The drow-shade, Vallyn, watched the boy run about with his spear. What does he think he's going to do? He thought, his amber eyes staring at Blake.
The green eyed albino closed the door, shutting it locked. He stole a thin golden lamp and jammed it around the door. He turned around "Alaric... Get a hold of yourself! If you do not, then surely you'll die."
"Foolish child! You kill one person, thousands of more will die!" Sessamaru snapped, his cold glare more visible when the green light of his eyes became incoherent. "Kill one, you kill countless more. You're a bloody child who needs to be chastise." He turned to Alaric's brother. "You... You're fit for a much larger punishment." He whispered coldly.
Casually, appearing through the shadows, Vallyn spoke "My brother... He summoned a Black Dragon. A Nethereal Dragon." The assassin was still cladded in black, entirely invisible even with the suppression of his shadow tendrils.
"The orb only listens to those who have a stronger desire, not a stronger will, Alaric. Enough. Enough of this foolish game!" The orb in his cloak vanished, vanishing into a realm of pandemonium. A far off place where only a Forgotten, only Sessamaru can reach it. Oblivion. Out came the crystal sword and the sakabatou. "No one dies."
Sessamaru glared at Tessa "You prefer to spill the blood of living people? Who are we to even say who deserves to live or die?" He asked, his voice cold. "No, Alaric, do not kill him. He deserves punishment, sure, but not death. No one deserves to die. Even so... We are not allowed to choose who do..." He whispered, his eyes darting to the left. His entire right arm radiated with fire. "Do not kill him..."
The arrow missed. "Damn it to hell!" He shouted, running off, shadowstepping after the children. Acid spewed down where he once was, the green burning goop swallowing the town and the rest of those who were left behind. The town got its horrifying shower of acid, becoming non-existant. The stench was unbearable and the cracking of rocks and stones filled the air. Vallyn appeared on the other side of the wood. He shook his head and moved on. Quarrak frowned, even though he truly wanted to laugh aloud. He was disappointed because his dear puppet did not get destroyed in the cataclysm. "There is always next time, I suppose!" He spoke cheerfully, the dragon landing at the center of the town, the acid pool running around it. Off he stepped and he mumbled a simple spell, dispelling the acid. He chuckled as the dragon became a momentous swirl of green and yellow. The swirls disappeared. A laughter erupted from the black robed drow.
Sessamaru kept intercepting "No more blood. No more." Sessamaru reiterated, his voice crisp. The flames became brighter and more harmful. "You will never defeat him with your thoughts clouded, fool." He added to Alaric, seeing that his brother was more cool-headed than his younger sibling. Green eyes flared brightly.
Vallyn, distasting the answer, zoomed out the single window. Night was upon them. Vallyn shadowstepped, much farther now, to the center of the town. The town itself was being devoured by Nethereal flames. Cursing himself, he turned and shouted, still hidden by the darkness of night. "Evaculate the town! Now!" Quarrak watched from above, on a cliff beyond the town's epicenter. He smirked to himself. He saw the shade as if it were light out. The shadow tendrils were a dark violet and a deep black in his infravision, his brother's body at a low grey. His smirk grew. He chanted again in the same spidery language, a Nethereal Gate opening. Green and yellow were visible, but the swirls vanished as a large black dragon exited. "Sha'aan, my beloved pet, soar to the heavens and cleanse this town of those pests." He purred, climbing atop the dragons back. The behemoth black circled the city, acidic drool escaping her teeth. Vallyn quickly looked about. He cursed himself for not having a spell ready. He saw green raindrops fall. They hit rock. The earth melted before his very eyes. "Damn," he scolded himself, seeing the black dragon soar above. "Quickly!" He shouted once more, knocking an arrow. He was invisible to the people, due to his absolute camoflauge of being a Shade. The shadows fell back behind him, swirling around his cocked arm to the arrow. He shot the shadow-arrow.
"Now, there is a slight problem... There is a drow running about, waving his Nethereal Magicks about, causing havoc..." He whispered, slightly daunted. "His name is Quarrak Desp'Ana," Quarrak entered the town square, standing at its heart, his cowl low. He whispered words, spidery, incoherent runes. Green and black flames arose slowly, mithril-webs shot everywhere. The wizard chanted, waving his staff about, its ostriche egg-sized ruby glowing, the darkwood glowing with a purple radiance. The spell became worse and worse. "Do you know him?" He asked before hearing a magical cackle. He wanted to end this meeting quick.
(New Character! ^^) Played By: Sessamaru Name: Quarrak Desp'Ana Appearance: Age: 250 Gender: Male Species: Drow Powers: Inpenetrable Globe of Darkness, Faerie Fire, Nethereal Magicks, and magical knowledge. Weapons: Staff of Omnis, wands/rods, Dual-Swords of Despair. Side: Chaotic Evil Anything Else: Quarrak is the most powerful wizard up-to-date and is extremely skilled in the use of blade. Like most dark elves, he wields two swords, thus having a series of tricks up his sleeves (quite literally). He's the complete opposite of Vallyn, his adopted brother. (Save for the fact they're both evil...) Bic: Vallyn shook his head. "I'm that of the shadows... Every secret and every rumour are the language of shadows. The slums, the prey. All of them. They speak before their die..." He felt a nervous shake above his rump. "I know all." He stated at length, keeping it brief.
"Rumours say there is anarchy amongst the citizens. Power has become tangible. Politics have been overruled with Nethereal Magicks. There is talk of civil war." He paused dramatically, not really caring, but wanting to get closer and closer to his goal. "A cult, I believe. I think this may link to the uprising to the royal family." And to Quarrak... he added in his thoughts, his voice chilling.
Vallyn sat in the wood, his head cocked back and his two sabers hanging loosely at his sides. He looked up and saw nothing quiet signifigant. Dusk was approaching, and he was in need of a quick job. A couple of throats were all he needed. He whistled, darting his eyes to the left.
The drow-shade walked around the room, careful to keep well away from any light. Twilight was dying, and the pale purple flame did not provide any exposing source of radiance. He walked about, his footsteps unheard. The assassin asked quietly. "There is some kind of distress, no?" He asked casually, not wanting to get straight to the point. He was carefully collecting his words for the real matters at hands.
Alchemist's Fire, all nine explosive orbs, paused in mid air. He stared at Roselie. "Close and lock that door, and sit here." He demanded, knowing she wouldn't see him. He outlined the chair with faerie fire, the harmless purple flame released no heat. "Here." He said, like a shadow telling its provider the right direction. He waited.
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the darkest one of all?" He asked in a sing-song tone, the Alchemist's Fire becoming encased within the shadows. The drow-shade awaited for Rosalie, Twilight Hour nearing.
Sessamaru walked forward, outstretching an arm in front of Alaric. "No. More. Blood." He spoke coldly, fire surrounding his outstretched arm like flying snakes. The flames refused to touch him. "No more."
Ooc: Depends, is there anything else you wanna patch up with TB? Vallyn appeared from a shadow spiral, tendrils of darkness dancing about his body. He was in the Seventh Tower, patiently waiting for time to fly by. To pass the time, he juggled nine Alchemist Fires. He caught them every time.
Knowing he will get nowhere fast, the drow-shade rushed past her, whisper into her ears as he past. He was a spiral of shadowstuff as he did so. "Await me in the Seventh Tower, during the Hour of Twilight... No light, no guards... Just you." He whispered, wanting no one to interfere. He wanted to talk to her. In the Seventh Tower of the castle, in a dusky room fit for the Twilight Hour. Just a private meeting. A dream. Nothing more.
Vallyn watched her, invisible within the shadows. He waited, feeling a presence not too far off.
