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Troia felt the adrenaline course through her heart and lungs as she, Pantalaimon, and their small group of xyns ran as fast as they could to the forest that the Scout directed them to. Already Troia could smell the acrid scent of smoke- both corrupted, and magical- wafting from the trees. Troia was the first to dart in, followed my Pantalaimon, the Scout, and everyone else keeping up behind. It didn’t take long for ...

The battle raged on, with both corrupted and uncorrupted xyns fighting tooth and claw for their survival. Troia slashed down on the corrupted moxyn’s face, and it roared in pain- buying her enough time to kick it towards a burly Knight vexyn, who blasted at it with their breath.  Pantalaimon soared together with the other Scouts in the sky, spraying their breath as powerful jets of air towards the Corrupted xyns be...

Troia, Pantalaimon and the rest of their nights rushed out to the East of the settlement of Wingfell, leaving no stone unturned; eventually, they arrived all the way to the border of the. But they saw nothing. The moon rivers were paling and losing the magic, as expected. But they saw neither Corruption Beast nor corrupted Xyn, try as they might; even the Scouts that accompanied them, soaring high above in the air, co...

In the aftermath of the corrupted vexyn’s defeat in Elysium Heights, troia and Pantalaimon, the very next night, reported the news to the Royal Knights, and spoke to Samson.  Samson’s nostrils flared when they explained the news to him. “A Corrupted Vexyn found in Elysium Heights out of all places?! And it’s an unusual, almost never-before seen case of Corruption…? Something’s not right here.”...

I need to save Troia. Even after being dismissed from the infirmary, even after saying their goodbyes to Queen Ryu, Oberon, Hush and Samson, it was the only thing Pantalaimon could think of when they returned to the knights barracks. How is Troia doing? It was the only thing Pantalaimon could think of as accepted their night black scout cloak from a Knight , with a line of newly graduated Scouts, Fighters, Menders and Healers behind them receiving their ...

"Pantalaimon..." They heard a voice call to them. It was especially gentle and soothing; the type of voice a xynlet would want to hear from their parent when they were frightened or in pain. Pantalaimon stirred, exhaling deeply the cool, clean air. Their lungs felt as if they no longer stung from inhaling corruption- but the lingering ache was there, and they coughed. They struggled to open their bleary eyes- what they saw was what they'd never expect. ...

Pantalaimon arrived at Quietphase Lake, with Neeps scurrying far in front of them with both of it's Puffle babies snuggling on their back as they flew just above Neeps.  "Neeps!" Pantalaimon called to it. "Is this where you think my Charms are?" Neeps slowed its scurry to a trot, struggling to lower what little of a neck it had to place it's triangular nose as close as it could to the ground to sniff for the missing Charms....

"TROIA!!! N-"  Pantalaimon and Troia stood in the tunnel of the corrupted Villain's den within the Corrupted Lands, desperately attempting to escape with two corrupted xyns hot on their heels. The both of had made it this far; Pantalaimon refused to leave Troia to be fed to the wolves if they weren't there to help her fight. Troia had thrown a Telestone at them, enchanting it to send them back to Moonreach- -And it succeeded. The telep...

“Neeps! Come here!” Pantalaimon barked, happily, to their Puffle.  Neeps bounded over to their side, and it’s two baby Puffles- Pantalaimon nicknamed the both of them the “Tatties”- trotted over to Neeps, huddling close to it for warmth. Pantalaimon lowered their head and closed their eyes to nuzzle all three of them affectionately, and their faerie halo flitted by the babies as if to welcome them. Baby Puffle fur felt as soft as a nest full of Pwigi down when they prepared ...

  "Troia!" Pantalaimon cried out to the other xyn. Troia turned her head ever so slightly to face them. "What's happening?" she asked, gruffly. Anytime Pantalaimon got like this, it was typically to guilt other xyns into helping with something that was relatively trivial (to her, at least) when they felt like asking alone wasn't enough. They were excellent at conjuring crocodile's tears on the fly, but the emotional manipulation never really worked on her- it was the noise alon...

It was a peaceful evening in the Selune Woods, and the stars shimmered ever so softly against a gentle blue sky.  Pantalaimon laid at the edge of a pool with their Puffle nestling in their soft chest feathers, staring at their own reflection in it's crystal clear water. Their eyes laid half-lidded in contemplation, and their faerie halo flitted just above the surface of the pond to skim it's mirror-like surface with its wings. The faerie's ri...