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Balthar continued to stand watch over the house after Thea had run off. After about an hour or so, he began to worry. Ordinarily, she would have come back to him by now with another request to play. Perhaps he'd upset her. Walking over, he knocked on the door of her room. When there was no answer, he came in to find the room entirely empty. She been able to sneak out of the house without anyone noticing. That girl was too clever for her own good. He called to the master of the house, telling him where he was going, and ran out to search for Thea.

Soon enough, he found the library ablaze. This couldn't have been an accident. Thea loved to read. Of course she would come here. He wasted no time in bursting through the doors. It was difficult to see through the smoke. It stung his eyes and he coughed as it filled his lungs. "Thea!" He called out, walking around. He heard a scream. There was someone else still in the building. No...There were several people still there. Thea was his top priority, but he couldn't just abandon the others.

Three people. That was all he could find and gather together. The only ones still alive anyway. Even then, it was stretching it. There was a middle aged woman, who had severe burns all along her face and upper body, an elderly man who had broken one of his legs under falling debris, and a child. A little boy, who was the worst of them. The flames had seared his body and charred it black. He was still alive, but there would be nothing any doctor could do for him. The boy was gone...Balthar shook his head. No. That wasn't right. He would save all of them.

Balthar drew his blade and stabbed it into the floor. Nearby, part of the ceiling fell in. The building wouldn't hold much longer. "Do not worry. I will protect you. " He said to the three. The boy responded only by sobbing. "I-it hurts..." He struggled out. "I...I will save you." Ashes were blown back by a wind from Balthar's now radiating body. Glorious golden wings of energy spread from his back, leaving the three in awe and fear. "I will protect you." He said to himself. A wave of golden light erupted from his body. It spread throughout the building before shining through it, forming into a pillar spanning into the sky. The pain of those in front of him began to fade. Their fear vanished. Their wounds healed. All of it disappeared as golden light flowed out of them. They were safe.

Then the light flowed into Balthar, and he felt the torment they had endured. His skin began to char and turn black under the burns. He fell to one knee as the bone in his leg snapped in two. He coughed furiously. They had all suffered heavy smoke inhalation. He was afraid. He feared for his life. Of course he did. They had been afraid. If it hadn't been for his magic making him more durable than the average person, he would've died under the injuries. Picking up the old man, he slung him over his shoulder, then grabbed the other two, under each arm. He began to walk forward. He was confused, as though he wasn't really sure what was happening. Another weakness he had taken from those in the building. "Thea, If you can hear me, follow the sound of my voice! We have to leave this place!" He yelled out with a raspy and strained voice. He knew the flames couldn't hurt the girl. Freed of her confusion, she should be able to follow him out of the building. Summoning all the strength he had in him, Balthar rose to his feet. One of his legs was broken, so the task made him groan with pain. He limped forward, carrying the three people he had saved. "Thea, This way!" He called out to the girl again. He made his way to the front of the library.

The crowd of people which had gathered out front gasped as Balthar burst open the front door, dropping the people and collapsing under the exhaustion and pain. His breath was heavy and raspy. Smoke filled his lungs. Yet, he looked over. They were safe. He'd gotten them out of the building mostly unharmed. Nothing but minor burns they'd gotten on the way out which would heal over in a day or two. They would live. He had saved them.

Taliesin looked at the man who was now his lord, as he asked him about his magic. "What can i do with it? Why, anything. My magic can flow waters, make fires rage, soothe the soul with a calming wave. My magic is that which brings life to my music. It makes real the songs i play. My magic is as boundless as the concept of music itself." The bard said, explaining his capabilities. He would give a more detailed demonstration at a later date. He had a feeling that his talents would be needed. "My talents are widely varied. I can cook, i have been told i have a tongue of silver, i am proficient in swordplay. As for what i seek...I'm afraid that is rather difficult to explain. What i seek is perfection, yet not as you know it. Do not trouble yourself with it. Rest assured, i will obtain it in the way of helping you. I have a feeling you will make my time with you worth it, whether you intend to or not. Simply go about your own agenda, and i will assist you with it in any way i can." ​

Beuce rose back to his feet as Stratos used cure to heal him, and gave him a barrier with aero. He nodded in thanks. He'd given him the opportunity to get back into the fight after that hit. He could do huge amounts of damage of all varieties, but when it came to taking damage, there weren't many worse than him. This would help with that weakness, if only slightly. Looking over at the battle, he saw Glen battling the demon. He launched a Fira spell at the thing, and not only was it completely pathetic as far as power goes, it missed. He freaking missed. "Well, my brotagonist, let me show you how it's done." He thought in a ******y voice as he walked over to glen. "That's not a spell mate, THIS is a spell!" He said in the fakest Australian accent imaginable. He transformed into his black mage form. This thing was imune to physical attacks anyway. He waved his hand, gathering up energy. The air distorted under the heat of the flames the spell produced. Arching back his elbow to his side, he thrust his hand forward, sending an enormous firaga flying at it, which due to him having magic lock-on equipped, struck its target with extreme accuracy and power. It was almost down. One more strike would do it.

(Physical Immune) Black Demon: 9/500

He didn't know who this lady was, but she was a godsend. Sinbad would have never found his way to the goddess' room. He followed her closely, careful not to get away from her as that would result in losing his way yet again. Together, they made their way to the goddess' chambers, evading the explosions of lightning that threatened to tear apart the very building. Looking out a window, he could see that Ares and Thanatos had all but driven the Union back into the castle singlehandedly. What's worse, The other two had begun to make their move. They burst through the doors of the goddess' chambers, and found several other pact makers there. "Glad we're all here. At the very least we could make a nice final stand if it came down to it, but i think we'd all much prefer the option of escape. Anybody got any ideas?" He asked. Obviously walking out the front door wasn't much of an option with the Thrones there. Even with all the pact makers they had, they couldn't win a fight against them. Not right now, at least.

Beuce had neglected do do anything thus far due to...The fighting re-opening the wound on his arm! Yeah, that. That's what happened. He clutched the wound in pain as blood covered his hand. Doing a makeshift job of patching it up with a quick Cure spell, he looked at the specter in front of them. A black cloak, flying around. Physical attacks weren't going to work against this thing, it seemed. That meant he was the best suited out of the bunch to handle it. The only one who beat him as far as being a mage goes was Hikaru. Running at the thing, he slid under a swipe of its claw and blasted it in the back with a fira. He dodge rolled to the side as it shot a ball of black fire at him.

So far, this fight hadn't been too tough it seemed. However, when things were fought in a duo, they always had a habit of gaining a desperation move when their partner went down. This thing's seemed to not look too powerful in concept, but given the effect it had on Beuce, it evidently was. It clutched its hands over where its face would be, arched back, and unleashed a ghostly wail. Waves of energy, resembling sound waves flew from it at the keyblade wielder as a deafening wail overpowered all sound. Try as he might, Beuce couldn't stand against it, and was blown back. Apparently rather injured by the attack, he reached into his pocket for his Hi-po...God dammit.

(Physical Immune) Black Demon:180

Zavion had known it was an illusion before they even charged. It wasn't like a nobody. They had makeshift hearts that their body created to attempt to replace the real thing. In that, there was just nothing. Nothing at all. He knew it wasn't the real one. Although, he couldn't let Crybex know he was able to see the real thing yet. He kept his eyes fixated on where the illusion had been to disguise his real intentions. He didn't move his head or his eyes, but with his gift of Clairvoyance, he was scanning the area for the real one. There, above Caleb, was a bright light. Crybex's heart. He couldn't hide himself from Zavion. He prepared himself. He'd only have one shot. A surprise attack only worked if it was a surprise. They might be able to beat him without it if it came down to it, but this was their best shot.

He wasn't moving. This was good. It'd be easier if he stayed right where he was. Right now, he was the only one who knew where Crybex really was. If this worked, he may well win the fight for him right then and there. No pressure or anything. It took only a split second for him to make his move. He swept his leg to the side, and a wave of darkness slammed into Crybex's back, shoving him toward Zavion like a current of water, shoving against you and pushing you with it against your will. "Shinryu!" He screamed, thrusting his fist toward the man of light. His arm lit ablaze with a dark fire, burning the sleeve off of his jacket instantly. It was his own darkness, so he had a resistance to it, but this darkness was powerful. It was on his arm for no more than a few seconds, yet his skin was being seared off his arm. His mother's darkness had been incredibly powerful in her youth, as he was told. Yet she was never able to fully control it. It seemed he'd inherited that trait from his mother. For the most part, he could control it, but the more powerful it got, the more he lost his grip on what it did. He was never properly taught to use it. The flames spiraled forward and solidified, transforming into an enormous dragon crafted of dark fire. This, unlike his mother's Shinry, was more of an attack than a summon. The beast let out a mighty roar as it flew headlong into Crybex, attempting to incinerate him with one powerful strike. ​

Alright, so, it looked like they had to destroy this thunder palace thing. However, it consisted of a large group of Lacrima floating above the city. It seemed Galia had successfully taken out most of them, although she had the advantage of range. He wasn't quite sure how to attack the thing. Then it dawned on him. He did have range, he just needed to adjust his weapon a little! Dismounting his bike, he knelt down as and stared at it for a moment, analyzing the thing. Then, with a grunting heave, he lifted it motorcycle up and flung it at the Lacrima. Needless to say, it broke quite easily.

However, the bike hovered in the air for a moment. Beginning to charge with electricity. Finally, It bolted back at Jesse, colliding with him straight in the chest and knocking him back. Lightning had just struck him. Why did that seem ironic...?

Beuce took the pebble and threw it into the air. He'd know what to do...

Beuce saw that Stratos had injured one of the demons to near death status. Picking up a rock off the ground he prepared to throw it. It began to glow a neon green and gave a slight hum. With an overhand throw, he struck the demon and killed it instantly. "My god...I've discovered the most powerful weapon in the world. The mythril pebble of demon slaying!"

Imp: 0/30
Horned Demons: 7/20
Brutes: 0/10

Injured:
Horned Demon 2: 3/5
Horned Demon 3: 4/5

They had been transported to the next area. This place seemed...different from the others. The air around this place was thick and dark, as though it were the mouth of hell. He heard Mickey say that he couldn't find anything like it in the book. That only meant one thing. They weren't supposed to be here. "Well. This isn't good." Soon enough, they were surrounded by a horde of what looked like demons. Up until now, all they'd been fighting were heartless, a T-rex, and brooms. Although, it didn't really make much of a difference. His party ran in and engaged in battle with them. For the most party, they seemed to be doing fairly well. However, base found himself in a sticky situation. And he meant sticky like bad, not sticky like covered in honey while ants eat it off you. He'd probably like that. Base was a sick fuck like that.

While that may be true, it was still a good idea to help him. Flying down, Beuce shot a firaga into the pile, blowing a chunk off the top. They didn't seem to be overly injured by the spell. Of course not. They were demons. He was using fire. He had a good deal of other spells in his arsenal, but what would likely hurt them the most was faith. Summoning up his willpower, he raised his hand, yet nothing came. Light had never really been the schtick of the Asmodians. Before he could continue thinking, a massive blow struck his back. The remaining brute, though injured, had walked over and hit him in the back with the large hammer it wielded. Beuce went rolling forward, coughing at the injury. Unable to cure himself, he made a quick decision. Folding his wings over his body, he was engulfed in fire momentarily. As it faded, it revealed him back in his normal form. Quickly, he raised his keyblade and a healing light washed over him. Running back up to the demon, he parried a blow from the hammer and thrust his keyblade into its chest, finishing it off. The biggest variety was dealt with. That left only one.

Turning back, the horned demons began surrounding him. He was glad he had reverted from his other form. He wasn't sure he'd be able to handle all these without physical abilities. One came at him with a pitchfork. He swung his blade, knocking it upwards and quickly chaining into a Zantetsuken, slaying the demon instantly. Rolling out of the way of another jab, he kicked the demon in the back, sending it forward onto its face before quickly turning and blocking another strike. There was a short clash of two or three swings between him and the demon, but he broke through and stabbed into it's chest, carrying into an aqua splash. The demon he had knocked down before was getting back up. Running at it to finish the job, he swiped his keyblade to the side. A small purple orb of energy appeared at the tip, and a field of energy the same hue lifted the demon into the air. Leaping up, Beuce's keyblade was coated in a white icy aura. With a Vorapl Blitz, he made quick work of the demon. He was assaulted with two demons the instant he landed. Knocking one to the side and leaning in that same direction, he avoided the strikes and backed up, knowing it wasn't a good idea to take them both on simultaneously. Throwing a well placed strike raid, to knock back the one that was running at him. Beuce clenched his fist and a pillar of light rained down onto the one in the back, disintegrating it in an instant. He was doing well for now, but his magic pool was about spent, and he wasn't sure he could get in enough physical strikes to rebuild it to sufficiency. Reaching into his pocket to use his Hi-ether, he remembered where it was. Well, that was inconvenient.


0/30 Imps
12/20 Horn Demons
0/10 Brutes

Injured:
Horn Demon: 4/5
Horn Demon 4/5
Horn Demon 4/5

Name: Sinbad
Age: 26
Appearance: ~
Faction: The Union
Race: Human
Pact Partner: Not with him.
Pact Price: Sense of Direction.
Weapon: Riptide
Weapon Magic: Ocean's Hammer: Sends waves of water crashing into enemies.
Sharpness: Pointed
Reach: Very Long
Weight: 3.0 kg
Material: Bronze and gold

Spoiler: Weapon Lore

Long ago, there was a man overcome by an insatiable greed who set out to conquer the world. As he saw it, if the Oceans divided the continents, then conquering the oceans would allow him to take all the world simultaneously. Together with his band of renegades, he set out to take the world for himself.

For many years, he pillaged and raped, looted and stole. The oceans were his, and by extension, the land surrounding it. He became obsessed with the idea that this was the key to his success. He would spend months at sea, sometimes even over a year. This was a welcome tiding, for when he returned to land, he brought pain and destruction with him as he took all it had to offer.

Soon, he became dissatisfied. This couldn't possibly be all there was to the world...could it? Haunted by this thought, he gathered together a massive fleet, and set sail to waters unknown. It was a perilous journey, filled with creatures of all manner, but the might of his armada cut a bloody swath through the waters. Finally, he had found it. He reached edge of the world. A massive waterfall poured endlessly over the edge into an abyss of nothingness. Floating there, just over the edge was a golden trident, unlike anything he'd ever seen before. A voice called out to him. It told him that if he could but take that trident, then the waters of the world would truly flow as he did.

Unable to resist such a temptation, he commanded his men to sail closer. They refused, saying that going any closer would risk dropping off the edge. They would not take that risk, not even for him. Screaming of their cowardice, he drew his blade and began to slaughter them, one after another. Diving over the edge of the ship, he swam to toward the trident, the current crashing against him. Reaching out his hand, he gripped the handle. Overjoyed, the current stopped pushing against him. Instead, it began pulling on him. It ripped him beneath the waves, pulling him back. He watched as the light of day faded away above him, though the trident would not let him die to the sea, he was drowning. For years, he drifted, clutching the trident, enduring the pain of being unable to breathe, the crushing weight of the water. Finally, even his greed was overcome. He let the trident slip from his grasp, and instantly, the waters claimed his life. The ocean had never been his. He belonged to it.

Biography: Not much is known about this man. He simply washed ashore one morning, and was found by a fisherman of the Union. When he awoke, he told them that he had no memory of where he came from, or what he was doing at sea. Though he doesn't remember what his partner is, he's been told he has a pact given the marking on the back of his neck. It's further proven by his immense power in battle and lack of sense of direction. The price he paid. He fights with the union, not having a purpose beyond it.
Theme: ~

So, it seemed that the curse was capable of taking the minds of its victims. Moka had been forced to kill his own son because of it. He felt pity for the man. However, the suggestion he gave was lunacy. Destroy the moon? Even if they agreed to it, how would they go about doing that? He looked at Charlotte, giving a death glare the celestial body. He could tell if she were able, she would've charged it right then and there, screaming of justice. Thankfully, there was no road made of sheer righteousness leading to it she could take. Otherwise, he would've had to follow along. As the group entered the tent, Ra pulled off his helmet, revealing his spiked golden hair and deep red eyes. Setting it down next to him, he claimed a place to sleep.

Listening to the opinions of his guild mates, he processed his thoughts. Calxiyn still hadn't returned. The likelyhood was that she had headed toward the temple, as they said. "Although, we still don't know why they were unable to reach the temple successfully. If their solution was to send more men, then there is a fairly high probability that the hindrance was some form of guard. If this is the case, then we haven't the time to wait until morning. Assuming she made it there and encountered whatever was defending it, they or it may well attack on sight. I doubt she could handle any such guard alone." Ra pointed out. Calxiyn may not have the time to wait for them to be safe and practical.

"If we are concerned with the curse's effects, then I shall go alone. With my armor, i risk little to no direct exposure to the moonlight. If a tent is protecting us, then anything that will stop the light surely must. At the very least, it will tell us for certain what is at the temple preventing entry, and it may well save the girl's life. Should i reach the temple and still have seen no sign of Calxiyn, then i will return here and tell you what i have learned." Ra proposed. He looked around to the others, waiting to see what they thought of his plan. ​

As they walked through the castle toward the entrance, Quinn looked to see a man with dark red hair at the entrance. Likely a citizen there to see his father. Most people would've been curious as to what their business was, but Quinn wanted as little part of politics as he could. His father could handle it just fine. His father was a good king, and a father he could be proud of. Although, there was a problem. Everyone had always looked to him to follow in his father's footsteps as the king. They expected him to be as great a king as he was. He didn't want to be king in the first place, let alone have the pressure of being great. Sometimes he wished he could just hand the throne to Osric. He'd do well with it. He knew all about politics, and he was smarter than anyone he'd ever met to boot. He would make a nice king, but he couldn't very well just pass the throne along, as much as he wished he could.

He sighed, and continued to walk. He didn't have any real destination. He just wandered into the town, purely for the sake of getting out of the castle. And so, Into town he went.

Balthar knelt down and put his hand on the sniffling girl's shoulder as she asked him to play with her. "I'm sorry Thea, but my duty is here. Wait just a bit longer, until i've been dismissed, then i will play with you all you like." The man said apologetically. He cared for the girl as though she were his own daughter, and didn't want to upset her, but his duty was to the family, not her alone. He had to continue to stand guard in case of intruders. He couldn't simply abandon his post, no matter what the reason. Still...he felt sorry for the girl. She must have been so lonely.

Taliesin smirked at the oath he was told to swear. Osric wasn't quite as clever as he thought. "I see. Then i shall be bound by this oath so long as i live, unless you release me? So be it." He bowed his head, and began to repeat the oath. . "I, Tallesin solemnly swear my service to Osric of House Lelande. I shall act in his interests. His foes are my foes, his friends are my friends and his liege is my liege. I put myself at his disposal and shall live my life in the interest of serving him, until such a time that I am released from my oath. This I swear upon the Gods old and new, and the Gods before and to come." He said, before rising to his feet. "May our endeavors together bring us both good fortune in equal shares. I believe i shall find what i am searching for in the way of helping you live out your goals, so simply lead the way and i shall shadow your footsteps, Osric Lelande." ​