Destiny delivering a gift

While Aldrah was talking with Samson, in the place that Aldrah thought to build a tower for a research place, a strange woman appears and he does not waste, where he quickly interrupts the conversation and orders his undeads to circulate the woman, preventing her from running away.

Since he was going to take that place for him, it was almost like an invasion, apart from that she had the traces of Gehenna.. Hm..

Aldrah took Thanatos from the hand of one of his undeads, using his right hand and pointing to Iral, and then in a serious and authoritative voice he spoke, "You. Indentify yourself. Name and settlement. Now." Aldrah smirked.

Indifferent to the answer, Aldrah would surely try to capture her there, would not miss a chance to get another guinea pig, or a being that he could turn into undead to serve him. Especially one that out of nowhere appeared to him! Fate can only be.

"Samson, stay tuned.. You know my current condition, get ready.." He whispered to the newly member of the legion.

Aldrah was wounded. This would make it difficult if he went into combat, so the best he had was to have someone to defend him, a servant.. A bodyguard.
(Aldrah Leverd)

Samson, at the sight of another person, would cover his face and adorn his mask. Noticing as Aldrah's undead would begin to ready themselves, Samson would do the same, he would flicker purple and red...as if to warn for what to come.

He'd go from afraid to staring blankly at Iral. the sun on his clothes would give notice to the holes and blood stains on his armor and cloak.

"Yes, sir."

he'd say, slowly a tinge of purple would seem to grow into a flame.

A shadow flame.
(Samson L. Lux)

Oh uh... Trouble.

The sounds of their heavy Nyeshk graves clashing with the ground loudly spreads through the wilderness. Eyes that in the nearby past were calm and cold are now filled with life and worryment. Widening over contact with the Necromanted creatures rising out and meeting her way.

Quickly they turn back and, as son as possible they start to run as they rise towards them... It wasn't a good idea to stay, the last thing her eyes could spot was the Necromancer she may have known in the past... Years ago in the swamps.

"Gh- Shit!"

It seems their patrol wouldn't be as planned... Hopefully she'd manage to leave and warn the nearby autorities.
(Iral Woodnshire)

Samson would follow Iral, and see if he could catch her.
(Samson L. Lux)

Aldrah begins to go towards the woman, his undeads going too, trying to catch her and do not let her escape.
(Aldrah Leverd)

And as the Undead kin dashed after her, Iral's eyes wouldn't even fal over to her back. It was stupid to even lose focus on the trail forward. They ran several miles and even tho the Undead and the old man were still on her back.

With time she got to take a dangerous trail, one that the walking one in red couldn't follow. As she was agile and atletic Iral ran away and jumped branches and roots... While however the older one wouldn't have as much as difficult as she thought he will... He was somehow flying after all.

Yet, even for him it was still too much and so she managed to hide behind a tree... Hopefully he and his bestial kin would stay back and nothing would happen safely.

Panting, Iral turned quickly and rested by a tree... It was now a mouse and cat game... Hiding the woman takes her sit and keeps an eye out so the man wouldn't see her... Or mayhaps she should attack him.

What she knows is that for some reason some kindof fear emmerges out in her heart... This figure was already known. Something that she got to think of... One in the swamps... That imposing figure...

What if it is the same one that fought her master? If even Tototl wasn't able to beat him... What of her? It is foolishness to think she could do anything...

A wise choice.

There she Waits... Scared like a weak rat. Indeed... Nothing have changed. No matter how mnay years spent on training... Nothing has changed.

"Damn...
(Iral Woodnshire)

Aldrah's left arm was badly wounded, after fighting with that Azraelite Phantom.. If he was to go into combat with that woman, he would surely have trouble.

She, in turn, did not run away but hide behind the tree, Aldrah had the impression of having seen her before.. But he does not remember where. It did not matter at the moment, for now he would have to decide what to do.

Again he pointed his sword at the woman, where in his serious and authoritative voice he said to her, "I'll give you a choice girl, if you surrender now, you will not have to suffer, otherwise I'll tear the soul out of your body and turn you into a undead slave!" His gaze was serious, wanting to intimidate the woman.

The best option he had was a threat there to make her surrender, otherwise he would have to take more serious measures, a combat more specifically.

Undeads hovered around the necromancer and around the tree, their weapons in their hands, ready foranything that would happen.
(Aldrah Leverd)

It was indeed him...

The voice that in the past spared her was now to give it a chance... It was uncertain if still to live or just to be spared of the cruelty that is to fake revive someone.

Once more her eyes widen, yet now not of the same as before... There wasn't any fear crawling in her skin. No weakling feeling pushing her will down towards the abyss of darkness... Instead, there was something else.

The sword on her back was brought out as the Undead kin crawl closer to the tree, in fact his words did reach her, however once more she is surprised by her self as intimidation was not what occured.

For many years the feeling she once had in the battlefield, the feeling that in the heart of battle made her dash against the Undead army while having no chance...

"Oi..." This was no murmur like the words before spelled. This was loud... On purpose, even tho it held still deep gilt and grief somehow.

Iral then jumped out of the tree, striking out the first Undeads on her sight. Clean and perfect cuts applied on their head, torso and throats only. They were now released of their pain.

On her hand the Spirit Slaying Sword lacking any protective clothing or runes to contain it's will. It was now dancing with the womans mana that rose and binds her body.

The sword was pointed out towards the Necromancer that was now in sight... Curiously the deceased undeads didn't rise up as normally would happen. Their souls were given rest definitely... Or... Just brought to a bigger suffering.

"Disgusting kin! Most of the, still disgusting, Azraelite preach their false morals of life after Death, they talk good of it, yet you... Ohh You...!"

The sword on her hand exhaling darkness, yet it was slowly being controlled and used as a source to her power... Every inch of mana coming out was being drained by it as the spirits of the creatures in the ground.

"You talk of your disgusting 'revival' being as vile as i would, you talk of it with intentions to cause nightmares! How could the betrayed bestow you with his power?! Is him really that stupid?!" She asks, not talking to the old man this time...

This was an ambush... But her chances weren't as big as she thought. For now she's being driven away by her feelings. For the first time, The Spirit Slaying weapon that could be used to counter necromancy will finally be used against the source of evil in the lands...

"You're evil... Definitely."
(Iral Woodnshire)

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FIGHT

and injury

** Aldrah Leverd has inflicted an injury upon Iral Woodnshire. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **

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The battle was quick, blows exchanged between both fighters. Iral was similar to Tototl, a fierce warrior. But before the necromancer, she had been defeated.

Cuts were made, all over the woman's body. Caused by sharp winds, which Thanatos threw. That weapon. It was perfect for the necromancer's style. A true wepon..

He had come to analyze that place, in search of building a tower there, to be his laboratory.. But that woman shows up, dnd now he would come back with something in his hands.

After the girl fell to the ground, undeads came to her, capturing her, disarming her and lifting her to the necromancer.

"I gave you a chance.. You threw it away." Aldrah shook his head from side to side, "Now you belong to me. You will be a guinea pig, a slave, and I will mark you.. So you will remember of today, forever." He smirked.

He had some plans for this one, besides experiments, he would have to interrogate her, find out more about her, to decide what to do. But for now, this was a good day.. Now, time to return to Dawn.

"Bring me her sword and we shall return to Dawn!" Aldrah spoke, snapping his fingers and undeads bringing the woman, "We're done here." Then he went on to Dawn with his new toy.
(Aldrah Leverd)

Defeat...

Even given all the effort she could, in the end it was her knee to meet the ground, forced by an ambush attack dealt by the more experienced soldier against her. Their moves were desperate and she lacked experience and skill.

Even tho, she was really powerful... Surprisingly, given her presence. Iral Woodenshire's blows were heavy and dealth forward without any kind of worrym towards her own defence. In the beginning she fount difficult to even stand on the fight.

Yet later, her blows were enough to throw him away, her energy overflowing. To a point that indeed she resembles Tototl of the Cruxati. Her energy flowed pretty much the same, their techniques were similar... However, even tho close... She wasn't a Super Magi yet... Or alteast was unable to use it in combat.

In a few moments however, her power increased significantly, such were the moments where she almost turned this fight to the other side. Momments that she could almost find victory.

The Necromancer would find himself hurt. Her slashes and cuts were dealth, given the fight... She wouldn't be the only one bleeding, yet his wounds were only superficial.

Covered in blood and by her Nyeshk armor only, the woman fount herself in the path of defeat as soon as she started to lose energy. Her stance was pretty much the same as her master, yet a bit more brutal and offensive on it's initial advance.

In the ground there wasn't much she could be done... Immediately as the Spirit Slaying Sword was taken out of her hands, their Energy shroud's power decreased by much... It was still incredibly powerful, yet brought not harm to Aldrah.

Upon seeing his Undeads aiming to capture her, she still rose and aimed a punch or two to the few ones in front of her.

"To hell with your choices!" There wasn't much to be done there, even tho strong... The many creatures around outnumbered and brought her to the ground...

"U-urgh...!"

Indeed, the path may have changed... But the end was still the same.
(Iral Woodnshire)

Samson would have been running like a mad man, as Aldrah and Iral fought.

"shit shit shit shit."

every possible profanity Samson could muster as he ran would be said. He was supposed to defend Aldrah as he was wounded, however when he got there it would appear Aldrah had things under control. In a flash of hellstorm, Samson would appear to be standing next to Aldrah.

"Apologies,sir, for my, late-ness. To the fight..."

He would suddenly become far more serious, standing blankly by Aldrah.
"You know, for your experiments, could I potentially help you, when you're conducting those? I know I'm squire to uh, well names shouldn't be said out loud in the forests but, yeah he hasn't given me work recently so I was wondering if I could be of use to you."

Samson's flames would soon dissipate as Samson thought less of murder and pillaging, and more of, a very fucked up side of him he was yet to show. It was well shown in his fighting sytle he was masochistic but...


It wouldn't be surprising to note he had a few...sadistic qualities to him as well.



"I've been thinking of asking you this for a while, actually...

(Samson L. Lux)

[21:13] Aldrah Leverd exclaims, "Let's go!"
[21:13] Samson L. Lux exclaims, "sounds good, Sir!"