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Aalvera: HP = 46, PP = 67, EP = 51, Status = You thought there was going to be a dumb status message here but it was me, DIO.
Aalvera's life had been pretty standard, all things considered. Oh sure, there had been that whole 'demonic conception ritual' business that had led to his mother carrying him in her womb, but night elves summoning demons to partake in ritualistic displays of hedonism and debauchery was far from unheard of in the Amazonian jungles. And yes, he had managed to be a multifaceted disappointment to her by turning out to be cowardly and physically weak and not at all a demonic paragon of strength who would lead the charge to champion their cult's cause, but some of her vocal displeasure might've just been from the stress of being a single mother since the demon, being a member of a race of notoriously irresponsible parents, had disappeared moments after conception. There had been the magic too, of course that couldn't be ignored. And the soul-eating, the early bonding with a witch-in-training, the cross-dressing.... But still, what really counted as 'normal' in a jungle where giant spiders occasionally erupted from the ground in order to drag a unwitting raptor into their lair?
It was all the more the pity that even what level of normalcy he had was taken from him by his father's curse. It had been a simple cantrip--simple, at least, for a demon lord. The sinister spell had been cast on him while he was still in his mother's womb and set to go off as soon as he was of an age to travel. Its workings were straightforward, the curse had even been so polite as to clearly explain itself to him in magical writing the moment it had activated: it was going to take the most important thing in his life from him, whatever that might be, by any means necessary, and if he ever wanted it back then he had to go and meet his father in the flesh. Moments later it made good on that threat. Nara, his witch partner, was soon in a coma and no amount of magic that he or others in the tribe could produce would help. The only thing left for him to do was to decide just how important she was to him really.
It turned out that she was at least important enough to him to cause him to go traipsing off into the murder-jungle looking for his demon lord of a father. She probably would've been really flattered if she hadn't been in a coma on account of his fondness for her. But while guts and an overall willingness to risk life and limb for Nara would take him part of the way toward her eventual salvation, it would become obvious shortly into his journey that he was going to need a plan if he was going to succeed. And he was going to need to mark 'finding his father' as chief among the objectives in the plan, because the curse message had been woefully vague on that point. It had mentioned a castle in a region known as The Garden of Repose in the southern Pfthirian Jungle sure, but that encompassed hundreds of miles and was a massive amount of land for a lone traveler to cover. If he wandered around without any better lead than that then he'd end up being the one in need of rescue.
So for his first stop he had been directed by map, advice, and common sense, to a village called Kurabay, located on the edge of The Garden of Repose. After some time traveling he found himself on the northern outskirts of Kurabay. A muddy dirt trail led through a collection of several dozen visible stilt houses built with wood plank walls and thatched roofs built in all directions around a X-shaped crossroad that split off in the four cardinal directions. The village was large by Pfthirian Jungle standards, with some hustle and bustle in the form of a group of human, elven, and night elven women carrying jugs of water through the 'streets' from the east even as a few hunters of a similar mix brought in their prey from the west, all while various craftspeople worked at benches located in the shade underneath their homes. The village even had a general store, a larger building complete with a sign that simply read 'Store,' not too many strides from Aalvera. Other landmarks included a medicine hut, also complete with its own sign, near the center of the village and a large unmarked building next to that. Aalvera would be free to approach whoever he pleased or visit any building he might have an interest in.
Or, if he preferred, he would also be free to continue on directly into The Garden of Repose in the south and try some other plan. He knew from his own tribe that there was another village of night elf faithful just a few hours' journey to the southeast of Kurabay, which might have some useful information.
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