"Relinquish the flame, no danger is near." Vallyn ordered, walking around the camp, out of the light.
Sessamaru ignored the request. "You murdered many, that does not make up what has been done to you. If you did not like the attention, you should've stayed away," He spoke coldly, his green eyes glowing brightly. "No one deserves to die..." He whispered.
He closed the tome, replacing it into his cloak. He shook his head. He arose and walked towards the opposite of the glowball that hovered in the center of refugees. He was hidden by the darkness as he exited the lights limited range. "What to do, what to do... This, I do not know..." He lamented, his voice soft and omniscient, appearing from every direction.
The crystal sword flared with green light, the sakabatou glowed with a soft pink. "Unfortunately, I told you enough... You are to be punished for the deaths of those innocent people,"
Sessamaru shook his head. "The Omnis, the creator of the sword. No sword of the Nine Blacks outperform each other. The blades are only reserved for the Nine... You, surely, are not one of them." He spoke, his knowledge exceeding their's. His long white mane danced like a flame. There was no wind in the room.
"Sadly, you'll be slaves to the Omnis, the All-Powerful. You truly don't seek the consequenses, only the raw power... I pity you," He whispered, his swords flaring. The Forgotten stood there, a gust of wind surrounding him. The albino looked left to right, smiling as he did so.
"The swords are not to be touched, especially by foul hands," Sessamaru said from the darkness, walking into the back. His eyes were shadowed, and in his hands were a crystal sword and a reverse-blade sword. Both of them glowed with a divine radiance. "Never shall I allow you to touch the Black Swords."
Sessamaru shook his head in disbelief as tendrils of green and black slid out of his body, from his shadow. He slowly arose, moving into the back, where he heard people conversing. A giant, booming voice echoed.
Sorrow ran through his broken body, he coughed roughly, spewing blood from his lips. When the spasm left, he turned, wiping his lips. "They're dead... all of them..." He slumped to his knees. He felt entirely responsible.
Seeing the bar door, Sessamaru released the reverse-blade katana as he slid, the blade appearing no more than a pink trail, already back in its scabbard. He lunged forward, the door already falling apart. He looked about, horrified.
Hawk sighed, another unsuccessful attempt to gain a crew. How many pirates had he recruited? How many died with his many destroyed ships? He nearly laughed. "Nearly twenty hundred gold coins and over half my booty!" He cackled, apparently drunk. He fell onto his back, sleeping, his straw hat covering his face, his legs still upon the stool.
A rumble was felt, screams were heard. That was all Sess needed to hear in order to set into action. Quickly, light surrounding his body as he clenched the sakabatou at his right hip, he ran to the sound. "Come!"
Ooc: He's in. Sessamaru didn't say anything, but he led the way. "Forget the rumours, we're going to follow the trail of magic..."
The magical tingle never left. He cursed beneath his breath. "Why? Expansion?"
Sessamaru felt a tingle run up his spine. Magic was near. He shook it off and turned, "Why is this village so small?" He asked gently.
A man wearing a straw hat stepped into the bar, his long silver hair braided in the back, his bangs hanging loosely. A grievous scar ran down his left eye. Fortunately, his green eyes were still intact. He walked farther in, his long black coat dancing about his grey leggings and his leather, knee high black boots. He had a friendly smile, on his tanned face. "Come one, come all, join the Laviethan! She's a beaut! Pay is twenty gold pieces! Come, join, plenty of adventure!" He bursted aloud, his straw hat low over his face. "And for you lovely ladies out there... I'm Captain Silver-Eye Hawk!" His trinkets jingled amongst his body, even his elbow-long black gloves seemed to have gold and silver chains on them. He awaited his ale as he reached the counter.
"Nethereal Magicks... Magic of the Dead World," He began, as if reading from a book. Actually, he was reading a book! A black tome with green and yellow vortexes and gems decorating it. The tome contained great magic, it seemed. "'Unlike necromancy, which allows one to commune with the dead and control them, or some dark rituals, Nethereal Magicks allows one to great obtain power by literally drain the Netherworld of its own lifeforce, while the caster loses only the Weave, or mana. When the Dead World is completely drained of its lifeforce, enfused within the caster (for only one caster is given the opprotune power), then that caster becomes an undead immortal. A lich. Depending upon the power gained, the lich has to undergo trials of darkness and shadow,'" he paused to catch his breath, sighing. Nethereal Magicks were to be damned. He continued his pause, coldsweat beading down his ebony face. "So, from what I read, the conspirators are not using Nethereal Magicks, but Shadow Weave... The opposite of the Weave. They must be performing dark rites, milady." Vallyn explained to Rose, his voice constricted by some pressure i his throat. Fear? He shook his head.
Sessamaru stood there. "Let her go..." He whispered, as coldly as if he were back on his home plane. He sighed. The crystal sword began to glow a heavenly green, the sakabatou a silky pink.
Vallyn sat back, summoning a glowball. The magical orb filled with light, radiating them all.
Removing a flask from his belt, Vallyn tossed it to Blake. "It may not be milk, but it'll heal your wounds a lot more." He spoke, his velvet-soft voice soft.
