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The chat's topic is: Carved from the mountainside, the monolithic stronghold looms in silent majesty. [Weather: Light snowfall. EVENTS: Quest tonight! Start time: 6PM-7PM EST.]

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Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : wh 😀 -- will post to you who has posted]

сѧoιмнe : thaaaank you! ]

DuräŋgoBläck : Wh Cao!! )

сѧoιмнe : Thanks Dura <333]

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę«Ŗл : Wh Caoi))

Alberdine : welcome homes! ]]

сѧoιмнe : Thank you, sweet Albe~]

DuräŋgoBläck : BRB, heading home )

Alberdine : {{ The dancer of death was obstinate. Perhaps to a fault even. There was something deeply rooted within the macabre motions of the woman that refused to break such habits. But she had shown subtle telling signs that something was different, that the well composed orchestrator was feeling tired. There was a troublesome weight that had been plaguing the woman, but like any meticulous demeanor would allow, she still wished to cross her t’s and dot her i’s. The list was piling up for the necromancer, but with each ticking second, it was a small whisper reminding her that it was slipping. Actions needed to be taken quickly and this one was of great importance. Carrick had made miraculous strides to decode the location that would help reveal the necessary amulet. Even in the face of all the struggles, it did seem that through tribulations, progress was being made. It was the slow perseverance that would always come to a victorious wave. It was one thing she had known well of this =

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Alberdine : empire and the citizens within. The steel gray hues would be cast around to those that gathered at the base camp. Some faces she recognized while others were newer. She had failed in some of her duties and being ever present within the day to day eye had been minimal. The moniker of being the unseen hand within the castle walls, was truer than ever. She had been trapped doing the silent biding that was always took her focus, ones demanded by the Monarch, but more recently her own personal quests that she needed to straighten. Even under these circumstances, it almost felt better to be outside than within the cloak of shadows. Befitting of her deportment, the deathly grasp of winter air would make her feel alive and rejuvenated. }}

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ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę«Ŗл : Wh Mal*punches and offer booze afterwards*))

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ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę«Ŗл : wh Wren))

сѧoιмнe : -clings to Wren-]

Wяen·Vαskαяis : -clings back- )

Mɑlhiɳ : punches ]]

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Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : welcome]

Rin : Welcome!))

сѧoιмнe : :: The Oneiromancer stood sentry to one side of the Wraith, inky black hues staring forward at the approaching soldiers. Varying from the eldritch and archane to nimble and vicious, the assembled lot covered a vast array of talents and skills. Caoimhe’s features were lucent in the night, marble-white skin acting as a beacon to those approaching. Though somewhat vacant, the dream weaver’s expression was serene and welcoming. Standing sentry to one side of Carrick at the nape of -c

сѧoιмнe : the woods’ neck, her long willowy hands clasped in front of a length of semi-transparent nightcloth. With a slick surface, deep hues of violet, indigo, malachite and glints of red shimmered in a slow wavering flicker across the fabric. Overhead, the scintilla glimmered, ominous voyeurs to the realm’s events. For months, the realm’s sleeping citizens had gifted her their somnolent woolgathering. Caoimhe glided on whispering sands. Long, thick ropes of sand curled outward from -c

сѧoιмнe : the withy hem of her cloak, roiling with agitated grace. Dark clouds in the color of pitch were discernible by their outlines, cast in heavy contrast by moonlight. Garrick arrived, followed by Eve, Durango, Galadriel, Eris, and Alberdine. Still more were joining, approaching with the grim and dutiful expressions befitting their collective task. Of Caoimhe’s greatest concern was the welfare of her closest friends, Wren and Carrick. Both having sheltered her and, on one or two -c

сѧoιмнe : occasions, kept her from ‘ending up dead in a ditch somewhere.’ Unseen, but nearby, lingered her gravest sister: Death, the only god to come every time she was called. ::

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DuräŋgoBläck : Home! )

сѧoιмнe : Welcome back, Dura]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : wb]

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Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : waiting for 2 more people]

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Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : welcome everyone]

DuräŋgoBläck : ?? )

Ģaladrįeł·Ŗaveŋeyę : Just as a side note to everyone: Galadriel signed up for the Quest under the psuedonym "The Falcon" as not many people know shes 'back' in Deathstalker yet))

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : it's all good 😀]

Mɑlhiɳ : The loud mouth was leaning against a tree taking a dagger to a piece of wood. Idol hand really. The Commander of the Warriors of the Axe was called to serve her militant duty and being the crazed wild creature was not a bad way to spend her night. It could have been better to be within the bar though. Her normal nightly shenanigans with Hine and Signe. Fighting whatever loud mouth crossed her and being as obnoxious about it as possible.  But the Bjarni was seeing this chance at an epic fight for the entertainment that it would provide her. One more way to be that unpredictable battle axe. She did wish that her companions had joined this venture, but the vargen would her lone wolf status. Ready to spill blood in the sake of her chieftain’s chieftain. She was curious just what this quest would hold for her truthfully. The last few had always ended up with stories to tell. =e=

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : It was through trial and error that the contents of the vial won at the Summer Tournament was unraveled. And thus, by doing so; a series of ‘events’ toward the south were triggered. Villages burned. Bodies were set afire. The ancient forests of the south silently screamed as igneous flames licked away at their aged legions. These fires were not considered quotidian by any means. Especially since it was out of season for these fires to spread so rampantly. They were considered isolated incidents and that was what drew the attention of the Arcane Order, as well as those of the Crown. But mind you, this was exactly what the heavenly stratosphere intended; for the amulets of power had been distributed amid the continent of Larlandarl. The trial was set [c]

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Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : it errored...]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : gj OA, you piece of shit]

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Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : into motion. Thus, with the vial opened and translated – a map had been revealed and with Alberdine Rainer and Carrick Vaskaris’ efforts they were able to decode the archaic language to reveal that the first amulet of power was in the south. Although, as to what element it belonged to wasn’t that hard to figure out … and those of the eldritch turned their attention to the burning woodlands. // [ https://i.imgur.com/DofjEoY.png ] A division of highly skilled men and women had signed up for the Crown’s request for brave heroes to face the treacherous woodlands of the south. This venture was quite like what transpired within the east, Tenoch Desert but this time; instead of dunes of sand, thick forestry and sharp teeth of the creatures lurking within the [c]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : forest awaited them. // Of course, proper measures had been taken all around and the Winter Archmage turned his hooded head towards those arriving at the threshold of the forest. Amid those gathering was Caoihme and Wren Vaskaris. Caoihme was a strong force, a sandwalker. And Wren, Carrick’s sister, had been blessed with a draconic weapon. Though, to the surly warlock – it didn’t fucking matter how skilled the pair of them were. To him, they were his family … … and he couldn’t risk losing ANYMORE family. But, you know. Under his nose Ophelia, his dearest paramour and mother of their child Beastie aka Irene, had signed up both women to succor Carrick in this venture whilst she stayed at home guarding their little one. Urrrgh. Though, let’s not see [c]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : them as damsels – they were more than capable of sending others to their grave; along with others of the Empire accompanying the imperial cavalcade. Eventually, paths had been cleared [well, as clear as they could get in.] After that it was up to them to clear away the burnt brush and shield themselves from the heavy aftermath of ash collecting in the air. It wasn’t an eesome sight to behold for anyone first arriving to the scene. Where once thick woodlands prospered – jagged, black needles remained in the aftermath; jutting up from ash covered hills against an overcast sky due to the heavy billowing smoke in the distance. And, with everyone gathered wards were set upon each individual by the Leader of Aegis Warden, Carrick, and his sister, Wren; allowing [c]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : them to breathe through the heavy ash filled air. They were all waiting. Waiting for what? For the first telltale sign of another fire and when it arrived – its brightness was seen upon the horizon. Yet, the fire starter, or rather, starters [4 in total] [ https://i.imgur.com/p0gBjjG.png ] [current HP, 2 a piece] had been sighted by imperial guards perched high above those remaining treetops, It was reported that wargs covered in flames ran amuck in the distance. Though, they were smaller compared to the approach of a bigger malefic force that accompanied the small pack. It had the silhouette of a warg but it was bigger, scarier and was said to hold intelligence. That was where the group of men and women would head and off, and what they [c]

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Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : were met with upon arrival was a flaming, skeletal warg with its pack at its heels spewing fire in every direction. [ https://i.imgur.com/UEiFsFo.png ] [current HP 8] // And there it was, upon the emergence of the skeletal warg and its pack; the evoker drew his attention towards them, spindly hands held out before him as he drew up another ward of protection, “… fuckin’ novel.” he’d murmur, his asperous voice creeping out from underneath the umbra of his hood in pure annoyance. One by one, the pack separated by the guidance of their leader – the first one headed into Eris and Garrick’s direction, the second headed toward Galadriel, the third headed towards the hellhound Durango and necromancer Alberdine as well as Malhin, and the fourth headed [c]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : toward Wren, Caoimhe, and Carrick. As for their leader? It stood back, growling – baring its fangs as it summoned a ring of fire around itself. All four flaming wargs spewed fireballs at their intended targets and from there – the fight would begin. [e]

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ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę«Ŗл : wb))

сѧoιмнe : Welcome back]

ƛllɩsoȵ Fʀosʈ : ty and sorry - Son took over keyboard. )

ƛllɩsoȵ Fʀosʈ : @__@ )

сѧoιмнe : been there. x.x]

DuräŋgoBläck : OH OH!.. I WANNA EAT IT! )

Rin : No eating her son))

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : You can eat the fiery wargs when they die lol]

DuräŋgoBläck : I wanna eat it now! *bounces around while waiting* )

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : go roll your dice to see if you hit it or if you're hit]

Ģaladrįeł·Ŗaveŋeyę : They might give you... Heart Burn! AHAHAHAHAHAHA))

Ģaladrįeł·Ŗaveŋeyę : *cartwheels around*))

сѧoιмнe : -shushes OOC with love-]

Jαƌϵ : -rubs her eyes- )

ƛllɩsoȵ Fʀosʈ : -glomps- )

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę«Ŗл : AS everyone finally gathered together Garrick looked around nodding his head to those he knew like Rango and Malhin as well as Alberdine, Carrick, teh others received a nod just as his attention was brough forward as beast's emerged from teh burned tree's. Holding his mace for now he would step toward the coming warg with a smile when it spewed fire teh mace reacted to the increase in heat slowly cooling but it's effect was limited. The fireball would smack into him first since

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę«Ŗл : He went up to bat only to lose as fire burned away his silk shirt and several layers of skin and pushed him back several feet to land on one knee<E>

𝓔𝓿𝓮 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 : I'm back }}

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : wb]

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Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : wh! 😀]

𝓔𝓿𝓮 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 : Ty can I still join or is it almost over already

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : You can still join]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : It's your post, go ahead]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : You dodged the monster and hit one, so go ahead and say you hit a warg]

𝓔𝓿𝓮 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 : okay writting know }}

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ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę«Ŗл : wh Val))

𝓔𝓿𝓮 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 She had barely missed being hit by one of the wrag’s. They were big and made of fire and other things it seemed. She shifted jumped and used a claw to come at one slicing if possible through one. It hurt as fire erupted from her paw. Witch had never happened before. She was still learning about her new powers. She slid on all 4 paws backwards to stand near the rest of people that were fighting the wrag alongside her. It was still not sure were these things came from but she would always fight besides all these people from Immortalis. {d} {sorry so short }

Ԑꭆɩᴤ♥ŁɛϺⱺꭆтɛ : Welcome home, saxy. ]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : short is fine! 😀]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : it's welcome!]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : wh, valance]

сѧoιмнe : Welcome home, Val]

DuräŋgoBläck : *He kept his wits about him, his demeanor was cool and the dog was asleep. No one ever paid much mind to the dog in the group. He was there to be there, right?! He listened to the sounds around him and pinpointed each heart beat he could pick up. The scents that assaulted his nose and then he caught it, flames. Those canine eyes opened, to reveal that one single silver hue and that other, which was just a black marble. Slowly the dog moved to stand up from where he had laid curled up. He didn't realize that this was a Warg, all he saw was the lames. Felt the heat that they emitted and his maw opened, canine lips parted as a darkened drool fell to the ground. That dark tongue flicked out to lick at his maw as he moved to step towards the creature. There was a hint of sulfur, treats! Flames! It was like a toddler seeing it's favorite cotton candy and he wasted no time in rushing the beast. Running towards it as he suddenly ducked down in case it bit at him to come up from under it.*C

Ðᴙϵɴαı·Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : welcome home son. 😎 ]

DuräŋgoBläck : *Those jaws locking down the moment they touch that flaming flesh. Sharp canine teeth bit through the flames as he tore through muscles to rip apart the main veins, arterial or jugular. The feeling of those flames as he inhaled was marvelous as he pulled in the heat to empower himself as he made sure his jaws were good and locked before turning his head to force the creatures head to bow down, exposing it completely and yet blocking him incase anyone threw anything at it.* E

Ѵɑᴌɑɴсϵ Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : Father. ]]

Ģaladrįeł·Ŗaveŋeyę : [- She had only just arrived at the forest, the blackened boughs stinking of a fresh wildfire before the the firestarters themselves emerged. She had but a moment to react as one of the smaller ones came charging at her, flames dancing in the air around it, the very heat it offput causing the air to distort. Its maw opened, the flames seeming to grow more intense around its mouth before a sphere of fire was ejected. She reacted quickly, squeezing her thighs tightly to the -c-

Ģaladrįeł·Ŗaveŋeyę : chestnut mare and whistling. The horse pivoted and began to gallop and she felt the fireball singe the air near her. She drew her bow just in time to see the beast be tackled to the ground and savaged, pulling the string back in an easy motion she let fly a black fletched arrow. It whistled through the air and struck the war in the temple, embeding itself with a wet thunk. The man savaging the warg might have felt the tickle of the fether used to fletch the arrow as it -c-

Ģaladrįeł·Ŗaveŋeyę : tickled his ear in its trejectory -]

Ԑꭆɩᴤ♥ŁɛϺⱺꭆтɛ : Of the husband and wife pairing, Garrick was the social butterfly.  So, while he made his rounds and greeted those he knew, Eris pasted a pleasant smile on her face and did the same – albeit to everyone at large versus someone in particular.  Though she knew a face or two – like Durango.  Odd place for the Tailor, as it were.  Venturing further into the Woodland with the rest of the group, Eris felt Carrick’s magic descend upon her being and shifted her icy gaze toward the Winter Archmage.  Momentarily.  Or, shall we say, until the ten-foot flamer decided to make an entrance with his pack of emos.  While the pack split off, each warg singling out a pair of adventures, Eris carefully dismounted Gambit and kept tabs on each.  Her attention shifted however, when the warg that had singled out her and Garrick tried to roast her husband.  (c

Ԑꭆɩᴤ♥ŁɛϺⱺꭆтɛ : “I don’t know where the FUCK …”  She was technically mumbling under her breath, but it was enough that it could be noticed – if one wasn’t busy with a flamer.  Gritting her teeth, Eris shifted her stance and made to rush the creature.  “you think you get off …”  As she passed Garrick, whom was downed upon a knee, she danced in closer to him and snatched the mace he’d been hefting when he’d been fire bombed.  “Burning my favorite silk shirt AND my husband …”  As she came within striking distance, the mace was swung hard and underhanded, brought up in a wide, vicious arc aimed for the underside of the warg’s head.  “But you can just go right the fuck back where you came from with that shit!”  The mace connected with the warg’s head in a resounding thud and a sort of ‘squishing’ sound as she reduced it to a heaping puddle. (c

Ԑꭆɩᴤ♥ŁɛϺⱺꭆтɛ : Her gaze training on the larger creature, Eris took several steps back until she was side by side with Garrick.  Making certain her vampire would survive another round, much less another day, she handed the mace back with a sweet smile.

Alberdine : {{Fingers began to twitch, and the delicate dancing of digits would mirror the motion of plucking a string. The smell of death and decay was around them, but it was suitable for the puppeteer. The penetrating arches that came in the desperate pleas, fueled her arcane contortions and only made them stronger. An obsidian ooze would puddle up from the ground, bubbling like water from a pot. It settled on the soil before form was taken in the shape of deformed joints. Attempting to holding down upon the wargs, the sprouted talons did the biding of the necromancer and death grips fervently searched for the life force to drain. But it was the stronger effects of others that would see to one death and the tally that would be made as the night progressed. It was not the focus of necessarily the departed being of the warg that she would need to tend to, but it was one that would bring steps closer to the end. }}

сѧoιмнe : :: Caoimhe felt the prickle of heat as the luciferous pack prowled toward them, announced by a slight gradation in climate and the bright, flickering adamantine haze swallowing the forest. The Sandman drew a breath with their approach, radiating equanimity as she exhaled. With an astute inky eye, she noted Eve’s semi-sanctural position and made a last-minute decision to capitalize on it. While the four fire-starters bound toward their various opponents (taking on one to three -c

сѧoιмнe : of the Deathstalker Empire’s finest at a time), Caoimhe vacillated from one side to another before slipping into Carrick’s shadow and erupting out of one of the guards’. Rising from the sands at his feet, she exhaled the silt as it poured off of her brow, lashes, collarbones and shoulders. A gaping, silent yawn pained her features where she rose before the guard, black eyes wide as a pair of willowy arms embraced him. Bringing her lips to his ear, she rasped “Sleep” to him-c

сѧoιмнe : before pulling back to blow dust into his eyes. Catching him as he went limp, the oneiromancer cradled the sleeping guard, internally praising his sacrifice so that she could perform her work. It was in these distracted moments that the searing lash of fire scathed her back. White, glittering sand poured from the gash and the dream weaver curled defensively around the sleeping guard. No sound of protest came as the fine silt rained out of her in an endless stream, but she did -c

сѧoιмнe : move. Light on her feet, the sand walker chased a path toward the safety of Carrick and Wren. Or so it seemed. Taking on the affect of a greater wound than it truly was, Caoimhe depended on the warg’s animal instincts to seek her out as easy prey. Two birds with one stone, given the guard. And if it followed, right into Carrick and Wren’s nocuous hands.::

Mɑlhiɳ : Well at least there was one familiar face as she noticed Garry in the motley crew. She needed to challenge him again once this was over, a small reminder made before the chaos ensued.  But this is where the woman would be her strongest and finest. Like most of her people, they all thrived on the chaos and fed off the warrior cries. There was a shift in the air that had the woman’s neck hairs stand on edge, and soon after she would see why. The wargs made their presence known and 4 of them were hunting just as they were. The Blixt watched as the first warg was taken down. Her axe in hand taking the several swings that was needed to get the faintest drops of blood. It was going to be a long fight and hopefully more opportunities to satisfy her need of carnage. At least something to tell Heine and Signe when this was all over, they really wouldn’t let her hear the end of it if she came back without any bruise or scratches or bloody wounds.=

Mɑlhiɳ : . Scars were like trophies to the Bjarni and Malhin wanted to collect them all. =e=

Wяen·Vαskαяis : There was a perfect way that she and Ophelia could corner Carrick, but it was mainly Wren watching Ophelia doing the poking and prodding. Her cousin stayed back with sweet baby Irene while it was Caoimhe and herself that were sent to help assist her brother. The more he would put up his cranky ways, the harder his counterpart would fight back. She loved her brother dearly, just as she loved Ophelia and her sweet little niece.+

Wяen·Vαskαяis : Family was hers to protect, and even at times if she was the softer spoken of the 3, she was fierce in her devotion to the all. Any that they would cherish, she followed in kind. So this grand adventure was one she was not going to miss out on. It was exciting in some regard, and perhaps she was not overly prepared, even though she thought she was. They had gathered and it was a slow beginning, but once it all began, it was faster than she had anticipated. +

Wяen·Vαskαяis : With the motion of her scepter, the Delphic Healer placed her twisted words to project a prism of light in the direction of the 4th animal heading there way, but it was not before she was able to see Caoimhe use her dreamy abilities to deliver to the hands of her brother and herself. Part of her paused looking to Carrick first. There was that unspoken work that the twins had and they would work in unison in the next steps.  +e+

Aήđєn : -=[ Late, but he was there regardless, Anden didn't take long in catching up to the party and it would seem that his arrival was fortuitous. No missing the stench of the burnt out woods, the scene almost made the firebug sick to his stomach. The sheer loss of life, and the stench of burnt flesh, that was nothing new though and his attention for a moment shifted from husk of woods to where Garrick faltered to a knee. The wall of flame and the you could not miss giant walking =c=

Aήđєn : hulk of bones actually caused him to laugh. The sound vibrant as his ride came to a halt itself and bared a giant pair of fangs. Fingers scratched at the lion like head as he took in exactly who was there and taking stock of the situation at hand. Staff secured across his back and the bag of medical supplies that had been prepared by the others within the healers guild at the wishes of Iella. Anden urged the beast he rode a bit closer towards the others. The heat that radiated =c=

Aήđєn : held no concern to him, it was however the damage it could do to everything else, living and dead that had his attention. The actions of those around him were for the most part confident and thus he was in no hurry, granted Iella's words radiated in his skull when he heard Eris go off on the creature. And he could now safely say he has seen a flaming fanger...  ]=-

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : One by one, the wargs were taken down. They barely had a chance against the prowess of the Empire. But, that didn’t mean they didn’t have a bite to them as they fell. The first one had successfully burnt through Garrick LeMorte’s armor – ultimately wounding him as Eris LeMorte, his paramour, came down in a flurry of storms upon that flaming warg and subdued it with the vengeance of a pissed off wife. CRACK its skull went – rendering it limp and dead, its brains oozing out from the impact. The second warg was downed by the hellhound Durango Black and Galadriel. Bow in hand, Galadriel shot an arrow successfully in the head of the warg – breaking its skull with a sickening pop as the wide maw of the dark canine [c]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : himself, Durango, bit mercilessly into its neck rendering it limp as it fell to the ground – its flames dissipating as it died. Through the chaos, what remaining tinder was around them began to sprout up in flames. It seemed that the leader of the wargs didn’t need to open its jaw to summon forth fire. But thankfully, due to the wards surrounding the group – provided by Carrick and his sister, they were all protected … for now. Yet, because the flames were of a magical origin it was taking much more of a toll upon the archmage’s mana pool than he anticipated and knew that it was only a matter of time before it ran out. Magical suppression upon the land of Larlandarl caused many to be weaker than they [c]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : ought to be, but through joint efforts they all were taking down these fiery wargs set at them by the Crystal Queens faster than they had first predicted. It was as if by some miracle they were all being guided by a celestial hand. Perhaps it was the prayers of the Empyrean Empress or those of the Empire that provided … or some deity that chanced them luck. Whatever it was – the cunty sisters of fate were in the favor of seeing the imperial cavalcade succeed. Although, it was upon Caoimhe knocking out a guard to bring forth her powers of dream that made Carrick snort. AHEM. Poor man. That unconscious guard wouldn’t know the full extent of his contribution to the Crown until he’d be awakened by Caoimhe herself. [c]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : that provided them safety** ... or maybe some deity that chanced them with luck.**]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : Sadly, though, the third fiery warg approaching the dream weaver, Delphic Healer, and Wraith had breached through the barrier surrounding them and burnt up Caoimhe’s backside. “Fuckin’ fuck!” The crotchety warlock growled and in that next instance, he crouched to the ash covered ground – placing his gloved palms upon the burnt soil. Within seconds, an intricate symbol of the arcane had been written by Carrick’s hands and a small geyser of gelid waters were summoned toward the lumbering, fiery beast. Along with the necromancer, Alberdine and Cao as well as Wren – they successful subdued the third one. As for the fourth? It turned on its heel and bared its fangs at Malhin; drool dripping down its began to head towards the warrioress and large white canine Eve Blood. Eve was successful in clawing down the approaching warg but it was quicker and [c]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : it began to head**]

Ѵɑᴌɑɴсϵ Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : :: The Magister of Larlandarl was one of those figures that was both present, yet absent at nearly all times. Always watching, yet never stepping in himself. There was hardly any need. Those few mages that could handle themselves, needed no input. And those that could not? They did not matter. Let the weak succumb to the failures. So it had been, and so it would always be. However, the recent bout of struggles concerning magic within the realm troubled the man. Opting -c-

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : It expeditiously slid past Eve toward Malhin, the leader of the Warriors of the Axe. Its jaw wide, and with fire being summoned from the depths of its throat – it aimed a fireball directly at her chest. Being so close in range, Malhin wouldn’t be able to dodge this and no strumming of eldritch power could save her. Fireballs were spit up at her and her flesh was burnt, searing through her muscle and bone. But the beast didn’t stop there; it widened its maw further and cleaved through the center of Malhin’s burning body – snapping her in half – her bones ultimately being crushed as the fiery warg fought against the brave Bjarni warrior. Loss was always something that happened and while it wasn’t a pretty sight – those who swore fealty to the Crown knew their end when going upon such a journey as this … one just never expected to see a Bjarni fall. But what a brave fall [c]

Ѵɑᴌɑɴсϵ Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : instead now to take matters into his own hands, Valance had a grand plan, befitting of being one of Mystra's Chosen. The only question now, was whether he could secure a location for such a thing. That would come in time, he mused. Standing nearly seven feet tall himself, which put him smaller than both his twin and their father, Valance was tall by any human standards. But he was not fully human. Thin, although not frail, the sword at his hip was a remind that a mage of -c-

Ѵɑᴌɑɴсϵ Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : his status could still wield a weapon. As spells were not always suitable. But the reason for his venture outward into the world, away from the confines of his library, study, or perhaps the library of Immortalis, was the result of a missive that happened to find its way to his gloved hand. Rare for someone to seek him out, knowing exactly who he was, and rarer yet, the source. A Crytikos, of all people. The subject was most peculiar as well. Glancing toward the towering -c-

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : it would be; because the woman wouldn’t go down without a fight – her hands digging into the eyeballs of the warg, rendering it blind as she too burned alive, giving others a fighting chance to finish it off as she was consumed by the flames and taken to Valhalla. Others watched on in horror as the brave warrioress Malhin was consumed by flames but those who knew her knew she would have a warrior’s pyre and that her legacy would live on. The fourth warg was rendered blind and with its pack almost null – the leader came forth from the ring of fire it had summoned. It howled, howled for the loss of its companions and it ran forth causing the ground to tremor and by opening its mouth again; several balls of fire were released into the air. But it hit no targets. No. It went directly to the skies above and within moments a tornado of fire came forth, blazing towards the group of [c]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : imperial heroes. And that water that Carrick had summoned? It was useless against the raging tornado of flames that barreled towards the group. What would they do? How would they take it out? [3 wargs, dead 1 warg with 1 hit point – big baddie with flaming tornado 8 HP – figure out the weakness other than water] [e]

Ѵɑᴌɑɴсϵ Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : monolithic structure, an amused, though clearly self assured and arrogant chuckle, escaped him. Mages and their towers. While Valance knew the Arcane Order had been named after a certain Arcane Prince, he found himself uncaring as to the inhabitants of those pretentious mages. Thus, the man found his steps carrying toward the last known whereabouts of a certain woman who had arrived not more than a day or two ago. She was of keen interest to Valance. ::

Ʌlαυпєуl : .:{ “Carrick Vaskaris is assisting the plans of the Empress this evening, my Lord,” Alauneyl had offered to the Titan as they fell into stride outside the man’s office. She’d been waiting for him on the hall, staring blankly at the sentinels that guarded the door. Though Alauneyl knew that she’d almost certainly be allowed entrance to the man’s office if she’d requested it, the drowess had only been inside the room once before, and had no wish to be reminded of a time <c>

Ʌlαυпєуl : Drarathon toted her around like a doll, another pawn in his game. Coolly the small woman continued while she took large steps to keep in time with the Emperor’s own humongous strides, “He’s taken several of the more prominent people in the city with him, and I suspect they’ll achieve victory without trouble.” She’d made a point of avoiding the behemoth of a man beside her when at all possible, if only due entirely to the fact that she knew the Nephilim wasn’t an idiot, <c>

Ʌlαυпєуl : keener than he let on; even if he hadn’t heard directly, someone, somewhere, had loose lips, especially if the Emperor’s hand was behind the coin or blade offered to them. She had decided if she kept her reports concise and allowed for as much distance between them that might afford her a quick duck if he chose to try and beat her. It wasn’t as if she’d planned on fucking Wrath, much less ending up with his child, though it was early enough yet that she could hide the <c>

Ʌlαυпєуl : signs by cinching her cuirass tight against her budding stomach. “But above all that, I have something important to show you. I trust you’ll like what it is.” With quick steps, Alauneyl led the man towards the exit of the castle, making to walk towards the noble quarter, and specifically, the Crytikos house. }:.

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Ðᴙϵɴαı·Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : :: The one-eyed Tyrant stalked across the granite, venturing down the hallway with a martial stride while the Dragon Knight beside him elaborated on matters of state and intrigue.  As was often the case with men of power, they listened more than they spoke. Naturally the fierce Nephilim could be boisterous and violent, should the need arise. Should it be required of him. But in this web of conspiracy and collusion, where friends became foes and pieces on the board were maneuvered subtly in keeping with whatever agenda he had in play, the Emperor found himself increasingly contemplative. >>

Ðᴙϵɴαı·Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : >> Occasionally nodding as the Drow continued with various pieces of intel that she believed to be pertinent to the Emperor. The dark armoured figure considering her words thoughtfully. In truth, Drenai had nothing to say about the those who’d ventured off at the behest of the sorcerer. He didn’t care. His expression blank. Of far more interest to him was his own son, the Imperial Prince and current General of the North: Wrath Deathstalker. >>

Ðᴙϵɴαı·Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : >> Was it worth saying anything about Alauneyl’s pregnancy? At this point no. Even after he’d initially instructed her to stay away from him. The Tyrant exhaling as his crimson cloak dragged across the grounds of the castle, until Drenai and her ventured beyond the prodigious stronghold, out into the courtyard with the apparent intent on reaching the Crytikos Estate. “Why are you bringing me here, General?” Enquired the Axe-Man. Recognising the name of the Heretic Prince. ::

Ðᴙϵɴαı·Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : ^about those ]

ƛllɩsoȵ Fʀosʈ : [Rian assured her that she would eventually become used to the evil that lurked within the Crytikos estate and perhaps he was right. To her own horror, she found herself “conversing” with the mangled staff members on more than one occasion. Of course they didn’t talk back! But they were damn good listeners. “So, what exactly is in that basement of his?” Her dark gaze lingered upon the creature who had not but two upper teeth and NO lower jaw whatsoever. It’s tongue <c>

ƛllɩsoȵ Fʀosʈ : haphazardly hung down the length of its neck – dry as parchment paper. Sunken eyeballs were barely visible inside cracked bone but Allie was truly convinced it was enjoying her company, regardless. “He seems too prudish to keep women down there. I don’t think that is it. Souls trapped in jars? His uncle?” The possibilities were endless and rather exciting to imagine, especially since she had spent the last several hours talking to an unresponsive corpse. Pulling in her <c>

ƛllɩsoȵ Fʀosʈ : waist, the raven-haired True Brujah abruptly sat up fully in her chair with the epiphany that she was leaving the house for the night. Finally, she stood. “Please don’t misunderstand – you are great.” Reassuring the company of the corpse who just stared blankly at her, his arm quite possibly having rotted off and fallen to the floor right at that moment. “I just need to get a breath of fresh air. Annnnnnd – perhaps a peek in the basement. Maybe not.” She raised a hand and <c>

ƛllɩsoȵ Fʀosʈ : cupped it around the side of her lips, “Don’t tell or I’ll rip the upper half of your jaw off.” She would whisper sweetly to the creature before whipping around on one heel and exiting the living room. Rian was nowhere to be found and she couldn’t sense his presence, even as her footsteps very cautiously took her to the end of a hallway that she assumed led to the basement. It was the only part of the estate she had not explored. What did she have to fear? She was a <c>

ƛllɩsoȵ Fʀosʈ : direct descendant of Immitus. She would fucking rip it’s head off – whatever it was.]

ƛllɩsoȵ Fʀosʈ : *its )

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Ѵɑᴌɑɴсϵ Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : :: If there was one thing Valance could sense within this world, it was magic. Be that people, or items. One of the few gifts given to him, guiding him toward those that could serve a greater purpose. It was that very reason Valance found himself at the Crytikos Villa, all but abandoned it seemed. Except the shambling corpses that roamed about simply because they were being guided by long forgotten forces to maintain the property to some degree. Rian himself, didn't even -c-

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Ѵɑᴌɑɴсϵ Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : appear to be present within, which was no surprise. While Valance, knowing of that family line, kept an eye on those who were skilled in the arcane, be they suitable to society or not, even if they had only met a few times, and briefly those times. There was a prying into magics that Valance possessed, something that many found off putting as he stared into their eyes as if he looked beyond them, into their minds and soul. There was something within those walls that caught -c-

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Ѵɑᴌɑɴсϵ Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : his attention though. The Frost girl, he had been informed about. Possessing a talent that could be far utilized in his own plans. Attention however turned, behind him, as the sense of an artifact so power it shook worlds, and beyond, tugged at him. Very few things could do that. But Soul Bleeder was such an item. Such a weapon. He knew the weapon intimately, though that secret was kept hidden from the world save for one other. It would ruin the legend of the weapon, and -c-

Ԑꭆɩᴤ♥ŁɛϺⱺꭆтɛ : Chaos exploded around her.  Beautiful.  Sweet.  Chaos.  As the world around her descended into the yawning maw, Eris’ perception of the situation became clearer.  This was her element.  Her nature.  Icy hues, seemingly bright with the high of energy around her, took in the unfolding scene.  Garrick was seriously singed, and, via his vampiric ability, no doubt slowly healing.  Three of the four wargs were now dead.  The fourth one appearing to be blind after having torn through Mahlin – A Bjarni that was unknown to her, though undoubtedly known by her husband.  For that reason, and for simply being a fallen comrade, Eris ached.  The fall of his emo pack had the resident flamer getting pissy, however. (c

Ԑꭆɩᴤ♥ŁɛϺⱺꭆтɛ : So there was no real time to focus on that.  Those around her gathering themselves for the next attack, or perhaps preparing to defend if they were injured, brought about a singular thought from Eris.  Battery.  Everyone needed a pick-me-up for what was to come.  Looking at Garrick for a moment, Eris turned.  “I have an idea…”  Her gaze swept the group of Heroes around her until she spotted Carrick in the mix.  Moving hastily away from the fray, she called out to the Winter Archmage.  “Carrick!  Remember Gabbie’s return?!”  She wasn’t really going to take the time to explain it, so she hoped that by watching her, he’d get the picture.  Once Eris found a spot a little distance away from everything – not so far as to be too far to get attacked, but also not right in the mix – she settled onto her knees.  She was going to have to work quickly to draw enough energy to fuel everyone that needed the jump.  (c

Ѵɑᴌɑɴсϵ Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : that didn't serve any of them. His face stoic and emotionless, it seemed as if he had not a care in the world for what went on around him. The eyes however, showed a difference. A depth and power that could only befit those who had spent centuries learning and studying. What were they doing here... Though he suspected they'd ask the same of him. The shorter one however garnered more of his attention. He knew the behemoth. But the drow? Only in passing stories. ::

Ԑꭆɩᴤ♥ŁɛϺⱺꭆтɛ : So she was forced to trust those around her would take up some form of guard once they realized what was going on.  Closing her eyes, Eris opened herself up to the Chaos that surrounded her and sank her proverbial fingers into the weave of magic that made up the world around her.  While the Chaos around her helped fuel her efforts being what she was, the transferal of energy was going to be hell on her in terms of staying conscious.

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Ʌlαυпєуl : .:{ Alauneyl wasn’t sure how to read the Emperor’s silence. In her experience, it never bade well for the person it was directed at, and it was often followed by cruel cunning or explosive violence. This chilly evening, the drowess was not convinced the silence was not meant for her. Yet, the drowess had a plan, cunning and ambitious in her own right, and she sincerely hoped this would break the stony silence from the Titan. As the gates of the all but abandoned house <c>

Ʌlαυпєуl : rose before them, Alauneyl swore the chill in the air doubled, and once in the courtyard, plumes of vapor left her nostrils on each exhale grew in size. The chill was not just in her mind. “The Heretic Prince’s nephew has invited someone of interest to your empire, Majesty. I believe your son, Valance, has taken particular interest in the visitor.” To what degree, she couldn’t be sure, yet fate saw to show them just what his horse in this race was almost immediately. <c>

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę«Ŗл : His eyes were wide teh pain that now traveled through his body was immense but would that stop the vampire no, what was a bit of burnt flesh. Just was he was about to stand back up through the pain Eris passed him snatching his mace from his hand and delivering a fatal blow to teh Warg who had set fire to his cloth and skin. IT was the words from that made that famous smile of his show up.

Ʌlαυпєуl : All the same, she strode forward to press open one of the large double doors to the estate, head turning to regard Valance Deathstalker for the first time in her life, pegging him for the size of him, the dark hair shared with his father. "Well? Aren't you here to see Rian's visitor as well?" A brow quirked expectantly, she laid her shoulder into the door, foregoing knocking, as she called with righteous air, "The Emperor sees fit to grace your home with his presence! <c>

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę«Ŗл : After all it was all done with love, teh way she swung his mace in such beautiful fashion, one couldn;t help but be completely drawn to her if it wasn;t for the remaining Warg's he would have kiss her to no end. But as she called to Carrick about Gabby's revival, his mind played back those moments and he wrapped his right hand around his mace. His left coming to grip teh hilt to teh sword that now laid at his backside pulling to free from teh charred sheathe.<C>

Ʌlαυпєуl : Where is your guest?!" The undead servants that had stopped and become defensive in posture at Alauneyl's trespass had almost immediately relaxed when she announced she was accompanying the Emperor. "Go on," she snapped at the creatures despite the unease their milky gazes warranted in her, "Go get her!" }{

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę«Ŗл : Takinging up a somewaht deense postion between his wife and teh giant Warg for now<E>

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę«Ŗл : defensive*))

𝓔𝓿𝓮 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 She had watched as the woman {Malhin} go up in flames after her body was broken. She ducked down and watched as the tornado of fire came at them. She watched everything around her for the moment before she came up beside the other people fighting the Wrag’s. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen but she dove for one of the wrag’s legs and bit down hard. She could handle the flames because of her new abilities. But she would use the strength of her wolf to cause any amount of damage she could. She would use her claws as well to tear and cause more damage then her bit would would. She was just looking for any advantage she could. {d} {Sorry couldn’t help it she is a big wolf at the moment.}

Ðᴙϵɴαı·Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : :: Those with an ounce of common sense knew Drenai by reputation, if not specifically by his physical appearance. He was the man who’d conquered the continent, who’d broken the spines of nations, who’d obliterated his enemies and wore their skulls as trophies. Lauding his Imperial might from a lofty chair known as the Throne of Bones. The gleaming black metal of the plate covering his bulky frame, was embossed with a motif of warring dragons and demons, etched deep into the steel. Thereafter was the dread weapon on his back. >>

DuräŋgoBläck : *Everything always seemed to be just a blurr of things when it came to these quest. Only the mortal plane walkers understood the concepts of them and knew how they worked. He ended up in some sort up mind blurred daze and walked like in auto mode. So that was what he was doing, following, and pushing aside his normal fears. The cyclone of flames that erupted to life and called to him, were suddenly extinguished by this.. earthen magic that suffocated the flames and snuffed them into nothing! But he moved on, not having had a chance to eat the newly dead bodies. He pushed on despite the cold that chilled at his bones and the heat that licked at his face. He moved around everyone, lurking back in the shadows. Moving behind this big ol bad being until he could lunge forward while it was distracted. That's when he had a chance to suddenly open those powerful jaws of his and clamp them down shut against a back leg of the beast. Which back leg? He had no idea which one, he had jumped in*C

Ðᴙϵɴαı·Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : >> A monolithic guillotine that shattered confidence, broke resolve and undermined false courage in other men. Soul Bleeder was the inconvenient reality that others sought to forget. Ignoring its existence because it gave their delusions more credence. Yet the nigh mythical axe demanded recognition. Thus its thirst for the crimson life essence of defiant conspirators, meant that when the political games were over, Drenai Deathstalker would meet their gaze with contempt in the knowledge his face would be the last they ever saw. >>

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Ðᴙϵɴαı·Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : >> Having become a malevolent and hateful man over the centuries, for his time in the Abyss had not been kind, aging the Nephilim by approximately ten years, so he appeared in his forties; it was no small wonder that Alauneyl had become somewhat of a kindred spirit to The Deathstalker. For she was neither kind nor prone to mercy either.  As they came upon the aforementioned Crytikos Estate on horseback, the square jawed Tyrant gritted his teeth, recalling how Casim had departed his Empire long ago. “Oathbreaker,” Drenai grunted as he stared at the door, >>

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Ðᴙϵɴαı·Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : >> after they’d dismounted from their saddles. Still not quite believing that he was indulging Alauneyl by coming here at all. What purpose could warrant the Emperor’s presence? He wondered. Then the General of the South explained. “Valance you say?” A stern brow risen. The Titan having spent so much time fixating on Wrath, that he’d almost forgotten about the arcane twin. “The plot thickens then…” Remarked Drenai. “Although I confess, I still hate coming here. The house brings back memories I’d rather forget.” He admitted. >>

DuräŋgoBläck : *blindly and that was just not meant metaphorically. He breathed in what he had excepted to be flames and heat to be stifled with sand and other earthen delights. Sand, grass, dirt, rocks, microscopic rocks, but he could feel it all. He was not accustomed it to and found himself coughing as he struggled to keep a hold on that back leg, trying to pull it free as his lungs filled with the surrounding air and he felt that heat begin to cool down.* E

Ðᴙϵɴαı·Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : >> As to the identity of the visitor, Drenai was clueless. His cloak billowing as he rose the steps leading to the doors, and inevitably Rian’s home. Following Alauneyl inside. Soaking up the weight and atmosphere of the manor. Then a calculating singular eye befell his mighty spawn. Meeting the gaze of Valance Deathstalker. “Hello son,” greeted the Emperor sternly. Ignoring the unsettling mood of the Crytikos Estate. The hairs on his arm beneath one of gauntlets, starting to bristle. Something wasn’t right. Then it never had been here. Not ever. ::

Ģaladrįeł·Ŗaveŋeyę : [- She saw the great beast come from behind its wall of fire, and steeled herself. Her horse whinnied nervously, and began to shuffle a bit but a simple squeeze of her thighs kept it steady. Perhaps it was training, or trust, but the horse did as she wanted and stayed put. She saw the flames come from the great beast, and was about to spur the mare into movement but instead of being directed at her or her current companions the fire instead flew into the sky.. and something -c-

Ģaladrįeł·Ŗaveŋeyę : much worse then a fireball was created. A gigantic spinning twister of flame an ember touched down and began to whip across the battlefield. Her silver eyes darted back and forth, and she was about to spur her horse into a movement away from the battlefield before she felt the tugs of magic on the fabric of reality. The air around the mages seemed to distort and twist and a gigantic storm of sand and earth swept across the field and collided with the twisting mass of fire..-c-

Ģaladrįeł·Ŗaveŋeyę : and then they were both gone. She knew she might have only a moment to strike, and with the speed that only hundreds of years of battle experience could give she knocked two arrows and fired at the beast. The first was tipped with an explosive arrowhead, and she aimed this for the vertibre at the base of the beasts neck, and the second was an arrow that split into four different arrows, all propelled by magic. She aimed this for the vertibre surronding the point of impact of -c

Ģaladrįeł·Ŗaveŋeyę : the explosive one. She then slung her bow across her back and drew her longsword, preparing to use it if need be but she made no move to charge in yet, prefering not to close in on something that big -]

сѧoιмнe : :: The gale force of the tempestuous tornado pulled around all of them, robbing them of clean air to breathe and turning the scene into an infernal vacuum. Carrick had dealt with the third warg at her heels with no less acerbic bereavement than expected. If she were prone to sarcasm, she might have commented about the rare pluck of his temper on her behalf, but Caoimhe was still vacant-minded when it came to the craft of sarcasm. A distinct pull on her attention cemented her -c

сѧoιмнe : feet, tugging on the heartstrings of every witness who heard the Bjarni’s cry. Caoimhe’s sister, Death, had been prowling at the edges of the scene. Lingering near Alberdine out of comfort, alerting Dream (Caoimhe) to the inevitability that -someone- would die in this fight. Three wargs and Mal to be escorted by Death. Without time to mourn, the group’s collected efforts shifted. Feeling the definitive shift of the woven ethereal tapestry that bound them, Caoimhe relaxed -c

сѧoιмнe : it. She wove herself right in, creating a bond to the provided mana pool to draw from. Passing along visions of serenity, calm and trust, Caoimhe thanked Eris. Feeling a surge of power that surpassed that provided by the sleeping guard, Caoimhe’s thin digits began plucking at her stores. Crossing her arms over her chest so that she could reach into the gaping lengths of sleeve at either side, Dream’s warbled voice summoned Carrick’s attention. Drawing both hands out from the -c

сѧoιмнe : confines of her sleeves, fine sand poured endlessly from her palms, which she held open toward him. “Take it.” she breathed as sand dripped off of her fingertips. “Help us (Eris and Cao) put out the fire.” ::

Mɑlhiɳ : :: FUCK…. FUCK…….fuck. How could she have been so stupid to not calculate this. But then again how could one really calculate this. She was going to just get back up and push harder and fight harder. But no, something was wrong. Something was different. This pain was not a pain she had felt before. It was a pain that started in her chest and radiated outward. It was a pain that consumed her, yet somehow there was a blankness. Fire engulfed her and immediately she would grab the dragon bone that hung around her neck. The cracked thing had saved her once from Moviat, but this time she would not be so lucky. The flames wrapped around her and her skin felt the ripping embers leave their mark. Yet still Malhin pushed through, she fought with the other hand and would take her attacks where she could. Warriors would leave this world the way they entered it, covered in blood. The axe was dropped, and her hand would find the eyes of the warg and she ruthlessly dug them out. =

Mɑlhiɳ : The cries howled from the Vargen sent a chill to her own ear. At this point she was unaware if it was loud enough in her own tone or if she was screaming in her head. She wanted to keep going, she wanted to keep fighting but she found something else. Bones snapped and cracked. Organs internallly punctured and like a rag doll she was tossed to the side. She was trying to breathe but she couldn’t. She was wanting to move but she couldn’t. Everything in her was fighting, but slowly there was only stillness. It was time, or was it not? Death was calling. It was to be faced with bravery and no fear. But there was a thought in her mind. One that she felt guilt for feeling, shame even. Part of her did not want to die. She saw the face of Signe, saw the face of Hine, and Owen...and to her surprise  and annoyance, she saw the face of the fucking pathfinder. On the funeral pyre she would be sent, and it was the way of her people. =

Mɑlhiɳ : She would never disobey that, she would never wish to risk her chances of a beautiful glorious death. But there was one wish she had that would not be in line with what her people would know and do. She wanted the necklace that she clung to go back to Signe and Heine. Only they knew the true origins of it. Only they found her like this once before, almost dead in a pool of her blood because her own parents wished her death.  How many times did they save her from it, and now she was facing it with them far away. If they knew it or not, in whatever touchy feel place she had, it was for them, and she had affections for them because they were family. She wanted Owen to take care of her hawk, and she would hope he would do well by her. She was sorry that she would never get a chance to cause shit in his bar again, or to go treasure hunting with him. Or pick fights with his crew. There was time lost there, time lost to what they could have done together and shared together. =

Mɑlhiɳ : She was never normal when it came to that side of things, but he made her try. Then there was the jacket. The jacket that started it all really. Her life changed after that fucking jacket. Maybe he did not deserve it back, but she would hope that Heine and Signe would know to give it back to him. Fuck maybe it would be better if they kept it. Who fucking knew. Fucking Altair. He was a pivotal person in her life, and at the end of it she knew that now. Even if it pissed her off no fucking end.  Shit. What about Brynja, Rhyn and Crixus..fuck those assholes, she would miss them. And Garry she just said she wanted to challenge that fucker once more. These were her last thoughts. They were not things she assumed she would have as she knocked upon Valhalla’s gates. The people that she did not want to leave behind, the small items and belongings that she had, she would want to go back to the rightful owners. =

Mɑlhiɳ : She wanted to go to the glory that awaited her, but she had come to realize just how much she had changed from the day she was trained to be a warrior, to finding that set of dragon bones, to coming to Immortalis to this very last second. She was a vicious fighter through and through. She was crazy and she was the loose cannon that everyone knew of. But behind it she apparently had parts of her that she didn’t even know existed. “Att ära ... till Valhalla. Träffa mig där vänner…” The last words, and last breath. The warrior was gone. =e=

Ðᴙϵɴαı·Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : back shortly. ]

ƛllɩsoȵ Fʀosʈ : [All of her self-pep-talk wasn’t working and the woman in red evening robes found herself inching backward. Wait, was she back in the living room?  She didn’t even remember moving her feet, but here she was. “You are a coward, Allison.” She told herself. “You can dissect any creature you lay your hands on but you can’t venture into a man’s basement?” In truth, it was actually respect for Rian that kept Allie out of the basement, not so much her reservation about what <c>

ƛllɩsoȵ Fʀosʈ : lurked behind the steel doors. She had watched the Elders of Frostwind do wretched things in the name of Cain. Even as a mortal, she was expected to stand by in silence as evil prevailed – and it did. Always. Why be chivalrous when evil was lurking right around the corner to take you out? The conversation she was having with herself and the corpses was an abrupt afterthought when the presence of uninvited intruders caught her attention. The summoning of a certain “guest” <c>

ƛllɩsoȵ Fʀosʈ : by a female’s commanding voice was all Allie needed to hear. She was the only fucking creature here if you didn’t count the owner. Why was she being summoned? Was it because she stole that poor wanker’s table at the tavern? Did she really say the Emperor? Who in the hell invited his ‘presence’ to this wretched estate? The empire could not be that small and this was no coincidence. But gathering the pieces would have to wait. The poor fledgling wasn’t dressed for a fight, <c>

ƛllɩsoȵ Fʀosʈ : but she wasn’t in a position to pick and choose how she carried out her next move. Thankfully, she was backed into the living room with nothing but a hearth and wall behind her. This meant she would hold leverage on the intruders coming in from one direction only. The usually bubbly, animated True Brujah was cold as stone as she stood in the middle of the room and waited for the click of bones to get louder and the summoned corpses to slowly entered. They were the <c>

ƛllɩsoȵ Fʀosʈ : messengers. She wouldn’t call out to her “visitors” still standing in the entryway. She wouldn’t explain herself with words. She hadn’t done anything wrong. She had heard rumors about this Empire. They took and did whatever they pleased as they pleased. Perhaps the rumors were true but she wasn’t some poor soul willing to just play along. Wordlessly, her gaze as dark as strong coffee stole one last glimpse of the approaching servant and with an apologetic expression, she <c>

ƛllɩsoȵ Fʀosʈ : struck. A point blank shot, her bare foot lifted until the flat of her heel collided with it’s stomach. Using every ounce of Potence she had, she kicked the creature so hard that he literally went flying out and into the other room. This was their response. No words. No explanation. Just a flying corpse.]

Ѵɑᴌɑɴсϵ Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : :: Who was this drow to speak to him in such a way? Like some common spectator that was there just to see a show. See how she'd enjoy her mouth being seal shut for a while. A contemplation that was broken only when his father spoke to him. How long had it been? He had lost track. Knowing Kirsten had seen their father recently, but Valance had maintained a distance. However, this time, the Arcane Prince merely gave a small. "Father." While familial ties weren't as strong -c-

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ƛllɩsoȵ Fʀosʈ : *summoned corpses to slowly enter )

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : i am not crying, you are]

сѧoιмнe : Nope, you are]

Alberdine : RIP ]]

ƛllɩsoȵ Fʀosʈ : ☹ )

Alberdine : 😢 feels abound ]]

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę«Ŗл : I am))

ƛllɩsoȵ Fʀosʈ : *offers Kleenex with the lotion* )

Ѵɑᴌɑɴсϵ Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : as they once had been, family was family. "It is no coincidence you both are here. So I will say this now." Spoken as the trio moved inward more, only stopping momentarily at the flying corpse. Feisty. At least she wasn't a pushover. There was nothing more dissatisfying than a woman whom was meek and hid away in some corner. "This girl is a Frost. You had yours, this one is mine." Valance, seeking a wife? The apple surely did not fall far from the tree, it seemed. The -c-

Ѵɑᴌɑɴсϵ Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : expressionless face seemed dead serious and upfront with his intentions. Else his father would act on his own. Valance knew this. After all, Drenai always had. The coldness at which it was stated however, could lead one to question whether he was serious or not. But when was Valance not serious? In the presence of his sister, brother, or Viktor for sure. But to those that rarely, or never saw him? Either way, the steps carried the robed figure into the living quarters, -c-

Ѵɑᴌɑɴсϵ Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : likely dodging another corpse in the process, though as his gloved hand rose, the shuffling of the corpses stopped. Compelled by magic to cease their movements, perhaps all over the estate. "Allison Frost." For that was almost entirely all he had to go on. Despite knowing she was close to Immitus, the extent was not known. "I have been looking forward to this meeting." Not that he knew of her before now, not exactly. But there were certain methods that allowed him to -c-

Ѵɑᴌɑɴсϵ Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : glimpse what will be, before such things happened. Perks of knowing the arcane as well as he did. ::

Ʌlαυпєуl : .:{ The drowess had been almost unusually perky the closer they got to the mano, not for being in Casim’s home, but for what it contained within. Once upon a time, the drow and the lich had been thick as thieves, the younger version of herself seeking tutelage from the lich to school her temper and teach her to refine her natural predisposition to scheming. Alauneyl couldn’t exactly place when it fell to the wayside, but she guess that her lingering in this house stopped <c>

Ʌlαυпєуl : when Drarathon betrayed her. She’d haunted the lich’s orchid room and occasionally asked questions on how to keep her head when her father was a traitor, but eventually, she’d left Casim’s desiccated court and focused her efforts on committing to the Emperor – what bigger slap in the face could she possibly give Drarathon but serve the man he’d betrayed? Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized that she was carrying Valance’s nephew or niece, and Drenai’s <c>

Rell : The half dragon had meant to join his mate but he had been held up, the usual set of circumstances for him, too busy with some alchemical concoction that required some time sensitive tending so as not to spoil the brew but now he winged his way over the forrest, a golden streak in the air arrowing in on what must be the most noticable thing about this battle, the towering tornado of flame, sand and arcane energies with the later more sensed than actually seen via his body that was naturally attuned to such things, not to mention the years of training that had honed that. He had to hope that his mate was alright with everything going on down there and his wings beat at an increased tempo carrying him towards it all. <C>

Ʌlαυпєуl : grandchild. She would’ve laughed if it wasn’t so fucking terrifying. “The entire house is a bad memory,” she sneered, willing the corruption that seeped from the very bones of this building to leave her. Valance had abruptly ruined Alauneyl’s surprise for the Emperor, and she cast a snarl in his direction before turning back to the pair of men. As the servants began to shamble off, intent on collecting their guest in a perfectly normal way – groaning, gesturing, kindly if<c>

Rell : His eyes where seemingly ablaze, twin pools of flaming radiance in his face and his body, lean and muscular, easily confused for a full blooded dragons in many ways even when walking on two legs on the ground but now the differences where even harder to place, perhaps the way he held his legs in flight due to his hips being adapted to a bipedal stance, perhaps simply his small size compared to a full blooded dragon. But either way he would soon be passing overhead, spiraling about this flaming vortex that rose up above the battlefield, taking it all in for a few moments, letting his mind and instinct alike churn it over <C>

Rell : Only then would he make up his mind and dive down into the inferno, a steak of gold passing down through it, reorienting his body to come down feet first, legs braced to absorb the impact on his part but hopefully impact the flaming warg with bone cracking force on its end. A more dramtic entrance than he would of hoped for but he can smell blood and burning flesh and thus is compelled to act as soon as he possibly can even as the flaming vortex would be replaced by a biting sandstorm that makes him greatful for his tough scaled hide, though it does send the milky nicitating membranes flickering shut over his eyes. <C>

Rell : The giant flaming warg likely to be driven to its knees by the impact should he hit and shattering a few bones to further reduce its mobility, assisting the hell hound if far from a killing blow on this kind of creature. It would likely be all he could do to try and leap clear there after.

Ʌlαυпєуl : Before turning her back to* ))

Ʌlαυпєуl : cold hands on arms – one went flying back from whence he came, his arm coming detached at the elbow. “Doer nin,” Alauneyl called in her native tongue, her voice a hiss. The drowess stalked towards the woman, shoving undead help out of the way. She was significantly smaller than what she’d been expecting, but she supposed that only improved her own odds she supposed. She barely had a chance to stand in the doorway when Valance had all but bypassed her. Glaring daggers <c>

Ʌlαυпєуl : at his back while he spoke to the woman, put out that she had none of the fun she'd planned, the drowess leaned listlessly against the door frame. "Usstan phlith l'shinduago." }:.

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Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : I am going to NPC Anden and Cao because it is late >.O]

Ģaladrįeł·Ŗaveŋeyę : Go for it qt))

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : Malhin’s loss reverberated around the entire group. Acquaintances and comrades alike shared great empathy for her sacrifice … but they could not focus on her for long. There was a job to do and with Malhin’s loss – it ignited the hearts of many. Her sacrifice would not be in vain, they would defeat this monster imbued with the powers of the Crystal Queens and lay her to rest. // The ground once again tremored underneath those large, skeletal paws of the fiery warg. Beyond it, the swirling tornado of flame it had summoned forth ravaged the land, setting fire to nearby villages and burning innocents on its way toward the imperial cavalcade. Those around needed to think swiftly, because if they did not … they would be swept up into oblivion by the roaring [c]

DuräŋgoBläck : *blinks* )

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : flames of death. Heat surrounded the adventurers on all sides of and the closer that the large warg got – the hotter it became. And when one’s body became hot; it became exhausted and perspired. So far, the imperial campaigners had done a very good job in taking care of the beast’s minions. but it appeared that it was going to win if one did not think up a proper plan to halt the horrific path of the flaming tornado summoned down from the very ether of those ominous skies overhead. [ https://i.imgur.com/ojFJWpr.jpg ] // Over the raging flames, the warlock’s ears heard a faint voice. A female. For a moment – he swore to the fates it’d been Ophelia’s telling the wretch to get a grip of himself as perspiration matted his hair and [c]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : on all sides of them and the closer that the warg got **

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Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : wh 😀]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : caused his togs to cling to his skeletal frame. … although, it wasn’t Ophelia who spoke so urgently. It his was sister, Wren, who shook at his shoulder; helping him up from the ground as the geyser’s water he had summoned simply ebbed away by the heat of the flames, causing it to turn into evanescent steam. DAMNIT! Thrusting his hands forward, the Winter Archmage once again summoned up another circle of protection to surround those by being further hurt by the scattering embers falling from the skies. Now, if these were regular flames; they’d be easier to control … but they were magical, and the evoker was having a tough time trying to dictate them away from the imperial cavalcade. Again, he growled in vexation, “ – if I wanted to become THIS goddamn hot – I would’ve set myself up [c]

-Jason- : how-diddily doodily ))

DuräŋgoBläck : *plays dead on Jason* )

-Jason- : past midnight so its me birthday :3 ))

DuräŋgoBläck : HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAson!! ^_^ <3 )

DuräŋgoBläck : *shuts up for rp* )

Jαƌϵ : Don't NC Anden, just forget he was there, it was one post. )

Jαƌϵ : NPC* )

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : happy bday!]

сѧoιмнe : Happy Cake Day!]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : I am going to NPC anyway, please dont' make this difficult]

-Jason- : ty ty all ^.^ *shuts up for RP*))

Jαƌϵ : -sighs- )

Rell : Happy bday *gives vanilla slice* ))

-Jason- : ty ty))

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Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : for a time between the wench’s legs. Good gods -- --” becoming halted in his speech, the surly mage-born heard Eris LeMorte call out to him; triggering his memory to when she acted as a power source to revive the Wolf Princess, Gabrielle Fallon. In a scenario like this – Eris’s suggestion was brilliant and combined with the powers of the surrounding eldritch it surely was going to work. Toilsome as it would be, they were going to make it work. No ifs, ands or buts about it. There was no such thing as failure in Carrick’s eyes; because he was a Vaskaris and those of Vaskaris kin ALWAYS succeeded, no matter what. Nodding then to Eris, the evoker began to tune into her offered power while Garrick LeMorte stepped forth to shield his wife from the indignation of the hurt warg and its remaining pack. [c]

Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : As for the hellhound Durango? Carrick saw him bite into the back leg of the fiery warg. In retataliation, the skeletal warg attempted to reach back and gnaw into Durango as its leg was torn into. But it was all for naught, and in one sickening snap – the leg bone of the warg became the pupper’s prize. Still, though, the beast limped – clawing at the ground, spitting flames as it howled in pain. With this chance, Galadriel took her chances and swept in just as the winds were beginning to shift and earth and sand began to be summoned up by Caoimhe at Wren and Carrick’s sides, as well as Alberdine. And then, it was Eve and her companion Rell to step forth upon the battlefield and do physical damage to the walking beast of fire. Bones cracked and scratches were made; little by little it was coming apart. With Eris anchored [c]

Ðᴙϵɴαı·Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : :: The cold grimace of the Emperor weighed up Valance Deathstalker, to which Drenai raised his chin. Was this a confrontation between father and son suddenly? Did the Arcane Prince make presumptions where he stood in the Crytikos Estate? Did he dare lecture the Tyrant himself, could he be that presumptuous? Probably. Deathstalker arrogance at its finest smiled Drenai. Obviously entertained by the audacity. “Bold words in a land where magic has waned boy. Yet I will allow you your indulgences. It would be no different to Wrath.” >>

Ðᴙϵɴαı·Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : >> To which Drenai conveniently glanced at Alauneyl on account that Wrath’s seed grew within her. “A Frost then?” Recognition worn on the Tyrant’s expression finally. Understanding. “I see now why you brought me here, Alauneyl. Those of my father’s realm, are of course our esteemed guests. For Deathstalker has always respected its ancestors.” It was then that a corpse came hurtling through from the other room. “If you are to possess a Frost, you’ll need to keep them better in check Valance. For dead women, they’re remarkably fiery.” Stated Drenai dryly. >>

Ðᴙϵɴαı·Ɗϵɑτђsταᴌᴋϵᴙ : >> Interested to meet whoever this person was. Arms now folded across his breastplate. “It’s good to see you lad,” enthused Drenai to the Arcane Prince. Suddenly amused. Evidenced by a chuckle. ::