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[09:22:59] The meeting between the inquisitors was hectic, but it made his mission clear, survey the seers island and make sure to go to alteros to give full support in finding the vindicator of alteros. The land was going to be difficult to survey if the vampires were still in habiting it. He held the box of his vampire ashes in hand, with intentions to give it to the alchemist queen to make a special potion to put on his jacket. The vampires all had the ability to mask their depravity and camouflage themselves. As he reached the city of tilandre he could fell the thoughts and vibes of the people surround his body.

The vampires days were numbered.
(Hadraniel Melym)

[09:54:33] He leaned over to the human maven with intention of finding information on his mission with the slaver camps. His voice was hushed with sound magic, projecting it over towards the man so only he could hear, his tone was grimace. "Grimra, I know you've been tracking the slavers movements, we've managed to find a *second* slaver camp, maybe this one will know some information on yours. Someone I know went to check out the camp a while ago but never came back. A few months later someone on their team was being sold on the black market for a friiken fortune."

"If I can ask for your help, I would really appreciate it, pooling our resources together should get two birds with one stone. If she is captured, we HAVE to make sure she doesn't instantly kill the head slaver in revenge before we get any information out of him." He leaned out and stood straight, watching the scene unfold with a small smile on his face to keep appearances.

He looked over to everyone familiar to him and waved politely shifting back to the azure dragon and the queen with the intentions of seeing the tsuchi for a small word.
(Hadraniel Melym)

[11:10:30] "Alright then what do you need?" His tone was blank, too much was on his mind to focus on being polite, but he did his best to listen to what the man had to say. He took his time as he swept the ground of his property, the sea in front of him gleaming in a brilliant blue. "If you can hurry this up, I got a decent amount of things to take care of, if its about the glacium and what not you can go to the tower, they can help you out."

With the final touches of his sweeping, the grounds were finally clean, putting the broom down he put his full attention to the man in front of him, waiting for a response.
(Hadraniel Melym)
[11:22:27] "I'm good, and no there is no real *adventure* going around, this isn't a time for play. Vampires are literally killing people in droves, I don't really know what you think this is man, but its not a game." So young, but his attitude was already *salt of the earth*. He could feel his blood boil as he thought of his mission, he looked at the man with a stern face, one almost filled with contempt, but he took his time to explain what he could do to be *productive*.

"If you really wanna help, go join a military and help fight of these fucking monsters, so many people around the city are living complacently when there is a huge threat out there. I really can't believe that this is some kind of adventure to you man, people are dying, running around and doing crap like that gets you killed. Sorry if this is rude, but common man, you’re a grown ass man."

"Just look for sapphire or Regent Alderan and join the glacium, do something useful to others than running around playing adventure time."
(Hadraniel Melym)

[13:38:08] He walked to the tower, his eyes lit up as the cosmic mage visage graced his presence, he just wish he was here for better circumstance. As he spoke, a somber tone followed his voice, "Hello Miss Sapphire, I'm really glad that you are back, I never got to welcome you *home* again yeah? Well, I can't small talk for long, what I got is pretty serious." He quickly sat down and taking a quick breath of air before he began to speak again. "With the vampers on the ropes, we need to think about finding a way to turn them *back into humans*, the only other person who knew was apparently the lady who was kidnapped."

"Another thing we should talk about is..." He leaned in close, he didn't know if the contents of the meeting were susposed to be spoken out in public, so he assumed he needed to keep it secret. His whispers were laced with sound magic, making sure that no one around could here his words beside the cosmic dancer. "That task force to scope out the seer's island, if it hasn't been made yet, I want to be apart of that if you're willing to give me a shot yeah? I've also been around the bygonegrove, looking around for any yokai or vampers to capture so we can help alteros find the vindicator.

"I've been a bit iffy on capturing yokai, with that one super yokai running around taking his kin might make him angry, so I refrained from any violence towards them yeah?" He leaned out from her ear, sitting straight but looking at her beauty.

Damn was it good to have her home again. " O dissom auy us hcam Sapphire. I'm really glad that your back... To t'nsew ihy imes thow auy inug"
(Hadraniel Melym)

[13:56:54] He could feel the bitterness seethe from her body, he understood her posistion, being tortured by them would make anyone bitter beyond belief. As he spoke, he spoke this time with a sympathetic voice, "I get where you are coming from miss Sapphire, vampires are monsters. BUT" He looked at her with an unapologetic face, he knew his position was right, at least in his mind, and when he spoke his voice raised slightly.

"Vampires were people once, some of them people that fought against them. Believe me, I hate vampires too, maybe just as much, but in the end, they are all under a curse. That curse can be broken and they can be saved from what they are, repent for their transgressions as monsters and make their way back into normal society. We have to be above them, we can't be willing to slaughter them in droves like they try to do to us, we are *better* than they are. We are of a higher level of existence they they are. Some of them, yeah, they need to be killed no matter what, but others can be turned back into regular people."

"Of all people, I thought that you would be the one to be on board with this, honestly, you’re the only one who can even come close to doing something like this. Miss sapphire, YOU can save them, at least some of them."
(Hadraniel Melym)

[22:41:42] He walked into the city calmly, he could feel the breeze on his back as he began to head towards the antegrean castle, his mission set to find more information on his current task. He was only lucky that the Earl of the island was already in view, he noticed her tail and ears from very far away. As hi presence washed over the group, an empty, almost draining feeling could be felt from his person.

He smiled quickly, shifting his face back into a stern one before speaking his intent. "Hello Earl, I'mma make this quick since you're probably doing something, I need info on an expedition that a team went on, I think I can find out more an some subjects if I came here first. Byson's library is big, but I heard the one in Antegria is like twice the size yeah? So if you got time can I steal you away for a bit?"

He walked closer to the woman, meeting her face to face staring directly in her eyes. He did his best to feign a smile, but he had business to attend to, the attempt was blatantly half-assed. He looked back at the three and shifted forward again...

"So how bout it yeah?"
(Hadraniel Melym)

[13:49:39] He began to speak calmly, the news better than he expected but still with work to be done. "Seona managed to escape the clutches of the slaver, but he still has many slaves *including drakanite slaves* under his watch. Once Seona gets here we will begin to track down the main slaver, capture him, and get as much information we can about the second slaver camp. I'm really glad that we have been able to pool our efforts together to get this job done. All I want is to get those capture innocents out of their cells and back to a normal life. Maybe if you're lucky, they will join the aegis in gratitude and strengthen your numbers once they are able to recover back into physical form yeah?"

"So the plan is to find the Lorlyn base, there has been rumors of sales on the black market of the slaves of that same slave camp. If we can catch him off guard then we can take out his operation and ANY operation that is still going on. Slavery is despicable, and it needs to be completely removed from the world yeah? I have to be honest with you I have anterior motives to finding this guy, I believe that he has been supplying a ritualist group with slaves to conduct dark experimentation."

"From the intel, they might be trying to figure out a way to embedd mana inside a vampire..."
(Hadraniel Melym)

[15:40:35] He stood, looking up at the young drakanite and smiled, he was glad she finally escaped the custody of the slavers, but he couldn't waste any time with his infatuation. "Alright, we need to find the lorlyn area in the sarabs, that’s the last location of the slaver from what the intel says. Seona, do you know exactly were the camp is, if we can get some info on that, maybe we can find some clues to find this guy. There is NO FUCKING WAY we are going to let him get away with this at all."

His anger swelled up in heart, but he managed to control himself, sitting down and taking a breath. "Alright everyone lets get this going."
(Hadraniel Melym)

[17:10:11] The situation at hand was riling his blood, he needed to capture and grill this man for information, there was no possible way that they could even contemplate conversing with someone who tortured and sold people as property. "Seona, we're not gonna play pretend with this guy, he *sells people* as property, we are not gonna allow him to continue to kidnap and ship people off like they are nothing. I don't know what you though you could do, but this isn't how to go about it."

"People like him have no regard for life and considers life as a commodity, anything we need from him...we'll beat out of him. PERIOD." His holy magic's flared up in his body as the air around him shifted to a midnight black. His body began to hover from the ground as the force of Mu began to seethe from his skin. He had enough of this nonsense, and his mind was set to *take down*

He stamped the floor, a wave of sound and metaphysical energy flowing from the center of his position. "He took your kin, and your friends, we take him and get EVERYTHING he took from every innocent family!" His eyes carried a glint of murder in them, he would need to restrain himself, but Kraus was it going to be difficult.
(Hadraniel Melym)

[19:07:56] His body was beaten, but the fight in his blood wouldn't allow him to quit. The slavers power was unprecedented, the only thing he could do was do his best to puncture his vital organs. As the power of *Mu* began to seethe from his body, he used his power to try to read and counter the attacks of the slave master. So fast, so powerful, he knew that the man would have all the information he needed to defeat him. "We have to keep fighting, we have to keep using spells to slow him down, he's too fast to hit him head on yeah? Keep going!"

He looked around the area to see how he could use his terrain to his advantage." Seona' try to burn away the cages and let anyone out yeah?" With the force of his wind magic, he began to flow his power outward, embedding his blasts with the strongest holy magic he could muster before sending it into the sky. With the power of *Mu* he began to fly forward, the holy magic following him as he charged and thrusted himself into the man. "Keep going"
(Hadraniel Melym)

Trapped like an animal, beaten down like a toy ragdoll and made to suffer. He could't break, he couldn't let himself break to this kind of bullshit. He sat in his cage, thinking about a way to get out, thinking about what he could do while he was held captive. He could feel nothing but contempt in his heart and mind as he thought about the slaver. His revenge would be had one day, but for now he had to survive. He made it a point to meditate to reserve his energies for months he had been held captive. Being sold would be problematic, he could only hope to be sold to someone in the main land of the country.

His cell was isolated from the others, probably to make sure that he couldn't discover their exact location. The slaver was constantly on the move, but he had a pattern of locations that he set camp, if he could escape from his captivity in any way he would. He looked up into the sky, he knew he wouldn't be heard on this day, but a prayer to his god would be his only message.

"Kraus, please if you can hear me, or anyone even. I need help, I need to get out of here and save all of these people yeah? I know I'm not much, but please! I just, I just need some sort of sign on what to do, some sort of help In anyway."

Unanswered, as he thought It would be.
(Hadraniel Melym)

[13:44:57] Everyday in his mind he would pray to his god, speaking to him about anything that was on his mind. What was his will? What is the angel's *real* mission, he could feel the mundane and monotonous routine begin to drive his mind mad. He reclined to count the second, each second that past with no action towards his well being. It was his own fault, he overestimated the ability of his team, but he couldn't blame them. He himself was too weak to combat his foe, he spoke not a word to anyone, eating his dealing feeding and staying to his prayers.

Where was his, where was his god to give him guidiance, he realized that he wasn't worthy of it. His actions were rash and even wrathful at times, how could anyone even want to come to save him from perdition in the first place. All he knew was that if he could get out, he would make motions to make everything better for everyone.

He just needed a shot, he just needed help. In the end, he was going to have to help himself somehow...
(Hadraniel Melym)

[14:45:32] Even though his magics were locked away by the power of the anti-magic collar, he could still fell the force of *Mu* take his mind into a state of heightened senses. As he peered around the cage he could feel the shrieks and depression that all of the other slaves were exuding. Hopelessness was the song of everyone in the camp, one that he could not allow himself to fall victim to. He counted, any series of objects that he could find, anything that that could keep his mind sane. He was only in the camps for a few months, so his mental strength was still in tact.

He watched the world with his vision more clear than ever before, the light of mana glossed over every form of life that he could see. It was fuzzy, but the lights were visible enough for him to discern the energy. He prayed to his god quietly, begging him to give him the strength to escape the cage and free everyone from their own cages.

His prayers were solemn, in the back of his mind he had doubts, but he prayed nonetheless, still having some small semblance of hope left in his heart. "Kraus, please help me, I need to get everyone out of this place, we need to free them from their chains and cages yeah? No one in the world deserves to be treated like a dog, please help me somehow, I'm beginning you."

(Hadraniel Melym)
[14:45:32] begging*
(Hadraniel Melym)

[18:27:50] He felt his body wither each day, his prayers began to grow more and more desperate, realizing the no one would be there to save him. Where was the Viridian, where was the Inquisition? He was alone, he had nothing, not even his family to take him from his perdition. He could only feel the throes of anguish wash over his psyche, curling up into a ball and losing himself in his own mind. The outside worlds realities were too harsh for him to deal with.

He realized that things could be A LOT worse for him, and he began to count his blessing. At least he was alive, and at least his had some semblance of his mind in tact, even if It was fractured. He spoke out loud, trying to reach out to anyone who could hear him. "Kraus, please, if you can help me, please give me a way to free these slaves. I know that I haven't earned any kind of help, but I'm BEGGING, please, please, help me somehow."

He pride spilled to the floor, his eyes dry, his hope almost completely lost. He knew that he had to at least save face, he had to at least *seem* strong...
(Hadraniel Melym)

{NARRATION} After countless months in isolation and held in place by an equal amount of guards, collars and cells, the High Priority Slave was hauled over via cart painted jet black in the depths of night. Finding a direction was not easy, let alone bypassing through the Marshlands without alerting any Bulwarks, but with some well placed bribes and some equal chances of opportunity, the drop off caravan arrived to it's destination. On arrival, they only looked up to spot the man at the auction. All they needed to see. No pleasantries, no formalities, only pure adrenaline for a shady business. "Got your package right here. No returns, no refunds, no discounts, no nothing. Package is dropped with an Anti-Magic Collar, a Shock Collar, All his prior belongings and letter of cordial action to use our services again. Don't let him out of your sight. This one's feisty. Nearly killed seven of our men back at holding." They didn't even finish talking before one large and gruff man threw the small boy a box, containing the keys to both collars and the shock rune. Just touch the rune and a relatively harmless shock is provided to the slave. And like that, the men in black immediately hauled ass up into their cart, to ride off with their horses, their crossbows and their relatively well armed and prepared men to go back whence the came. Hadraniel Melym has arrived on site. Hope you are prepared to handle the situation.

[20:21:20] He could only manage to weakly spit on the ground, no amount of shock collar could equal the amount of torture training the lunar watch had provided. He looked with a face of contempt. He was only bitter that his magic was locked from his body, but soon he would find a way to get out of here...hopefully. He stood idly, surveying the location that he was currently locked in. He could only imagine the kind work that he would have to commit to, he knew for a damn fact that he wasn't going to verbally subjugate himself to the whims of a boy.

Another hack of spit on the ground, turning his back to the young boy, preparing for a shock to his body.
(Hadraniel Melym)

[20:38:24] "NOTHING!" His words were as fierce as he could make it, it wasn't much, but he wasn't going to submit to this. He spat at the ground again, eyeing the yokai with rage and contempt. "You think I'm going to boy down like an animal just cause you have money, or this collar. Without this collar you don't have shit to keep me here, you're only lucky that damn thing was around my neck. Weak fuck."

He didn't care for pain, he didn't budge at the malpercian's well. He was going to have to break his body if he wanted to push him towards any end. The blood ran down his check, the warmest feeling he had felt in a long time. He was at least happy to have fresh air, he was only bitter that the other slaves in the camp were still there, so much regret and hatred for that day.

All he could do now was bid his time and bare any torture that was going to be delivered to his body.
(Hadraniel Melym)

[22:31:53] Oh how the punished suffer for their transgression, he almost found it comical, being tortured when his preferred method of information extraction was torture. So much to endure, so much to think about as he stared in for corner room, empty. He could feel the darkness that surrounded the building, the air of it was thickening, so much rage that it could drown a normal human being. He began to channel his mind, he knew his mana was locked, but he could still at least flow his mind into the realm of true nothingness. The area smelled of the swamp, he was going to have to be a bit more perceptive if he wanted to get a message out to anyone that could find him.

He covered his face with his hands and began to pray, to pray to his god to deliver him from perdition. He knew that he wouldn't be answered, but the prayers brought him some comfort. He thought about ways to escape, staring at the yokai bound by the young malpercian.. he had such *contempt* for their race, so much contempt for everything that was happening to me.

His main sadness was that no one found him, he didn't know if anyone was looking for him, he knew that they weren't, even though he was considered a member of the inquisition, he wasn't held an any regard at all. He was bitter, but he was starting to get over the circumstance and do his best to make the most of it...

He needed to listen for information, he needed to find a way to manipulate the people here to his favor. He was going to have to swallow his pride.
(Hadraniel Melym)

[00:47:34] As the yokai began to hustle about their post, he began to focus, focusing deep into his mind. Emptiness, through the air his thoughts seethed through his scalp and into the void, all to dissipate into nothingness, failed attempts to use his power to give out some type of message. The two collars on his neck began to chafe and constrict his breathing, the damn things hurt so bad whenever he would turn his head. One thing that he did admire was the craftsmanship of the collars themselves, if he were to ever get out of here he would need to get artificers to make collars of better quality.

He knew that Leodus's chapters in the book of Kraus spoke of forgiveness and mercy, but it was so hard to do so. Wrathfulness was in his blood, he could feel thoughts of vengeance seep into his mind with each second that past, blankly staring into the ceiling and waiting for his torture to begin. He could only hope that during the process that they somehow make the collars malfunction and give him a chance to escape.

He prayed a small prayer to his god, knowing it would be unanswered but finding comfort in it either way. "If you could just get me out of here, I know I can get those slaves out of their cages, and I can make this right somehow. I need to find a way to make this right, I just need some sort of shot." He wondered if this was the kind of position the vindicator was in, maybe when they focus on her, the inquisition would notice that he was gone.

He wondered if they even knew if he was gone, did they even care? He doubted it, they never treated him with much respect to begin with, it was always one of his regrets during his time in the inquisition. He chuckled, the kind of scolding from the others would be of the highest level, even if he didn't care for it remembering familiar faces helped him relax his mind and focus on the task at hand...

Getting out of here in tact!
(Hadraniel Melym)
[00:54:24] {Item} You dropped Earth Shard x1.
[01:02:56] The void, his mind drifted along the endless darkness for what seemed like hours, watching and waiting for anything to change in the area. He always ended up feeling nothing but yokai and depravity, even with his mana locked away by the color, his eyes could still see the mana that surrounded the room. A testament to his lunar watch training, the only thing that would enable him to not break from the upcoming experiments. He did his best to draw in the power of his magic, trying to break the collars hold over him, but with the slightest over exertion of magic the shock collar triggered.

His body convulsed all over the floor as the lightning surged through his nervous system. Laying on the floor, his back and legs burning from pain he opened his mind to the *truth*. The yokai around him, subjugated by the power of the malpercian, his depravity, his occult power, and his link to the yokai kind, all of it was something far deeper than he expected. What was their ultimate plan? There was no way that someone would be able to keep this place secluded without connections.

He contemplated on what they could be doing here, alteros was a perfect place for them to be, so why seclude themselves if not for a darker more heinous purpose. His body would most likely be the template for their dark design, for the first time in a long time, he was afraid.

He prayed to his god, this time begging for a response, hoping for something to come from his trials. Was this something that he wanted, was he to die this way? Was he to survive, he didn't know anything, but he wished he knew everything. A scarce amount of thoughts and vibes radiated into the void and traveled around his mind, all from creatures of the swamp, all from yokai, and nothing familiar.

He was alone, but he wasn't going to let that damper his efforts to reach home again.
(Hadraniel Melym)
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[08:51:24] Another idle day, captured as a slave for a child, his contempt and hatred for this place grew with every hour that passed. Fantasizing what he would do if he could escape, each time he would think on it his thoughts of vengeance grew darker and darker. He focused his energy on trying to fight through the mana collar's effects, only hoping that soon he would be able to disable them himself. He stared at the desk, channeling the power of *Mu* through out his body, doing his best to project his energy on to it.

His attempts at moving the desk were failures, the collars power too strong for him to fight through in his state of weakness. Bitterness flooded his mind, bitterness and hatred, if he were to get out of here he knew what to do to that entire... He pushed his thoughts past something that drastic, looking for more merciful guidance from his god.

"Kraus, or anyone that can hear me...please, please help me from this, I know I don't deserve any help, but I'm begging yeah? Anything at all, even a sign, just something?"

Another an answered prayer, the comfort his prayers brought him began to decrease in value once he realized more and more that he was abandoned.
(Hadraniel Melym)
[10:03:05] Trapped like a dog in a create, but it was a dog trying to learn a new *trick* The days in his *cell* were mundane, all spent on reserving his energy and trying to move anything he could with the power of his cognitive magics. He was only lucky that the power of *Mu* only used a small amount of mana, with that small amount he began to move the dust in the air. Counting the tiny specs revealed by the small crack of sunlight, continuously spinning them in a tiny but quickly made ring.

He would continue for hours, concentrating, learning more about the extent of his ability under duress, he could only pray to Kraus that he would be strong enough to escape, and soon. He paced around the room constantly, he needed to get his blood flowing and his body in shape, by the time his escape was due, he would be physically stronger than ever before.

But what to do with his captors? His heart demanded justice, taking their lives for the kind of nonsense that slavery brought to him. or maybe he should enslave them. Neither option was of Kraus's design, and he was bitter for it, he knew he could kill them, or even make them suffer, he had to find a way to reconcile the will of his god, and his thirst for revenge. In the end, he knew he would have to let his bitter feeligs about his slavery go...

But Kraus was it so difficult to do so. "Please, I need help Kraus, what do I do if I get out, I'm just so fucking angry."
(Hadraniel Melym)

[14:56:38] His mind was focused, the air around him slightly distorting with each passing second, he could feel his magics slowly project onto his target. The desk shuttered a *tiny* bit, the yokai on duty peering inside to to the occasional noise, lashing at the man as he sat quietly meditating his body and mind. He spent most of his days doing physical enhancement exercises, he needed to make sure his body was honed to perfection once he made his escape. When the yokai would walk past, pacing back and forth from the end of the hallway and to his door, he would run in place to increase his stamina.

The sprint was going to be a long one, and without magic, getting through the swamps was going to be next to impossible, but he would find a way. He didn't think that anyone would find, or even look for him at this point. The thought brought a bit of depression to his heart, but this was of his own doing.

All in all, this experience would only strengthen his resolve to be more self reliant. realizing that this was part of the job.

He was an expendable resource for the inquisition and danarium in the first place. Finally he was able to accept this fact in his heart.
(Hadraniel Melym)

[17:25:58] The flood of *Mu* reached the center of his bones, and all the world around him was still. He could feel his perceptions and awareness increase the deeper his mind delved into the void. He mind shifted the air around him seamlessly, though the power was still residual he could wield it to do minor tasks. This was going to be his ticket from out the door, his mission was to find a medium to get a message out to his allies.

His hope was that maybe they just didn't know where they were and would come if they had a bit more information on the subject. He continued his combination of his mental and physical drills, doing push ups while using his mental magic to shake the desk in the room slightly. Still a ways to go with the collars around his neck but doing his best to keep active.

"You yokai think that following a human is the wisest choice yeah? Nymus has risen to imperfection while you are here being a grunt for some faggot kid." His words were harsh, but he was understandably bitter about everything, soon he would watch for his opportunity to escape the clutches of this *coven* and make his way home.
(Hadraniel Melym)
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{LOAD GAME}

[19:30:33] Gathering himself, focusing his mind on dominating the room around him. This would be made HIS dominion, this would be something that HE would control until he was broken. He felt the force of *Mu* feel him with confidence in his eventual escape. The desk would move with a bit more force than normal, but not enough to be significant. He smiled at himself, looking at them and harboring the most violent kind of contempt. He wondered what kind of *experiments* that the young Malpercian was speaking on. If anything it would most likely be to further the power of his curse, probably dealing with the effects of yokai power inside of a human.

According to the reports, the wife of Dominic was altered with yokai dna, turning her into a hybrid monster. His concern was the mixing of his holy energy and the occult magic he KNEW was going to be used on his body. The pain was going to be unimaginable, but he was going to have to bear it.

Any information they wanted was going to be withheld to the best of his ability, his training made to bolster his mental fortitude to the torture. He could tell from the vibes that writhed in the air that the people he was dealing with were more sadistic than he was.

It was gonna be one hell of a ride.
(Hadraniel Melym)

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