Vyle followed Zephyr and burst into the tent "Ana!" he yelled, and just stood there dumbfounded for a moment. Then he moved closer to her "Ana, it's okay, I'm here" he approached her with hesitation, not sure what to do, or what the state of their relationship was. Eventually he decided to just hug her "I'm so glad you survived" he stated with sincerity as he released her.
Big Game Hunting "Indeed Aedan" Sanderson nodded to his young friend "And Panola, I've visited before and they were very good sports then. Hopefully this drake incident hasn't changed their outlook! Although I reckon they will be happy to see any friendly faces at trying times like these" Sanderson turned and smiled at Lyra as she finally caught up with them "Apologies lass, this morning was rather eventful, I must have lost track of you!" Sanderson seemed sincerely sorry, and mentally cursed himself for leaving her behind "They seem to be doing well, although we're all a bit tired after hiking all this way, isn't that right chaps?" he chuckled "Onwards we go! Hopefully there's a warm fire in town" As chance would have it, there was indeed a warm fire in Fordington. But perhaps it wasn't quite what they were looking for. The "warm glow" they had spotted from afar, appeared to be a quarter of the town which was currently on fire. "...Oh" Sanderson said, shocked. There appeared to be no risk of the fire spreading, as the town was split into districts by wide roads, and there was no saving the district currently on fire. Outside the town, there were camps of tents and quickly constructed abodes, campfires dotted among them. From a cursory inspection, it was obvious that out of the four districts of the large town, only one was intact and habitated. This one had a squat fortress within and seemed to be the main wealthy quarter of the town, there were guards surrounding it, striding along the wide roads that separated from the dark, ruined, and uninhabited areas. It seemed as though the population of the other districts had been cramped into this one small district, or thrown out of the walls to set up camp in the fields surrounding the city. From within the ruined districts come the shrieks and calls of Drakes, unmistakably drakes. An important looking man walks among the guard outside the inhabited district, looking worried and commanding the guards. "This situation is more dire than I expected" Darklight Disturbance "Yes yes, let's go in" Shyra muttered, gesturing and walking into the cave "Nobody needs to see that" Shyra stated with a harrumph and crossed arms as she suddenly appeared in the cave "This isn't a date, this is an expedition" she explained. But she was truly glad to see the two of them alive, despite her demeanor. She was about to say some more when she was rudely interrupted by Lord Arval "My lord! You are injured!" he rushed forward "I shall slay whoever did this to you!" Rayyad braced himself as Conrad took the gemstone, holding his arms over his head and crouching. But all that happened was that the door they came in on, and another door on the opposite end of the room, closed slowly, with a grinding noise. "......Uh...Crisis averted, I don't think anything dangerous happened" he stated. But the gem in Conrad's hand was glowing brighter than before, enough for them to see the surroundings with. The room had four doors, one they'd come through, two on the sides, and the one on the opposite side. "Hmm, okay... nothing strange happening so far" Mists of Fogwarden DM Message Badun hit the fleeing wolf and it fell to the ground
Wolf Battle of Fogwarden 7 Level 1 enemies Total Exp: 140 Exp overall Split among 4 35 Exp each Most Damage Dealt: Kevin. +20 Exp 2nd Most damage dealt: Anthea. +10 Exp Most Damage Tanked: Baldomar. +10 Exp Best Support: Artie. +10 Exp KO on Scrawny Wolf #1: Kevin. +5 Exp KO on Scrawny Wolf #3: Anthea. +5 Exp Totals: Baldomar: 45 Exp Artie: 45 Exp Anthea: 50 Exp Kevin: 60 Exp Mission Leaders get total of average Exp: Aston: 50 Exp Kellan: 50 Exp
"Ah, you could have been so great" Solomon sat next to the dead body "What a vision you had! But your tragic flaw was your overconfidence" he patted the body on the back "Ah well. Now you're mine" he stroked his hand lightly over the body, drawing forth a dark essence that coalesced and was drawn into the locket under his robes. Patting the corpse on the head condescendingly, he hopped off the church steeple and dived straight into the portal below. The army were gathered motionlessly on the meadow, far south of Oxenfurt. Solomon had summoned a portal for them earlier. They didn't require rest, or food, or water. They were husks, puppets under the control of Solomon. He skipped out of the portal into the army, and every soldier stood at attention suddenly "Thank you, thank you" he bowed. Pausing for a moment, he smiled and raised a hand. The undead horde suddenly applauded. Bringing down his arm they immediately stopped. "Heehee, I'm enjoying this" he suddenly turned around and clenched his fist at a revenant, who spontaneously disintegrated "BUT IT'S NOT ENOUGH" he hissed with fury. Regaining his composure, he looked towards a village that was a short distance away "Time to have some fun" Vyle turned sharply as Derrick entered "I'm going to check the nearby refugee camp. I would advise you to come along as well, you and your friends need some rest and..." he looked around the room with disgust "... and this is not suitable" Vyle jumped out of the window suddenly and transformed into a bat to fly away. He arrived at the camp stealthily and had a look around. There were dopplers and townspeople everywhere, survivors of the battle. Vyle noticed the mage who had been shackled, and the doppler he'd seen earlier. He approached them, seeing as the mage was the last person he'd seen with Ana "Excuse me, mage, could you tell me where Ana is?" he stated politely, but with desperation.
Nick traced a rune of speed on himself to keep up with Alarick. Eventually they arrived at the scene of the crime. "By the angel" he muttered under his breath as he saw the carnage. Bending over, nick felt like he was going to be sick. The smell alone filled his nostrils with the pungent sickening odour of blood and bile mixed with the acrid scent of the paint. Not to mention just the sight of it. After a few seconds, Nick regained his composure and stood up. He stepped away for a moment and took some deep breaths of fresh air, before returning "Right... business face" he said solemnly, putting on a serious expression. Something caught his eye "Look. Alarick, Blondie, someone's been walking through the paint" he pointed to the edge of the crime scene, were colourful footprints led away from the scene, there were also some paint pawprints "The other werewolves ran away clearly, and these footprints must be Masque's. The video shows him standing in the paint. If we follow these, it could lead use straight to him" Nick analysed the sitatuation, but then glanced at the bodies "Or... it could be a trap. Just like this was for those wolves..." All of a sudden Roxxanne's phone blared to life, static noises started coming from it and the screen turned bright pink. An orange eye appeared on the screen, strange indecipherable voices were emitted from it, and then suddenly before the three nephilim, He appeared. "Apologies, Miss Slane, but yours was the only phone I could access. Miss Lightwood's phone is broken to pieces and Mr Cook's is an antique" He stated. He looked so comfortable in this situation, despite being so out of place. He was a short distance from the shadowhunters, far enough away that he would be able to do something if they tried to attack him "Now, I usually don't like working with nephilim, to be frank, but this is a special case. Grayson Keller must be eliminated, and I feel as though you would be useful allies to this cause" he stated to the group. He was lying, Augur could quite easily take out the werewolf on their own. But part of politics was making connections, and if he wanted to become the supreme ruler of the magic races in New York City, he had to get these nephilim on his side. After all, he didn't hate nephilim, he just didn't like their leadership. Meanwhile, who knows what secret siinister plans Masque is concocting?... Masque was painting a lovely delicate picture of a forest landscape. The image was exquisitely detailed. from the smallest flower to the largest trunk. Suddenly he looked at the time and sighed with frustration. It was time for work. He carefully put down the brush and put away the palette. He would finish the beautiful image when he got back. Taking one last glance at the canvas he smiled. It was not a realistic painting, everything was exaggerated beyond realism and none of the colours were correct. Masque found a calm in surrealism, the world was not enough. "Welcome to Starbucks. How can I help?" This job is so mundane, so tedious. He performed hsi job almost in the background of his mind. Every interaction with a customer was the same, he asked questioned, they got answered, he was barely even paying attention "A man needs a name" he told the customer further into their conversation. Once he was dealt with, Masque leanded on the counter with a pondering expression. This was montony, but tedium had to exist to be broken. That was all his art was, a break in the monotony. The quotidian existed so surrealism could follow. Discord could not exist without concord. All Masque favourite artists thought the same; Picasso, Escher, Dali... the list went on. And yet, people were so offended by his works. Why?
BASIC INFO NAME: Doctor Walter Beowulf Saturday NICKNAME(S): Saturday, The Man Who Saw the Truth AGE: 30 HEIGHT: “6 '6 WEIGHT: 160 lbs / 72 kg GENDER: Male RACE: Spyrix User APPEARANCE: Spoiler: See, I can draw too Spoiler: Outfits WEAPON(S): A cane PERSONALITY LIKES: Scarves, doing science, pasta, smart clothes, being in peaceful environments, tricking people into deals they later come to regret, confusing people, limousines. DISLIKES: Fast food, the younger generation, situations getting out of hand, going outside. FLAWS: Incredibly weak, clumsy, often overconfident, antisocial. FEARS: Agoraphobia, incredibly anxious about large crowds or outside spaces. QUIRKS: Genuinely insane, but bad at showing it. HOBBIES: Reading, Writing, Finding out the true nature of the world, Shopping, Watching movies. ABILITIES SPYRIX POWER: Manipulation of Space ABILITIES: HYPERSPACE: Saturday manipulated the fabric of space itself, allowing him to teleport himself, or someone else, anywhere close by. NETWORK: Saturday can sense people nearby, this is less effective with more people as he can't distinguish between them easily. QUANTUM: Saturday has his own little pocket dimension that he and others can stay in for limited amounts of time. He can open gateways to this dimension. BEND SPACE: Saturday can distort reality and bend space itself, to an extent. This can involve shifting gravity, creating holes in solid surfaces, and generally making everything look trippy. BACKSTORY Doctor Walter Beowulf was a successful physicist and was heavily involved in the Spyrix experiments. In fact, he wanted to go further than the other scientists were prepared to go and delved into morally questionable experimentation, all in the name of science. He believed the gene could contain the secrets of the universe. One process involved a very potent spyrix gene and very few test subjects survived testing, those who did went mad and their powers could not be distinguished. To fund his science, Walter had reached out to some shady organisations since other scientists thought his experiments unethical and abhorrant. When he was not able to return his end of the bargain, the organisations sent thugs to destroy his lab. He was kidnapped, and the gene he'd been working on was used on him. The results were... interesting. Walter was able to look into the very fabric of space and time, all secrets were unravelled to him, and it drove him insane. After a short amount of time, which seemed eternity to him, this knowledge was suddenly cut off from him and he was returned to reality. He had gained powers of control over space itself and used this to escape. Walter then became the persona “Doctor Saturday” and started running a secret underground lab to try and recreate his epiphany and uncover the secrets of the universe.
Vyle watched with a grim expression as Bryce was impaled. A merciful death was the best he could offer this man. Swiftly, he flew down to the inn to find Ana "Hey, sorry I left you alone..." Suddenly, he noticed... nobody was here. Well maybe they'd just hidden somewhere away from the mob... hopefully. He looked around inn with his superhuman perception... nowhere to be seen. There was however, blood on the ground... not Ana's... the shackled mage? There were signs of a struggled evident, Vyle clenched his fists. This was his fault, they'd probably been kidnapped again. Flying out rapidly he scoured the land. Where could they have gone? Who could help him? There was a camp nearby for the injured, he would start there.
Warning: If you found Masque's other murders bad, this one's worse. Spoiler The wolves howls echoed across the city, Masque could hear them prowling close. He sat on a rooftop, with several gallons of paint in cans beside him. His mask today was a face contorted into an exaggerated expression of manic hysteria. The mouth of the mask was open wide, revealing his own grotesque, lipless mouth. A forked tongue snaked between those nonexistant lips and tasted the air. They were getting close. Grinning, he revealed rows of razor teeth. "And the show begins" in a swift movement he dropped down from the roof and landed next to a human who'd been walking along the alleyway "Did nobody tell you? It's dangerous to wander around dark alleyways" he stated grinning dangerously "Please! Don't hurt me!" the man stumbled back, legs shaking, already reaching for his wallet. Masque leaned against the wall and chuckled "I guess my halloween costume works!" he laughed "I'm not actually going to hurt you, sorry, I just wanted to scare you" "Oh... huh..." the man had relaxed slightly now, but still looked at Masque suspiciously "It's a good... uh... costume" "Thanks! I put a lot of effort into it! See here, this knife looks really real" He pulled out his knife, it glinted in the moonlight. The man stumlbed back again "Don't worry, it's not real!" "Uh... Halloween isn't for a while" "Yeah, it'll be a shame if I outgrow the costume before I get the chance to wear it, right?" he stated casually. The man was completely uninteresting. "Heh... yeah" "I know it's hard to see in this darkness, but come closer, have a look at this stitching" he walked closer to the man, who reluctantly moved forward "See here? Look closer" He stabbed the man in the eye. As the man shrieked and writhed in pain, he kicked his legs out from behind him and stomped him into the ground. Howls, and snarls, could be heard. Perfect timing. Without any further ado, Masque clambered up the side of the building and sat where he had been before. It didn't take long for a few werewolves to come into the alley, drawn by the blood. If Masque kept up to date on current affairs, he would have guessed they belonged to Grayson Keller's pack. Shortly, they began surrounding the man, who whimpered in misery. He had no idea what was happening to him, he had no idea he was about to become food for both werewolves, and Masque's insatiable creativity. The first werewolf struck, burying its teeth into the man's arm. Blood sprayed, everywhere, and Masque gestured extravagantly in co-ordination with the splashes of blood. As more and more werewolves fed, the man's screams died out and, with his last few breaths, coughed up blood. Masque looked at his watch. Right on time. Perfect. Standing up on his perch, Masque suddenly turned on the light on the roof, a spotlight that illuminated the scene below. Lights. He clicked a button on a remote control, various cameras placed around the alley began to record. Camera. Most of the werewolves below were too busy feeding to pay attention. Masque placed his foot on one of the open paint cans, filled with bright purple liquid. For his last works, he'd used a muse. Today he was starting on a blank canvas "Action" he kicked it. As the paint spilled down onto his canvas, he was already spinning, dancing his way to the next can, One by one he kicked the cans down into the alley, dancing and gesturing as a conductor as he did so. Now the werewolves' bestial minds were suspecting something, as they were covered in red, purple, pink, orange, magenta, maroon, ochre. But they did not back down, even as their fur was matted with colour. They snarled upwards towards the roof, determined to kill whoever had interrupted their feast. Another spotlight activated, and silhouetted Masque. Those dreaded horns creating a striking shadow upon the rooftop. Masque jumped and did a front flip in the air, as he landed on his previous victim with grace. A wolf snarled and jumped towards him. Foolish. The wolf's paws slipped in the paint. "Stupid, Clumsy" he critiqued, as he vaulted over the wolf and, twisting around in the air, stabbed the wolf's back. He pulled out his pistol. Silver bullets. As the wolf turned to growl at Masque, he found himself looking down the barrel of a gun. Masque smiled madly, and shot the wolf right between the eyes. Another wolf fell to his gun, the others fled, and now Masque kneeled in his creation. A cacophany of paint coated the alleyway, the paint near his victims mixing with blood, creating a sickly sculpture. The carnage of the half-eaten human, the wolf bodies sprawled around the alley. It was beautiful. It didn't need an explanation, it would reveal itself to all who looked upon it with an appraising eye. Clicking the remote again, Masque stopped the cameras, with one last sinister look towards them. When Masque arrived at home, a small apartment he rented, he changed clothes immediately. A red T-Shirt and Jeans looked far more appropriate than his blood and paint spattered robes. He also changed masks to one a bit more subtle. He would have to go down to the laundry area of the building and wash his robes, but it wasn't too much of a problem as long as he kept up a glamour. He groaned as he realised he would have to go to work sooner or later. He worked in a Starbucks, he hated the coffee, and dealing with customers, but he needed the money to fund his art. Selling his painting and drawings didn't earn him enough anymore.
Galadorn grinned lopsidedly and placed his hands on Kala's shoulders from behind "It's an ancient Centaur secret, the power of the tea" he murmured jokingly "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you" he chuckled. For a moment the smile lingered, before it was replaced by a vaguely worried expression "...did you get the nightmares again?" he asked softly, his voice a caress. He leaned down slightly and hugged her from behind, his own head resting on her shoulder and looking into her adorable eyes.
Eventually, Anthem and Reqiuem, with Veera in tow, arrived at the tower. Reqiuem sat down inside and tended to his injuries gently, while Anthem, making sure his friend was alright, continued inwards. "Good day to you too, Jayce" Ashleigh responded, internally scowling but remaining expressionless on the outside "I actually have very little to answer for, I'm not the one who let the murderer of our brethren go right home, along with her friends" Asleigh didn't turn to look at Jayce, simply staring through the window. "This is... I'm sorry I've forgotten your name... she wants to talk to you about peace. I'm not optimistic about the results. Now if you'll excuse me" Ashleigh briskly walked away. Once she was absolutely sure she was alone in the ship her expression turned to anger. She smashed a fist into the wall in anger, and breathed heavily. A moment later she had regained her composure. Once his vision had recovered, Ran gasped as he saw what he'd done. For a moment he just stood with his mouth open, then he suddenly shook his head and licked his lips, trying to discover a way out "You sure?" he asked "You can't have kept track of all the random chicks you've been with, right? I mean, I haven't" he tapped his feet nervously, aware of the horrific situation he was in. Xanatos Reaver, he was sure of it. He'd seen pictures of the legend. "I'm your illegitimate son. Ransak Reaver" he attempted a brisk bow and waved his hands vaguely, the gesture could have been interpreted as anything "Hey dad. Can you help me get out of this ship? Safely. Please" "Greetings, Varraki" Timothy nodded his head "I am called Timothy Chesterton. This is Ms Kala" Even though this was a desperate situation, he couldn't forget his manners "Lead the way, my good man"
A sweet melody of birdsong twittered through the air, reaching Galadorn's ears through the window. He opened his eyes drowsily and squinted into the golden rays of sunlight that filtered through the leaves and through the window, casting a dappled shadow on Galadorn's chestnut flank. He stretched his four legs and two arms, yawning widely, and hauled himself off the makeshift bed. Running a hand through his wild, green hair, he trotted over to the kitchen, tiptoeing past Kala's bed as to not waken her. In the kitchen he made two cups of tea silently, and walked back, steaming mugs in his hands. "Hey..." Galadorn murmured to her sleeping form, a kindly smile on his face "Hey Kala. Get up sleepyhead, we've got to go guard Queen Amber today" he shook her lightly. "I made you tea"
Nick gasped as Alarick attacked him, he tried to object and tell the man why he was here, but his throat was constricted in Alarick's tight grip. In that iron grip he only managed to gasp a few words "So... you... like it rough?" When Nick was finally dropped he took a few gasping breaths to try and tell him what mattered, but was rudely interrupted by a fairy. "No, Alarick" he tried to draw the nephilim's attention "Brianne wants to talk to you, like, right now. It's something important, she looks serious. Like, even more than usual" standing up again he approached the seelie "Hey, King Arthur, look could you just wait there a moment. We'll be right back" he stated, trying to close the door on him. Getting strangled didn't make his mood any better.
Darklight Disturbance Darklight Caverns, Arak'Un: "Great! Let's go then" Rayyad placed both gems in the remaining sockets, and there was a deep rumbling sound. The wall rose up into the ceiling, revealing a dark tunnel beyond. Rayyad took a few steps in, his glaive held out in front defensively "It's terribly dark in here..." suddenly he jumped, startled, before relaxing again "Sorry, it's just a statue, I... heh... thought it was something dangerous" DM Message The cave you've just entered is really dark. You are in a small area of light, you can just about see grotesque statues around the cave. The light is coming from a particular statue with a faintly glowing red gem in one hand. The Westwood, Ashten Village: Shyra blinked. A spider man on a giant spider? Well it would make sense considering they'd fought giant spiders before. This was still absurd "Dastardly! It must be the assassin!" Lord Galaharram interrupted "Shush now. You two had better get in, we're heading to the caves. I imagine Kara and Lau-Duke Rention..." she quickly corrected herself, rolling her eyes at Arval and motioning for Lumen to play along "...have gone there already. They may be in danger, we'd better get moving" A short carriage ride later... Shyra, Arval Galaharram, Lumen and Alice, stood by the entrance to the caves. It was big and dark, and beyond it lay the network of caves known as the Darklight Caverns. According to legend, constructed by the great Earth Dragon Cthuth for his followers to go through to invade Tyrrus during the Second Dragon War. But that was probably just a myth. Shyra turned to the others "I hope nobody's claustrophobic"[DOUBLEPOST=1456961717][/DOUBLEPOST]Mist of Fogwarden Anthea used Crystallise Scrawny Wolf 2 failed to dodge Crystallise did 13 damage to the Scrawny Wolf 2, it was slowed and made cold Kevin attacked Scrawny Wolf 1 twice with his dagger Scrawny Wolf 1 failed to dodge, twice. Kevin dealt 13 damage with his first attack and 17 with his second Scrawny Wolf 1 is knocked out. Baldomar did some stuff too, but didn't attack so no calculations for me yaaayyyy... Kellan blinked and attacked Big Bad Wolf 02 Big Bad Wolf 02 failed to dodge, Kellan dealt 52 damage Big Bad wolf 02 is knocked out. The effect of Radiant Sword activated, hitting Big Bad Wolf 01 Radiant Sword deals 25 damage to Big Bad Wolf 01 Aston attacked the Alpha Wolf a couple times. The first Arming Sword strike hit and dealt 43 damage Shortsword strike dealt 32 damage Alpha Wolf dodged the third attack. The wolves howled in pain as their brethren were attacked, and struck back in return... Alpha Wolf used Snarl. All wolves deal 10% more damage for the next two turns. Alpha Wolf backed away from Aston by 2 spaces Biggest Baddest Wolf moved up to Aston Biggest Baddest Wolf used Crushing Bite Aston failed to dodge, because he's inherited Kellan's bad dodging. Crushing Bite dealt 19 damage, after armour this was reduced to 16 Biggest Baddest Wolf backed away a bit. Scrawny Wolf 2 moved toward Baldomar Scrawny Wolf 2 clawed at Baldy Baldomar parried the attack. Scrawny Wolf 2 backed away again Scrawny Wolf 3 moved to Baldy Scrawny Wolf 3 tried his luck at clawing Baldomar Baldomar, with the power of RNGesus, parried that attack as well. Seriously, how. Scrawny Wolf 3 backed away, circling around his foes. Big Bad Wolf 01 moved around to attack Kellan Big Bad Wolf 01 used Crushing Bite Kellan successfully dodged. Seriously, his bad luck has gone onto Aston. Big Bad Wolf 01 backed away a bit.
Character Name: Paragon Age: Classified Gender: Classified Race: Classified Appearance: Classified Backstory: Classified Weapons: Classified Magic: Classified Other: Classifed Just kidding Character Name: Paragon "The Puppetmaster" Age: exact age is unknown, probably something around 500 Gender: Male Race: Fairy Appearance: Usually wears formal clothing, never shows his face. For battle wears high-tech armour. Has a pair of shimmering insect-like wings Backstory: Most of Paragon's backstory is unknown, he only became significant when he founded Augur, a shadowy organisation, in the 1860s. Since then Paragon has had a direct hand in almost every major event, from the shadows. Augur is devoted to ridding the world of corruption and revealing the truth, they have been a thorn in every major government's side since they began. They involve themselves in both human and downworlder politics, and are constantly investigating the nephilim who they believe to be corrupt and greedy. Paragon has become almost a holy figure among those who follow Augur, his mantras are repeated over and over by the cult-like organisation. Paragon himself believes himself to the be epitome of all that is just and virtuous in the world. He is also intensely paranoid and has become brilliant at keeping secrets, hence why Augur has remained in the shadows so long. All the secret societies, all the conspiracies, all the shadow organisations, they all come back to Augur. Paragon's end goal is to unite the downworlders in equality and unity, with him as their supreme ruler. He does not believe in democracy, claiming it is too easy for corruption to grow, he believes that groups of people become a soulless unrelatable machine. With unity comes a unified apathy, and progress is never made, it is too easy for groups of people to argue and never come to a decision. His ideal vision of how the world should be ruled is by a single person, as a dictator can make changes at a whim, and has the morality that a committee can not. And who better to rule the world, than himself? Part of Paragon's mission is making himself into the perfect ruler and training himself for ultimate leadership, thus he likes to deal with problems personally. Weapons: Usually carries a pistol. When in battle wields dual pistols. Magic: Interference: Paragon can hack into all but the most secure electronics, and alter them. Deceit: Paragon Manipulates the very mind of an individual, altering or even removing memories. Truth: Shines a bright light on the area, removes any and all illusions or glamours. Wavelength: Paragon can travel through wifi/radio signals Haven't come up with the last one yet. Other: Isn't part of the Seelie court
Dead bodies. Dead bodies everywhere. Corpses, cadavers, so many fun words for dead bodies. It was peaceful, in a way. Until a deft pair of feet disrupted that peace as they skipped through the crowds of dead. "one two three, one two three" softly muttered the voice, as the figure waltzed with his partner throughout the city. Following this pair of fancy feet which clambered over the corpses following its own tune, barely disturbing their eternal rest, came a lot more feet. They shuffled along, dragging their pale, bloodless feet. The horde followed Solomon's journey, a shambling mass of reanimated dead. "Was it this way? Are you sure?" Solomon asked his dance partner. He only blinked blankly in reply, but Solomon inhaled with satisfaction and closed his eyes, as if listening to something else. "Ahhh, young witcher, your soul cries with such torment. Music to my ears. You must hear it to, then why don't you dance in time?" Solomon asked with sadness "Let's try again, ready? One two three, one two three... alas, this is futile. You don't have feet. Or legs. Or a body. Let's solve that shall we?" Solomon smiled at the decapitated head of Aaron, who was utterly failing to dance in time. Eventually, they arrived at the not-so-final resting place of Aaron's body. "Found you!" Solomon exclaimed, crudely sticking Aaron's head back onto his body. After a moment, the body sat up, moaning unintelligibly, blood oozing from his neck "Wonderful! My own personal Witcher. Your soul will be a valuable addition! Now, I've grown tired of this battle and I do believe it shall soon end. It's time for a change of scenery... but before we do, I'd like to witness the death of a certain someone" Vyle was about to hiss back a reply to the man... but held back. There was no changing this one. "I pity you" he stated sadly. There was only one way to end this slaughter. Vyle transformed into a bat and, grabbing Bryce by the claws, flapped upwards. Higher and higher he went, until the whole city could be seen beneath them. He hovered a great distance above the burning church, from below he could hear gasps as the battle slowed to watch Bryce. There were shouts, screams. The congregation had gathered, to watch their messiah die. Vyle let go, directly above the church steeple. Willow was surprised by the sudden onslaught, the witcher was giving it everything she had. But Willow had a lot too, and responded with similar power. She could not match the witcher's strength, but Willow possessed incredible agilty, and was mostly able to dodge or parry the attacks aimed her direction. She was certain of her victory, when suddenly she noticed one of her allies disobeying. She growled, either the culprit was a traitor or this was witcher trickery. She didn't want to risk it. Deftly slipping over the doppler at fault she swung her blade and chopped the man's head clean off. She turned back to the witchers. In that alley she would fight until she could no longer, for the dopplers, for a promise of a better tomorrow, for... for... Something caught her eyes. So caught up in the battle, she had been, that she hadn't noticed the vampire carrying their saviour into the sky, and now her expression fell as she watched him fall. She shrieked in sorrow, and recieved a cut from the witcher's blade while occupied. No. This could not be. They had to continue to fight. But it was hopeless, she knew. Her allies were in similar states of shock and the morale for battle had dropped to a low. Hissing at the witchers, she ran away. Unwanted tears streamed down her face as she transformed back into her regular form and hid, sprinting down alleyways in a desperate search for escape. The battle was over. But who had really won? "Sometimes there is nothing we can do to prevent people getting hurt. But we try" he hesitated, before lightly patting her head "Now, I must ask you to stay in the chambers of the palace today, it's dangerous out there" he lied, really he just didn't want Annabelle to see what he was going to do to the dopplers and witch hunters that Kyle managed to gather. He left the room abruptly, and began to make his way to the battlements.
Nick was leaning against the wall thinking, about various things. Mostly Alarick. Nick blushed as he admitted that to himself. The man was very handsome, and excelled at combat as shown by his duel with the girls. The only problem was his apparent coldness, but maybe that was just for formal situations. Nick liked to imagine he could unveil the man beneath, then shook his head. He didn't even know if Alarick liked him that way. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by Brianne "Wait, wha?" Nick was confused for a moment, but quickly shook it off, returning to business mode "right" he acknowledged her order and sprinted after Alarick. He found Alarick about to leave and grabbed the man's arm "Hey!-" before he could continue, the voice began... All over the city, things were happening. All over the city, surveillance silently watched. And watching the surveillance was Them. They were always watching. Once again, He had not had a good night's sleep. But He didn't need it, not really. He sipped his coffee, and rewatched the CCTV tape. Three vampires, assaulting a nephilim. The nephilim, as He expected, taking them all down. The backlash from the theft of the Mortal Cup was severe, if the culprit had wanted to cause unorganised chaos then they had achieved their goal. He despised them. All they had done was cause dissent among the downworlders, this would only result in the races becoming even more downtrodden. The culprit had no place in His perfect world. But if He succeeded, then this whole business wouldn't matter anyway. "Black Rook. Collect the bodies, bring them to Doctor Bishop. Leave no traces" He murmured into a microphone "Yes sir" Came the obedient response. He sat back, watching the monitors that surrounded the room. Time for the Paragon to rise. He leaned into the microphone. If one were in the same room they'd be able to see a smile briefly cross the man's lips before he spoke, illuminated dimly by the light of the screens. "A petty attempt at melodrama from a man with a bigger ego than his IQ" His voice boomed over the city, but only audible to downworlders and nephilim. Whereas the last announcement had been distorted and low, this one was personable and carried a faint air of humour "The Mortal Cup is dangerous for everyone when in the wrong hands, and I can guarantee without a doubt that it currently is in those hands. I call out to Downworlders and Nephilim alike; Your actions over the next few weeks will be monitored. You will be judged" He paused for effect. "Your destiny does not lie in the filthy hands of this thief, but neither does it lie in the corrupt City of Glass. We will be watching, as we always have"
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Darkweaver Battle Two level 2 enemies Total Exp: 120 Split among 2 60 Exp each Most damage dealt: Kara. +10 Exp Most damage tanked: Laurentinus. +10 Exp KO on Darkweaver 2: Kara. +5 Exp Darkweaver 1 Fled. -5 Exp Totals: Laurentinus: 65 Exp Kara: 70 Exp Laurentinus and Kara level up!
The Mists of Fogwarden Here. Have a battle. There are a bunch of wolves. (by the way, the green spaces are like bushes and stuff, they count as difficult terrain, it costs 2 AP to cross them instead of the usual 1) Darklight Disturbance The Westwood: Ashten Village After getting George to get the carriage again, they began to set off, with Lord Arval Galaharram accompanying them. Mostly because it was difficult to get rid of him. As they rolled through the village, Shyra kept a look out for her recruits, as much as she'd love to leave some of them behind, she couldn't. "There's Lumen" she pointed out to George, and he slowed the carriage by the young man in response. Shyra opened the door and leaned out slightly "Lumen, get in, we're heading to the caves early. Do you know where the others are?" Darklight Caverns: Cave entrance Kara Blinked to Darkweaver 2 Kara attacked twice. Darkweaver 2 failed to dodge both Kara dealt 25 with her first hit, and 34 with her second... by the five realms Darkweaver 2 is KO'd The first spider watched with horror as his friend was knocked to the ground, bleeding black blood. "Nooo, NOOO!" it hissed "Tressspasssersss!" It began to scuttle down the cave as fast as its legs could carry it, it needed to warn the Webber Prince. Darklight Caverns: The Mines Conrad notices that the statue has a slot for something to go in, shaped just like the red jewel they found lying in the floor by it. It is reasonable to assume the gem fell off the statue. There doesn't seem to be any lock mechanism for the case, though it is sealed tightly shut. "Great! That's both of them! Though I do wonder what's in the case" he held the gem with an intrigued expression "Knowing the ancients, probably nothing good. But you never know, after all, it's not like they were entirely evil. I'm a great believer that deceit can be good, like surprise parties! I've, uh, heard those are fun... never actually had one though..." Rayyad realised he was rambling "When you're ready, we can go beyond this door. I should warn you, once we go past we're in the realm of Azjol, champion of deceit. Side effects may include mild cases of hallucination, hearing strange voices, and encountering an annoying amount of puzzles"
Vyle glared intensely at the man "That's it? Lives are so cheap to you? Do you not understand the value of a life?!" he hissed. He decided to ignore the man's comments about Ana, it wasn't worth it "The only afterlife you're going to will be hell. LOOK!" Vyle grabbed the man again and jumped up to the roof, he held him up high and made him look out over the city. It was burning, it was full of conflict, dead bodies littered the streets, the river ran red with blood "Look at what you've done! Is this what you wanted? You may have killed some humans, as you wanted, but so many of your own troops have been slaughtered by the witchers and the undead. You may have taken the city, but there aren't enough of you left to hold it. And look over here" Vyle leaped to another roof, still holding Bryce "See down there? Groups of dopplers who wanted nothing to do with this battle, you've forced their friend and family into war, you've stripped them of their homes! Is this what you wanted for your own kind? You haven't brought them revenge, you've brought them doom!" Willow dodged to the side, avoiding the slice from the witcher's sword and her subsequent blast of fire. "Cut one of us down, two more arise" she stated, slashing at the witcher with her dual blades. The witcher was good, she matched her strike for strike, the clang and clash of blades rang around the alley. Willow parried every strike the witcher attempted to hit her with, and dodged the blasts of igni. Were it one versus one combat, Willow was not confident she could win. But this was not fair combat, other figures wearing the guise of Bryce surrounded her and supported her. If the other witchers did not assist her in this battle, Willow would surely overpower her.
