and the female months back. Or was it years back? He couldn't tell. Time moved differently in the Faery world where he had been in servitude. Years in the Fae world could be days in the real world, and vice versa. it was all dependant on the sithen, or Faery Mounds, themselves. The harlequin set the balm down and tried to wake the man,

"Hello? Are you alive?" he asked quietly at first.

[acheron217]

Acheron heard a faint voice in his head. "Hello. Are you alive?" The voice asked. He groaned quietly. His eyes shoot open when he felt something cold touch his skin. He looks around and sees a man kneeling next to him applying healing balm to his wound in his side. He groans more as the balm starts to burn a little. "What the hell happened to me?" HE said in his head. He looked at the man and said aloud. "Who the hell are you?" He asked. His voice cracking from the burning in his side.

Not wanting to waist anymore energy asking questions he just lays there waiting for an answer to his question. He just plans on answering the other mans questions for now.

[Laughing Man]

Minh nearly jumped back, but stifled his fear. The butterfly-Fae was nowhere in sight now, so Minh shrugged and responded softly,

"You shouldn't talk. I have no idea what happened... That's what I was going to inquire of you." He stood back after applying the balm and pulled out a sack of water,

"Are you thirsty?" he would ask after a short while, allowing the man time to wake up.

[acheron217]

"No, no thank you." he said sitting up on his elbows slightly. "What happened was the wound was an orc arrow. I pulled it out and bandaged it. But after a week of travel that kinda wears on the wounds." he explains to the man. "But if i may know who are you?" he asks.

[Laughing Man]

Minh stood quietly, shrugged, and took a drink of water for himself, keeping his face hdiden by his harlequin mask, which hung onto his face and covered it quite well. He then responded,

"Who I am today not as important as who I am tomorrow, and who I am tomorrow is a reflection of who I was yesterday. And while this is good and all, I beleive the question you were looking for is 'What is your name?'. " He bowed dramatically,

"I am called 'The Harlequin of Desna.'" He responded at last, standing upright and chuckling to himself. He stared at the obvious Elf. Even while trying to aid those who ridiculed him for being a half-elf, he remained scolded. It was then he decided he would not make a friend of this man. But he would not create more enemies. He would simply aid the elf and be on his way.