Prelude to Corruption

[18:18] {NARRATION} Eniel had long since spent a majorty of his time crawling across Agartha. Several places that weren't the massive holds of Agartha- Dawn, Huangzhou, Tecotchitlan. Places that weren't even Levengard or Crafthold.

Smaller, more concealed and silent towns that wanted nothing to do with magi blood. Perhaps a place like that might lead him to find the cult he had been chasing down for so long. Eniel himself has heard many things on his travels- But one such place had always seemed to send a shiver up bar owner's spines.

A place called Oxald- An inlet between several mountains. Our party begins their journey here, on a small trail leading up an array of hills. A three hour hike had left them now atop the largest hill- Staring across at the opening of said town-

'Oxald - We'd rather you not stay'

A sign raises above the main entrance of the town upon the hills.
[18:22] Eniel Daigal says, "Np! Make sure you always check forums and the spires discord, and the Spires Wiki they are the biggest sources of world information"
[18:24] The hike wasn't that bad... She didn't exactly tire, considering she was a powerful magi, combo'd with the part where she was undead. She walked up, carefully as to not to fall, her hands idly at her sides as she tries to balance herself every so often...

She had tagged along because she was asked to, not because she had any true intention of learning about Beliel or these corrupt stars... But because she wished to use this as leverage to deepen her connection with the Arcane.

What sort of town is this?

What was the point?

The questions buzzed around in her head, swarming like flies as she moved with failed grace.. The path was empty, nothing that caught her undead eye... So she just looked at the sign.

"This the right place, Eniel?"
(Gisei Ultovex)
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[18:24] {NARRATION} Syracuse: The trail doesn't look worn at all. There aren't many tracks, and animals litter the light forest about you. It is chirping and full of wildlife-

This likely shouldn't be the case if.. The town was in any way social. It's telling, in a way.
[18:24] As the group traveled together, Hathor was rather bitter sweet about it all. She detested the idea of working along side Syracuse until he abandoned Azrael when it came to religious workings. But--- for now, she'd travel along side him. Keeping her mouth entirely shut. If he was to be useful in this venture there was no need to infight.

Sticking close to her undead 'sister' of sorts, being that they were both summoned from the afterlife to this life by Sors she again, didn't speak the entire way here. The Nethradin had grown accustomed to being patient with how certain words were said and when they were said. Once the sign was depicted above the grouping, the she-devil gave it a stare. Eyeing it down, she'd simply wait.

No words, but a visual tilt of her head toward Eniel. This was his mission, after all.
(Hathor)
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[18:29] Trudging along the mountain trail had been a boring affair. Oh, sure he'd spent the time singing the odd song, egging on his companions in playful jests. The occasional offhanded flirtation.

Still there was little one could truly get into when they where hiking up a mountain. There would be the smallest touch of a tear upon his cheek as he spotted the joys of civilization.

Surely there'd be a tavern in this town so he could actually enjoy his life. HOWEVER, he quickly came to a realization that hit his spirits like a tone of bricks.

This place was a home of pariah. Where they just a bunch of madmen out here worshipping Belial through blood sacrifice and the odd orgy?

Now, there was nothing wrong with that but he still felt a bit downtrodden that he'd enter into a place without the hustle and bustle of a cross roads.

A sigh escaped his lips as he glanced to his companions. Two old school Belialists and Aayliah Ixis, er Gisei Ultovex. Well at-least they had some life in them surely.

"I've got the feeling that this place hasn't diversified it's family lines in a long time.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[18:29] Eniel had done his research, The leg work of what would usually done by scouts or lower Hench men. But seeing as he had walked into many of towns that were less than friendly to the war mongering Magi that recklessly caused endless battles across the lands he wasn't always received with kind looks.

Eniel wasn't bothered by such behavior, He had a goal and he would chase it down no matter how far or how long the journey would take him and so he did. Once he heard of the town of Oxald he gathered a few members of his own growing cult and two others who have yet to truly see his point of view.

Gisei although not entirely a cultist of Belial was at least someone he could depend on and he knew wouldn't betray him. Although as far as Syracuse was concerned Eniel gave him the benefit of the doubt he knew he would fight for the sake of Belial despite his ties to Azrael which made him annoyed beyond belief but Eniel knew more than any other.

You keep yourfriends close and your enemies closer. After making his way up the final hill the town sprawled out before him, He checked his map before Turning to Gisei to confirm it.

"Yes this is the place...It looks just about as what I expected. "


(Eniel Daigal)
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[18:34] {NARRATION} Roll perception. Syracuse auto-passes.
[18:36] {NARRATION} All three of the party members look ahead at the sign and rather small town that remained positioned within the hills and light forests ahead- There is something that catches their eyes first and foremost. Some kind of figure, perhaps a man, wearing a long and black cloak. A hood is over his head, and a dagger is spun in circles about his right palm.

As they approach now, they are standing in front of the town's entrance where this odd figure remains. He doesn't look up from staring at the floor towards the group, but remains going through with his odd spinning of the knife.
[18:37] Zartoss says, "this is the wrong event"
[18:43] Eniel would notice the man standing idly between the town and themselves. He'd whisper towards his group before going towards him. "Keep your guards up you never know what can be lurking around here. "

As the leader of this operation Eniel took the initiative to stand first towards the man he stood before him looking at the dagger as it spun with in his hands.

"Greetings Stranger. We come from a fighters guild and we've been hired to search this city for suspicious activities. Have you seen anything out of the ordinary lately? " Eniel had always been quick to think on his feet, A few simple lies spread from his mouth like salty butter.

He had hoped the other two with him were able to catch up on his words so he wouldn't be bogged down explaining anything unnecessary to the man. Eniel didn't try to look past his hood nor didhe take his eyes off the weapon the man had just in case he had to defend himself.

" I'm sure we could split some of the reward money with you if you'd be so kind? " Of course there was no reward or money to be collected. Eniel rather didn't mind swindling this rougish looking man if that hadn't already been his gambit.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[18:47] What...?

A fighter's guild? Was he an idiot...? There were probably better options that could be thought of but a fighter's guild? She was now expecting challenges, fights and maybe even some sort of sacrifice. /Ye shall not pass until you prove yourself worthy as fighters/.

Why not a research group? Or just to outright admit that the other two were outright belialists? Were they not here for that purpose? The dancing of the man's blade caught her eye, and the emeralds frequently moved between the cloaked stranger and the knife...

"Why's it always gotta be edge."

She sighed, murmuring the words for Eniel and Fengai to hear... Yet she stood idle, leaning on her now staff...

"Yea? Any suspicious activity?"

She finally blurted out. She may as well play along for now.
(Gisei Ultovex)
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[18:48] Syacuse well was what one might call, the fighter type. From his large burly build, to the numerous scars and travel weathered gear. For his part he'd just keep his eyes out, scanning the area for any signs of trouble.

His scarlet hues where dimmed almost a dull sienna, not the blazing beacons of Belialistic power they normally was. Was that intentional? No, he was just bored, which was reflected in the intensity of his eyes.

He'd ever so casually reach into his coat and retrieve a bottle, clear and sparkling. Just a bit of vodka to take the edge off. With a steady drink he finally shifted his gaze back towards the group.

He'd play the silent brooding type for this act.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[18:53] {NARRATION} "Oxald isn't really kind to strangers, stranger." The cloaked man turns his head up towards Eniel and then turns back to look at the town's entrance and the town deeper inside. He blinks once and turns back to the Daigal. "Nothing strange happens here. So long as you don't go looking for it." He'd stare back at Eniel and the other two as they arrived in tow.

".. If you're looking to split coin- I doubt you'd pay. You're not from here. Once you get your mark, you won't be making it back here any time soon." The dagger spinning comes to a stop as the cloaked man would hold onto it tightly.

Words that were chosen- Weren't exactly- The smartest... For a place as closed in as this.

".. Hasn't been suspicious activity since the place turned blade to strangers asking too many questions." He narrows his eyes to the others and gives a small smirk to Syracuse who hadn't opened his mouth yet. "The quiet one gets to ask questions now. You get three." The dagger is pointed to the Fengari.
[18:58] {NARRATION} So I don't have to ask later- /vit for me please!
[19:03] Held up a finger as the man asked for his questions. Twin-digits raised as one, signifying that he'd need just a moment. The reason was clear as he downed another deep drink of the Vodka bottle.

He'd not drunk in a long time, it was refreshingly painful.

As he finished his drink he'd refocus upon the cloaked stranger. With a tilt of his head, a subtle display of his horns, or horn. To most it would be nothing, perhaps to a Neries it'd be easily recognized as a bit of playful aggression.

"First, where's the tavern I've several thirsts that need quenching."

The subtle hint towards alcohol and whores came easily to the man. Why, it was just like when he'd traveled in his younger days.

"Second, if things got suspicious after until after blades got turned on strangers. This place must have been piss-boring.

He'd give a jerk of his thumb towards Eniel and Gisei as he continued.

"Not a question but I didn't trek across Agartha with these two stiffs to get here and be bored."

He'd take a breath, then a drink, then finally he'd just toss the bottle back towards the entrance of the town.

"Don't need all three."

He didn't need so many questions. It'd all come into play as soon as he could find a party.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[19:04] {NARRATION} "Bar is near the eastern side of town. You loud mouths got two more questions." He turns his head to Eniel and Gisei after that.
[19:04] Syracuse smirked, he'd learned all he needed to know. There was a bar.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[19:07] Wow Syracuse was a � case.

The questions that he spoke were so strange. So weird, but she just waited there, her staff propped up, her head turned sideways and touching off it, while her hands supported her showing some booty. She would just wait and see it seems...

Yet with the mention of a bar, she rose a brow towards Syracuse... "The roads haven't been touched in ages, do you think they have anything fresh for you. It's nearly as fertile here as the pits of the volcano." She batted her eyelids, looking back to the stranger...

"How do y'all survive up here?"
(Gisei Ultovex)
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[19:08] Eniel sighed there didn't seem to be much information to be gathered here but he assumed that's what going to the bar was about...or rather he hoped it was Syracuse seemed to already have other intentions going there.

With nothing else to decide he figured he'd ask the most pressing question on his mind despite the reaction it would garner him."What made everyone decide to start sending strangers away? Had to be more than just questions if they pulled out blades to do it. "

Eniel would then wait a moment falling in line before heading to the Tavern first which seemed like the best place to get a read on the town and its people.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[19:10] Had tilted his head at Gisei, offering a shrug at their doubt of the bar being any good.

"Alcohol don't go bad.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[19:10] Gisei Ultovex says, "Wine turns to vinegar."
[19:10] Syracuse Fengari says, ". . ."
[19:11] Syracuse frowned, it did?
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[19:14] {NARRATION} A look is thrown to Eniel- "Blade got turned to strangers because they started looking for the clues in the rough- But maybe you'll impress him." He throws a thumb back to the town's entrance..

It was theirs to enter if they wanted. He looks back to Gisei and frowns. "We survive off the bar, the church, and the casino." The cloaked fellow crosses his arms over his chest and leans backwards against the wooden wall of of one of the larger houses on the outskirts.
[19:16] Frowned, quickly shifted to a smile. Gambling, a bar, and church? Why, this place wasn't so bad after all. In fact it had all the things he enjoyed.

He'd cast a glance at his companions, ever so subtly waggling his brows a Gisei. This'd be a more enjoyable trip than he'd thought.

Clearly, the man enjoyed his vices more than his virtues.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[19:19] Eniel didn't miss a single word as it stood, The bar, the church, and the casino...Places one would thing had nothing to do with each other especially with church involved but more pressingly who was the auspicious 'Him' behind it all. Eniel looked towards his companions and expressed some level of elation seeing as they had places to search for at least.

"Guess we have no choice but to continue on. The bar first seems to be the best option. So lets just visit each place and try to find as much about what's going here as we can. I'm sure we can all guess what their hiding here and they won't give us that information freely until we gain their trust." Eniel then thought about it for a moment seeing as there were no better options. Splitting up always seemed like a bad Idea so he didn't bother suggesting it.

Onward he moved towards the east where the bar was pointed out to them.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[19:22] She just followed along, she had no intention of moving from their plans or from outright discrediting them. She was here to provide support... Yet still, a little thing inside of her told her to speak out... To cause a little scene...

But for now, she just followed along worthlessly, using her staff not to fall over in this rocky wasteland terrain where nothing grew... She did release a sigh however - maybe she could slip away at some stage and look for some ores? Could be a great place to do such a thing.
(Gisei Ultovex)
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[19:22] Hooked his thumbs into well-worn spots in his belt loop. He'd give Eniel a nod as he suggested making friends. Why, that was what he was good at.

A small smile of approval touched his lips as they headed to the bar first. Following along a bit behind, far enough that when he turned and flicked a golden coin towards the cloaked man the other two wouldn't notice.

Nothing was said, only a nod of appreciation for the information.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[19:27] {NARRATION} The town itself. It is filled with rocky, cobbled over roads that few people are seem stumbling around in a drunken haze over. Some wobble, others lay on the ground and catch their breath. One man was seen laying in front of a building with a longsword in his sheathe- And an arm is thrown over a large hunk of what looked like mythril ore.

.. The homeless snores, protecting his claim.

The bar was just ahead as they turned east, and one might be able to swear that the bar itself was the only building in this dingy, dusted up town that didn't look muddy and worn. It looked pristine, actually. The windows are a stained, red glass.

It smells of rum and ale.
[19:32] Took a deep breath as they got wind of the tavern. All, there it was. The smell of ale, the scent of rum, the stench of piss and vomit. Man did he love a bar.

He'd barely cast a glance towards the homeless man and his claim of Mythril. Sure he could steal it if he wanted but he wasn't here for ore.

Though he did do the kindness of keeping behind his companions. He could easily see over them after all. Perhaps they might try and get into something while walking into the bar. Though if they didn't? Bar it was.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[19:33] Where dreams come to die it seems.

She eyed the bar, the pristine look took away from the overhaul vibe of the town. Like a sore thumb it stood out to her with the people idly laying around. The glint of Mythril ore caught her eye - but the woman at this stage in her 'life' had absolutely no need for the mineral... So she simply ignored it...

"Mythril in a place like this?"

She bit down on her bottom lip... Oh boy perhaps there WERE mines into the mountains here where she could try and find some funky stuff, yet probably nothing too powerful or rare... So she simply continued to walk towards the bar.

If you're that miserable, in what she perceived to be a half-dead no want to live existence... Why not leave this town? Travel to one of the bigger cities, sell off the chunks of ore and begin life anew?

She wondered...

Something was definitely off.
(Gisei Ultovex)
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[19:34] Eniel takes notice of the man with the mythril ore observing his longsword which seemed to be the only other armed person here beyond himself yet he made sure not to keep his guard lowered. A stern Knight in all cases Eniel was who he was.

Still he had already decided to let Syracuse do the talking in the bar he would merely observe while he and Gisei collected any information and kept themselves busy surveying the area. He did notice all the homeless and the poor on the streets it made a question float into his mind that he thought maybe a sentiment he share with his companions as they stood ready to enter the bar.

'How can there be a casino here if all these people are in rags, Drunks or homeless...And this bar...it stands out compared to everything else. ' He thought to himself.

the smell of ale stung his nose he hated that familiar scent...ever since he had gone out drinking with Chaaca, Hathor Vedran and Freya he always felt a little repulsed by the thought of alcohol but he endured it since they needed to be here.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[19:39] {NARRATION} The Bar.

A pristine establishment. The carpet below is red and gold, lined with stars and symbols that were elegant in form. Several tables are laid out, white tablecloth stretched over with glasses and coasters for the glasses. People in suits, styled up and looking dressed for a day of business. All of them downed a red liquid, laughing and chatting it up as if their day was the greatest of their life.

A long bar rests at the far end of the building, with a man wearing a red barista's uniform. He was currently cleaning glasses, a large smile on his face.
[19:46] "Did I just rift us somewhere by accident?"

She spoke to both Eniel and Fen, her voice most likely blocked out by the hustle and bustle of whatever conversation these people were having. She didn't understand... The whole outerworthly presence in the bar after they entered... Why? Why was this a thing?

Yet still, people who did not strive for perfection, they deserved what they received. It is one's undoing to be lazy, to not do anything... And hence end up on the street huddling a chunk of mithril ore.

Slothfulness was the deadliest sin of them all.

She proceeded to move towards the bar itself, moving casually and without worry as if trying to blend into the crowd � Yet still, her heavy armour wasn't shy enough to clank multiple times, and the staff which was now strapped to her back did hit off some legs and tables as she moved about.

Nothing personal.

She sat at the bar, her left elbow on the wooden surface, her hand holding the side of her head.

"Did we really come here to drink, Eniel? What are we looking for?"
(Gisei Ultovex)
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[19:48] Eniel was...absolutely stunned to see the interior of the bar was...classy? For lack of a better word...in fact the way this bar was styled it even through Tim's bar for a run for his money...It was a stark contrast from just outside the steps of this door where poverty was the only sire.

Unless someone was daft there was no mistaking that there was something wrong here. Why was there such a divide from the rich and the poor and why was there so much luxury in this place?

Eniel sighed for a moment deciding on what to do...Would this place really be the right place to let Syracuse run his antics? He wasn't sure but he had to leave things as they were.

Placing a hand on the Neries' shoulder he'd give him a thumbs up as the bus boy seemed to be offering them a smile. Still unsure about the different atmosphere In this room. Eniel was often reminded of when he and his mother worked for an Oscuri noble house back in Valmasia and how they used to treat them...He felt really uncomfortable In this setting more so than he would in a place that was rowdy and barbaric...Too many past trauma's coming back to bite him.

His hands visibly start shaking in his armor but he keeps it down to a minimum. At least as best as he could.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[19:50] The door opened up to! A scene straight from one of Dawn's fancier restaurants? Needless that Syracuse was surprised, he almost missed a step when he'd entered.

He'd falter just a bit as he heard Gisei's words. He'd mutter in quick response, his voice heard only by his companions. Ah, sound magic.

"Looks like it, aye keep an eye out."

His normal loud and boisterous nature might not be the best visage to put to these people. Then again? It was the most Syracuse thing he could do.

As he strolled into the bar he couldn't help but bark out a laugh. His voice a smooth baritone as he spoke.

"Bwahahaha! Now, this is my kind of place!"

His large frame glided across the carpet towards the bar. A flash of a smirk evident upon his features as he did so.

Upon reaching the bar he'd lean upon it rather than take a seat. Sienna hues settling upon the happy bartender. He'd easily lay a handful gold coin upon the bar.

"We've traveled a long way an' we're eager for some entertainment. What can you get for us, my man?"

At the end of his sentence he'd flash a wink towards the barista. Why not? It'd be good to have some fun.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[19:51] Eniel looked towards Gisei although he was doing his best to keep his composure every so often he'd look a little frightened as he was reminded of his past of being a servant to Oscuri nobles. "I-I..uh well no we're not here to drink..I just thought...we could gather information here...But this is an entirely different setting than I had imagined. "
(Eniel Daigal)
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[19:55] {NARRATION} The barista seemed in an excellent mood because as soon as Syracuse entered with as big a personality as that? It seemed like it had hit a resonance with the man's vibe going on right now. He nods to the giant Neries and grins a wide one.

"Aha! A man of big status- I like that." He would put down a glass, not a shot, and reach under the table for a rather large container holding some kind of.. crimson liquid inside of it. The same liquid that the others at the tables were drinking. "This is the best I have- Is this for all of you?"

Two other glasses land on the table and roll around a bit before stopping. The container holding the liquid has a golden letter on the side of it.

The letter B.
[20:01] He'd just cast a glance towards his companions, his eyes widening with his smile. He wouldn't deny the offering of such a fine drink, yet he was a man of choices. So, he'd give his companions theirs.

He'd shift his gaze right back to the barista. A chuckle echoing in his throat he tapped the bar a few times. Nis nail-like claw a steady beat.

"Of course, we're all thirsty. Though, the boys a bit young and the lass is a bit of a lightweight."

He'd hold up a hand blocking his face from his companions as he leaned across to the bartender. As if letting the man in on a secret, his words as welcoming as an old friends.

"They're new to the high-life and awfully nervous. Maybe start them out with something weaker?
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[20:02] {NARRATION} "They'll be fine- Promise." The barista pours all three of them the drink. Syracuse gets a glass- The others get shots.

(Gisei. Come here for a whisper)
[20:02] {NARRATION} Eniel feels compelled to DRINK IT RIGHT NOW.

WITHOUT ANY HOLDS BARRED.
[20:04] Escaping Light [DM] whispers something.
[20:04] Escaping Light [DM] whispers something.
[20:05] Eniel was already nervous and despite his distaste for alcohol his anxiety from reliving his past traumas was enough to make him reach for the cup of red liquid and down it without even thinking he needed to feel something else so he could get his mind back on the mission.

He didn't wait for the other two to drink theirs he NEEDED it as soon as possible. The B on the bottle did seem quite strange but he left it at that...He then looked towards Fen a clear sign to tell him to hurry it along.

Whatever was lurking in the shadows of this town made him nervous especially after seeing the contrast between here and the outside there was just something incredibly wrong.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[20:08] "Yea, pour some in..."

She'd have a drink. Sure. They were on an adventure, and after having a less that exciting hike... So why not? She watched the liquid being poured into her glass, examining the bottle and looking over to her companions.

"To a well made journey."

It was a /cheers/ type of moment, and as the glass was lifted up to her lips - she got a whiff of it... Oh boy... The scent was almost enchanting - but she knew that it didn't matter.

She was an undead.

She could not taste for shit.

Yet still, a hint of worry was present on her face as she turned towards her companion. Her fingers snapped, and a crystal grew over the tops of their drinks, sharp at the tip so they wouldn't go trying to drink it straight away.

"It's a drug."

She said it simply, the glass that she held in her hand was placed on the table before her. Her hand, imbued with green energies would begin to scribe on the table... Glyphs and runes drawn, before she slammed her fist down beside it... A rift opened up, and the glass fell throw...

And over the bartender's head.

"What is this shit? It smells just as disgusting as nightshade."

She had little knowledge of alchemy, but she had her own time with Shai sniffing and smelling different types of hallucinogenic to get high.

She tried a lot of them in her life...

And she was good at spotting them out.
(Gisei Ultovex)
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[20:09] I am a mage :(
(Gisei Ultovex)
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[20:10] Yeet drink
(Eniel Daigal)
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[20:10] {NARRATION} Eniel.

Roll a D100.
[20:13] Syracuse was a big man, with big tastes and desires. Why he'd scoop up that nice big glass of Letter B as soon as it finished filling up.

One could have no doubt that when he brought it up for a drink. Only to stab himself in the mouth. He'd pull the cup away before he could deep throat the crystal. /It's a Drug./

"Fuckin' hell that's what I was hoping!"

He'd not have any time or presence to react to the speedy rifting. He was a Neries after all, speed wasn't his strong suite.

However, the frown upon his face was genuine. He'd really wanted to try this stuff. Madman.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[20:21] {NARRATION} Eniel. As soon as you tip back your glass and drink your alcohol, your mind blanks. As in- You see a brief flash of white across your vision that soon bleeds into crimson. As soon as you have this occur across your vision. Nothing works anymore. You can't move, you can't breathe, you can't think. Looking all around you once the color red finishes-

You are in space. You look around as you are gliding through cloud nine. Stars and comets race across you. In the corner of your eyes, there is galaxies and stars. Giant and flaming. An entire collection of beauty if in front of you- It is then when you begin to feel as if you are gliding through space.

Flying. This happens for a grand total of three minutes. Then? Your vision flashes once more. You are back on Agartha. Wherever you are, you find yourself in your favorite place- You find yourself completing your life's dreams. You find yourself without a care in the world.

You find yourself- Without law. Without restriction. You have accomplished your dream- Your perfect aim and goal- And now you are at the pinnacle. This is what you have strived for. You. Are. Complete. The moon is the only part of this vision that seems to not be personalized.

It is completely and utterly crimson- You feel as if it is the cause for this dream of yours to come true.
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On the outside world? Eniel falls off of his stool and crashes to the floor, immediately passed out and without hesitation whatsoever. His eyes are still open, and his iris has turned red. One reason or another, something has happened. He looks oddly at peace after drinking the liquid.

When Gisei throws her glass and warps it to the bartender's head, he yelps and brings a hand up to hold his bleeding head. "It's everything you've ever needed and more." He groans now, falling to a knee as the drinks remained free for them to try- However, this action causes a look from the entire bar as they rise up and stare back at the others at the bar.

New arrivals- Who had not been there before- Stand at the far edge of the bar near the windows and doors- Seemingly blocking off exit. They are completely adorned in red robes and hood. Blood red. Each of them has the letter 'B' tailored into their robes in bright, golden fashion.

Every last one of the new arrivals in robes has a magical aura about them- An adept aura, at that. There must've been ten of them.
[20:27] The glass clanking of the man's head gave her a bit of a chuckle. "Sorry - I got paranoid." She threw a few gold coins onto the bar, as a soft holy glow would embrace the man's head... Giving him some relief and stopping any bleeding... Of course, this was just to try and not force him to get some people to come after them.

She instead takes out an empty bottle from her bag, one that was left over from her drinking a stoneskin potion... "Mind if I keep some for when I'm at home?" She starts to pour the red mixture into the glass, keeping it for a later experience...

Soothing reed didn't work - nothing worked to make her feel... So maybe this? This could? If bottling and putting the potion was allowed, she stored it away... Looking towards Eniel as he flopped down to the ground...

"How are all these people drinking it and are perfectly fine?"

She bit down on her bottom lip - nothing she could do here... "Fen, want to keep some of that for later? When we're not in the pits of nowhere... I don't need the both of you out of commission." She pleaded for him to not drink this here and now.

"If you want a different drink."

Another red flask was taken out of her bag and handed to him. "A different type of buzz if you're up for it." She handed him over a rage potion, clearly labelled so on the base of the vial...

She twirled around in her chair and looked towards the robed figured, just like everyone in the bar has done thus far... She just looked. No true expression projecting onto her face.
(Gisei Ultovex)
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[20:32] The giant Neries glances at the glasses across the bar. He'd then look across at wounded Barista. They'd been a cute sort, in their own way.

It was a simple motion for Syracuse to pull out a hanker-chief. Leaning over he'd smoothly wrap their head in the make-shift bandage.

"Sorry, told you they where nervous. Should have went with something weaker."

It was a quick affair, a bit of motion, a few words of apology. A kind countenance as he spoke to them.

Then? Then he'd turn around and look across the bar at the new arrivals. He'd tilt his head as he glanced at the bar again. There was that full bottle of Letter B.

He'd glance back to Gisei, she wouldn't let him have just a tiny drink? No, probably no- Holy hell she was up for it later. His smile only widened as he just barked out a laugh.

"Hah! I knew you'd be funner then Eniel and Hathor."

With a wink he'd take the bottle. After all sometimes the most enjoyable things came after waiting. Turning about he'd look towards the crowd of magi.

He'd point towards the rage potion then shoot them a finger gun. His baritone crossing the distance in but a moment.

"Mixing pleasures gent's care to join us?!"

It was a hearty offer and one that he'd hold up to. After all, he was a man of his vices. Drink or violence sounded fun to him. Perhaps the sparkling of scarlet in his eyes could hint towards his mood improving leaps and bounds as things got heated.

He cast a warm glance down towards the floor at Eniel. He'd almost forgotten about them, though he looked like he needed the relaxation. It would be a lie to say that Syra wasn't just a tad envious.

He'ddreamed of a good time, and thanks to his companion's he was having it. It was as if his gods where laying out a good time for him to enjoy.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[20:34] {Item} You picked up Rage Potion. Dropped by Gisei Ultovex. .
[20:41] Everything turns to crimson...His mind flashes cycles through countless stars planets and even the comets and meteors pass out through his gaze he is unbelievably satisfied, The sensation of his enemies skulls being crushed...He flies throughout space able to glide and touch each star absorbing their powers into him...His mind in a dream like state that felt as real as flesh and blood.


He returned to Agartha an immortal Apostle a being who has fulfilled his destiny for hundreds of years he has battled the likes of all the warriors and followers of Angel worshiper whether they be Azrael, Kraus, The Emperor or the divine beasts he has made them all his enemy.

Sin magic dances across Eniel's body as he has embraced his freedoms with rage built around him the crimson light of Belial's flag waves as the Theocratic nation built by himself and others who followed in Belial's name have begun leading the final marches against the last hold outs of the slaves of the Divine.

He and the other summoned Apostles are prepared to lay the land low in sieges. The last required item sleeps there that the need to accomplish their goals. As the battle ensues Eniel reaches towards the enemy leader clad in Shadow his face and feature obscured form his visions but he is aware this person is familiar to him.

After they battle Eniel has proven himself finally to be the stronger out of them and with his blade swinging with a final cleave Eniel is about to finally cut off the head of the one who caused him to suffer for so long...Azrael himself the Dreaded Angel who made his life a living hell.

As Azrael's head is separated from his body the boy Reaches for it he picks it up and begins to thrust it vigorously upon the battlefield proving that he had fallen the final angel.

Elishiva and her children come towards him next but they are easily taken out by the other Apostles he summoned to his side. There is no defeating him Eniel's power had long since been rewarded by Belial and nothing in this realm can defeat him...After the final war had been won he was awarded with the final prize the bodies and corpses of the Angels would be used as an offering to free Belial and Eniel was given the duty of one final burden.

To become the Vessel of Belial himself so he may enact his vengeance upon the world Kraus built. With Azrael dead for another Millenia there was no one who could stop him from taking over Eternia....Eniel's dreams were whispered to him as they have always been....It was his destiny to free Agartha and then this world... The dream like state he was in only continued the visions repeating over and over the only sign of familiarity was the symbol of the red moon hanging in the back ground of each scene he saw.

In the real world however Eniel was still intoxicated his eyes doubled over in an unnatural crimson shine almost as if influenced by an Oscuri's reika but in a more malignant way...yet on his voice he kept repeating words the very same word over and over to him there was no longer any inhibitions all his walls have been broken down with just a single shot.

"I'll give my all to Belial...he is my one and only true master...I will achieve freedom and Liberate Agartha...none shall stand in my way I'll KILL THEM ALL FOR YOU MASTER KEHAHAKHAKA " he was more than manic he had become truly insane it seemed. Although that was the path Eniel had long since knew he'd suffer down.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[20:43] She stood up, ready to help Eniel out...

But there was a pain that resonated through her body... A snake seemed to appear around her neck, biting down on it and sending searing amounts of pain through her body as a whole... "Gah�!" The undead called out as her master seemed to beckon for her presence...

She shook her head...

"Sorry boys, duty calls it seems. Stay safe and don't die."

She gave the two a thumbs up, raising her right hand with an emerald glow on its tips... She began to inscribe into the air a configuration of runes and circles that aligned with each other. Before long, she took her staff and slammed it into the middle of the configuration.

The whole bar lit up as the lifestream was torn apart right before their very eyes. A rift with the image of dawn was shown right before her... Being closer to Sors, even through the rift, made the pain die down a bit...

Although before she left, she turned quickly and attempted to grab at the bottle of B juice before zipping through the portal.

"I'll see ye at home."
(Gisei Ultovex)
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[21:06] {NARRATION} Eniel remains on the floor, spasming out and shrieking to the top of his lungs. The robed figures at the back of the room start to approach as potion 'B' is taken by Gisei as she jumps through a portal. They start to stomp forward, approaching rapidly.

"Unfortuantely- The drink is not for us. It is for the outsiders." All of the figures now point their palms towards Syracuse. "Drink. Find yourself at home as your friend has. Answers will become yours if you do. Things will not be so hostile. Trust us. We are the truth."

They awaited Syracuse's next move.
[21:18]
{LOAD GAME}

[21:20] Raised a brow at the stranger's as they pointed their palms at him. Where they trying to force him to do something? How very Azrealite of them.

It was a steady, smooth transition as his eyes flashed scarlet. Corrupted waves of cosmic energy radiating off of him as he started to stand. The euphoric energies radiated off of him like a beacon.

Here stood a blessed of Belial.

It wouldn't be arrogant to say that he probably dwarfed the magi. With a crazed smile he'd hold up his rage potion. There was genuine excitement in his voice as he spoke.

"Do you fools not see a Prophet of Belial when he walks in for a drink? What shallow answer could you give one who has convened with the Sealed God? Well, I'll have a drink alight, and then we'll see where you're middling attempt at commanding me gets you."

He'd quite clearly tke a step over Enielas he approached them. Those fiery waves of emotion and corrupted power radiating from him with every moment.

He hated being told what to do and was clearly just as much in the mood for a fight as he was for a drink. He couldn't help but feel these guys where a lot like Hathor and Eniel. What was up with these old school types and forcing people to enjoy themselves?

(Syracuse Fengari)
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[21:22] No matter how many time the visions played in his mind Eniel continued to make the very same expression of defeating his enemies one by one. Crushing them and allowing for his master to feed upon their souls only to make them stronger. Divine souls only empowered Belial's freedom even more.

Eniel enjoyed the carnage the enticing fear he could strike into his foes as he freed them caused them to suffer and watched as those who continued to be enslaved by the words of the divines were set freed. The Army of Belial took no prisoners. Either they would be corrupted by his magic or Killed right there and then.

Eniel made no other path. Liberation or Death were the only options one could be afforded. Chaos bent around his finger tips He was able to control the very lifestream defiling it to his will and bending anyone around him to his cause with just a mere touch. He called this power 'Liberation' yet it was nothing less than the power to force other to follow Belial. It was a method of binding their souls and forcing his own will upon them.

His mind already knew it was freedom, Being bound to Belial there was no chains only the power to live your best fantasy your true freedoms exposed. Nothing could make him see differently after all he was living his best life the life he wanted to make possible as long as those were bound to Belial they would be forced to enjoy their freedoms. Compelled to no matter what.

Although on the outside things seemed to be getting rowdy as the cultists would come in making it so Syracuse drank B as well Eniel was blissfully unaware not even knowing that Gisei had left as well.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[21:30] {NARRATION} The palms that are pointed at Syracuse don't glow with any magic or such- It would seem as if the palms are pointed for.. One reason or another? The way they had asked him to drink- It did not seem so forceful.

'Drink. Find yourself at home. Things will not be so hostile. Trust us. We are the truth.'

They continue to approach. No magic has been thrown, their tone is somewhat aggressive but not quite gutteral or ravenous. The doors and windows seem to close throughout the building now. Some kind of force was put on the bar itself.

Ten cultists- One Syracuse.
[21:39] Shifted his gaze towards the closing doors and windows. Now, he might have been willing to keep talking. Hell, he'd have even drunk the stuff if they're had been some charisma to these hooded strangers.

His face contorted into a scowl, where Eniel had some phobia of the high-class. Syracuse was outright fearful of being locked up. Again. It was a strange thing to see that scowl shift so easily into a manic grin.

Four years had been enough for a lifetime.

In a smooth motion he'd simply clap his hands together and!? Reach back around and grab the bottle of B from the barista. He'd offer a smile as he poured himself a drink.

It was as big a glass as he'd desired before. However, now? Well, he actually still wanted the drink. Like, a lot.

He actually paused, then glanced down at Eniel. What would he do if a stranger in his town was weak and unconscious?

Sacrifice them.

Well that settled it, in atwist he went from being about to drink the 'B' to chucking it in the arrayed Magi's face.

Perhaps he was being a bit rash. Perhaps it was all a misunderstanding. However, that all started to fade away as the rage potion touched his lips.

One Syracuse - Ten cultists.

He didn't quite aim to kill them, but when under the effects of Belail's Embrace and RAGE? Who could say what would happen.

Needless to say the axe'd all but materialized in his hand.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[21:40] {NARRATION} D20 for how much lethal force you fight with.

D20 for how well you do.

D20 for injury avoidance.
[21:42] (ows

D20 for how much lethal force you fight with.

D20 for how well you do.

D20 for injury avoidance.

Syracuse Fengari generated a random number between 1 and 20, it came up as: 10

Syracuse Fengari generated a random number between 1 and 20, it came up as: 15

Syracuse Fengari generated a random number between 1 and 20, it came up as: 2

Escaping Light [DM] generated a random number between 1 and 20, it came up as: 12

LOOC - Syracuse Fengari: (God I love those numbers.)

Escaping Light [DM] generated a random number between 1 and 20, it came up as: 5

LOOC - Eniel Daigal: [oof I crashed

LOOC - Eniel Daigal: [what happened
(Escaping Light [DM])
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[21:46] {NARRATION} Syracuse flies into a fucking manic period of rage and anarchy as he runs forward into the cultists who pushed closer and closer. As the axe manifested into his palms? That's when things got crazy. Beams are flying across the bar, the citizens inside have long since ran to the corners to go hide and cower.

Meteors spawn in the cultists hands and are flung at Syracuse as orbitals of yellow, normal cosmic magic glows from their presence. Syracuse's crimson overdrive flows forward and crashes against all of their force. And whilst they were novice magi, likely fresh to the field by a year or two-

They had the numbers over him. Syracuse didn't aim to kill, and even with his influences- It would seem that he would not kill the lot of them. All of them keep their heads by the time this bar brawl is finished with. Several beams had crashed into Syracuse's body, injuring him in the process with burns and bruises in blunt fashion-

By the end, he is spent and tired- An hour long battle- But he is ultimately standing as the victor by the end of it. In a now silent bar. With ten groaning cultists on the ground below him.

Eniel finally- Begins to wake.

(A temp will be distrubuted after a fight. So we don't slow down :thumbs_up:)
[21:52] Standing over the lot of beaten down cultists. Syracuse couldn't knock off the feeling that he'd done something fucking awesome and would probably forget about it later.

Fuck.

He shook his head as he breathed heavily. He'd glance down at the bodies, well none had died. He'd achieved his desire for a bar-room fight. Fantastic.

Was he tired? Spent? Yes, actually he'd glance down at the cultists. They'd not need their left over mana, right?

Invisible, to all but those gifted with the sight into the etherial plane. Tendrils of a smoky inconsistency slide from his fram.

They slithered around the ground easily latching onto the fallen magi. He could feel their life pulse, their mana reserves. There'd be no killing, no draining to the last drop. However, a quick 'donation' of their spar mana from his enemies wouldn't heart anyone.

He'd watched Eniel as they came to, eventually flashing a grin as he'd chuckle.

"That shit looks fantastic, we're taking some back to Dawn."
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[21:56] Eniel had been asleep for the battle he didn't know what the hell was going on as his dream like state began to fade, Azrael's head still in his hand he could feel the weight of the divines blood running down his body as he bathed in their blood excessive violence and terrors beyond what was normally thought to be pure.

The armies behind him chanting his favored Mantra. " Liberation of Belial or Liberation of Death." There was no other options within the minds of his cult they had all been proven to be powerful enough to stand along Eniel during many battles and as time passed his vision faded his armies turned into bar stools, The head of greatest foe turned into a hand bag of someone from the restaurant and....All the blood he felt of his victims was just the wine the guests were drinking....

As he rubbed his eyes again he would realize there was an actual battle going on or had been finished. He'd turn to observe both Syracuse falling victim to the combined assault of the red cloaked Magi and that battle and the injury that insured.

he'd notice the markings on their cloaks. 'B' same as the bottle as before...Where they that obvious about their worships? As he looked towards the Crimson cloaked Neries he could only attempt to ascertain that Syracuse had been attacked.

A bit of chaotic force would begin to drip out of Eniel as his nerves were calmed he remembered the sensation of Chaotic magics passing through him something he had been exposed to quite often in Dawn and in the Worldscape and now in his dream he felt so much more accustomed to it after experiencing something so revealing. His anger manifested and his blue eyes almost turned a deep red.

"What the hell is going on here...Are you not aware of our purpose...It is not my destiny to fail my mission and I won't let anyone keep me frommy goal...Now tell me who is the one I must impress to get what I desire? " The blade of not pulled from his back but he did channel his magics into an Aura of cosmic light not as glorious as Syracuse's own Crimson light but still quite powerful enough to invoke fear with he flare of chaotic magic being bent around him.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[21:58] The Godfather says, ".. That.. Would be me."
[22:02] {NARRATION} The few that lay on the ground are completely and utterly without movement for now. A small door near the edge of the bar starts to creak and make itself known. A literal hidden door that likely wasn't meant to be opened any time soon. A man steps free from that door now, cloaked in black pauldrons and a dark head of hair. It flows off of his head like water. As he approaches and makes himself apparent, his voice has a certain tone to it.

Confident, proud.

The Godfather turns his head to Syracuse and Eniel now with a brow raising as he did so. His hands are planted in his pockets as he arrived. The man must've looked as if he were in his early thirties- But something about him didn't quite scream natural.. Or even safe for that matter. Like a sixth sense that magi tend to acquire for half a second-

The Godfather was radiating bad vibes.

"Though.. I'm unsure if stomping out my followers was the way I'd truly start the impressing." He turns to Neries and Humand and snaps his fingers. The bodies on the ground?

An immediate telekinetic force is blasted throughout the room as they are picked up from their prone positions- Ten whole unconscious bodies are lifted like drones and mindless undead- And promptly rallied over to the wall nearest the Godfather.

He narrows his eyes back at the other two. Those from Dawn.
[22:10] Syracuse Fengari, man of many vices. Couldn't help but to give a sheepish smile as he offered a shrug. What could he really say? His blood was up and he wanted a fight.

"Sorry, blood got pumping. Ain't like I killed any of them. I know how hard it is to find good help."

He'd seem to rest his axe upon his shoulder easily as he spoke, the other hand lowered settling a thumb into his well-worn belt-loops.

He'd take a moment to size the man up, a soft smile upon his face as the cursed gift coursed through his veins. He couldn't help it really, he liked the cut of this guy's jig.

There was a lot to say about someone confident. Even if they where his enemy. Though before he started the charisma engines he'd look over to see what Eniel was up to.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[22:17] Eniel could feel it his slight tinge of Chaos magic that he had gathered out of anger was quickly overwhelmed by a larger force. An anomaly amongst magi who were not trained in this method of sensing Arcane magics but Eniel had long since done the training during his study of riftmancy under Nyphadora and he could at the very least ascertain this man was quite strong.

Yet Eniel didn't show any sign of backing down, Eniel however was still confused and under the effects of the strange liquids while he wanted to ask more about it he left it as it was...he would have Vedran test whatever that concoction was after they had gotten back to Dawn.


"Wasn't me. I was under the effects of this stuff. I assume. Its pretty obvious why where here. I've searched long and hard for more information, and I've come here to receive it. " Eniel kept his eyes on the leader for a while not moving it but he'd take his hand away from his sword and while he had hostile magics lingering on his body he'd eventually let them die down.

"Anyways you'll have to forgive this so called prophet he doesn't have any manners. I am Eniel Daigal. I've come to learn of the sealed one. That drink....it has given me such a reawakening of the possibilities that lies within m destiny...I cannot be held back from it for too much longer so." He'd still hold onto what grasp of chaotic magic he could muster although it was few compared to this man. He was almost as if this man was standing on top of a mountain as Eniel sat on a mound of dirt.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[22:18] The Godfather says, "Right. When you begin a conversation with a man who is on the brink of deciding whether to send you home in one piece or several- Perhaps your first sentence or even second- Should be your names."
[22:19] Syracuse Fengari says, "Yeah, I'm still on an adrenaline high."
[22:22] Simply jerked a thumb back towards his face as he gave his name to the elder magi. He knew enough to know they'd be a helluva fight. Yet, weren't all the best one's?

"Syracuse Fengari, Prophet of Belial and the Dreamer. Knight of the Wayward Star. Here to have some fun and help out this ass."

He'd jerk that same thumb to Eniel at the mention of an ass. Really? Throwing shade on him infront of another prophet? Not cool bro.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[22:22] The Godfather says, "Prophet. Right."
[22:22] The Godfather says, "Show me who you really are, Syracuse."
[22:22] The Godfather says, "Show me that you know how to be true to yourself."
[22:22] The Godfather says, "That will decide whether or not I turn you into paste on the wall."
[22:25] Eniel shook his head at Syracuses response...were they always like this or was he just noticing it now?
(Eniel Daigal)
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[22:25] {NARRATION} The Godfather's eyes immediately narrow as cosmic force starts to bubble off of his form. His arms and chest start to sparkle slightly- A bloody force permeates off and cloaked him in Belial's gift. Though it's different in a way. There is another force mixed inside.

There is one man's disgust for the rest of the world. It was his ire.

The pressure in the room heightens to a point that it is palpable- The mage who radiated with Arcane Chaos took a step forward now and points his palm back at Syracuse.

"Because my gut is telling me to turn you into the next drink we sell here."
[22:34] Tilted his head as he was so clearly threatened. He'd think back for a few moments, the drink was made from people?

He'd chuckle, that wasn't bad at all. Sure people tasted a bit gamey but who knew that they could make such great drugs.

His own aura blazed bright as his own scarlet hues leveled with the man. The writhing tendrils flickering in and out of the ethereal plane.

His head tilted towards the line up of unconscious but alive cultists along the side of the wall. If he'd wanted them dead he would have done it, yet he was under both Belial and a RAGE's influence and hadn't killed a one?

Now, that took willpower. He was a man of the world and he enjoyed it always. To the fullest, it was why he'd come here after all.

"Well, I've always found listening to your gut's the right call. Though, I have to admit."

He leaned forward a half an inch as he kept speaking.

"I need not show you anything, I am what I am and that's enough for me."

He'd never bowed and groveled to someone who'd threatened him. Oh sure he did it when it was offered on occasion but when he was being threatened? He just got angry.

His scarlet hues glanced to Eniel, now was a good time for him to do something if things went south.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[22:38] The pressure grew and even though Eniel knew the magics weren't directed at him out of instinct he opened a rift to the other side of the bar further away to get out of the range of any attack that would be thrown. A dodge of sorts.

Although he wouldn't exclude himself from battle he made sure to keep an eye on the situation from a distance. His confidence wasn't misplaced with Arrogance...Looking upon the man who bore this magic it was undoubtedly the mixing of both a Sin and the manifestation of Belial's blessing...Another who had claim to such power.

Eniel knew he could not fight him head on not like this...He was far too weak and without Belial's gifts yet...But still would he let Syracuse die? He hadn't decided yet honestly...maybe it would be a benefit in its own right....But no he could not just abandon him even if he wasn't an ally of he and Hathor's cult he was at least a Legion member that was enough for Eniel to ready himself for battle if needed...

Yet his freedom of rage exposing itself to the world was immense...Eniel had always lusted after the power of the Sins. They were ultimately the most free any being could become...It was the ultimate showing of embracing Belial's wisdoms.

And thus to see this man clad in the very same magics Eniel had lusted after made him both angered and envious...but there was much more Eniel could learn by keeping him alive than going into combat with him...

Eniel sighed and grabbed his blade. What an idiot..."Syracuse...if my destiny is ruined because of you're idiocy I will kill a thousand times worst than this man will. I hope you understand that." He points his blade towards the Nereis first. Then he lifts the cleaver weapon onto his back.

"I'll ask once more before we do this...Will you forgive him for he is but a fool doused in dubious beliefs. Had he not been a Knight of my faction I would've let you kill him on the spot. But I assure you understanding his truth brings you no merit. My Destiny here is all that matters."

(Eniel Daigal)
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[22:41] {NARRATION} Before the next RP is dropped, this particular fight is high CoD and unfortuately is not unavoidable.. If it turns poorly and you roll low, you will die. If you drop below 100 vitality from wounds dealt by this foe- You will die.

If you lose the fight itself, one person who was fighting will die. At any point during a fight, you may decide to flee and take your injury roll then and there.
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Your IC post will drop in one moment.
[22:49] {NARRATION} The Godfather raises into the air now and brings his palms together as Arcane force builds within his fingertips. He flicks his hands in their direction as a literal tidal wave of crushing, telekinetic power rushes at Syracuse with immediate and direct lethal force.

Syracuse may have refused to bow to any man- That was his truest self.

But the Godfather refused to let anyone live that would not bow. The two voices of Belial had clashing ideals- And as burning malice calls to the Godfather- He wouldn't hesitate even a second. He calls into the room, now disrespecting Eniel.

"You rightful idiot.. You don't understand a single thing about the Chaotic One, do you?" He kicks off of the floor and creates a massive meteor in his palm immediately. It burned with crimson force. "Being your true self is -all that matters.- I had to see where ideals would place us. I have decided that his place him under my boot. If he doesn't bend? He. Will. Break."

The entire bar starts to quake as wooden boards below and in the walls around begin to creak and crack. The Godfather was going to level the building itself.

"You do not know what brings me merit, worm."
[22:57] Looked up as it began, now one could call the expression upon his face a smile but that'd do it a disservice.

Imagine if you will how elated the salmon feel as they swim upriver. How thrilled the bear when it awakens from hibernation. How happy the drunk when he gets a free beer.

He'd immediately raise a barrier about himself. Pulled from the energy of his own soul, an rarely tapped source of his power. Yet, it was needed to avoid the debris as it began to fall down.

He wasn't a able to fly, no that'd always been beyond his grasp. However, he could do a few things. Namely he'd inhale sharply, before exhaling a ear splitting screech up towards the floating apostle.

Awash in the fiery power of the cosmos and dreams. It was as if the wills of several gods competed in this moment for which truth would matter in the world.

His wouldn't be bent or broken, not by this sin-ridden monster or by Hathor and Eniel's sect. It'd remain true, up and until he suffered his second and final death.

No Fear.
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[23:01] Eniel didn't like being disrespected...not a single bit...all the initial fear that he felt and the worry of how powerful his foe was left him. A slow rise of his chaotic magics and ethereal cosmic magic began to dance across his form...'idoit' That word...that same damn word that the Oscuri used to call him...

Cosmic magics flared and from it brought the Hellstorm of Occultic lightning that danced along Eniel's blade as he spun the cleaver around sharpening it with lightning magics. He gargled in fury as he heard himself being disrespected.

'Worm' more insults pouring from the mans mouth as the na・e Knight stood taking the insults into his mind frame more horrid magics beginning to bleed from him.

" What the hell did you call me? Impress you my ass....I'll take your head back with me...You asshole...I gut you and rip out your damn eyes you'll be the perfect sacrifice toward Belial..." A seething hatred his ire towards the world beginning to manifest in his own unqiue way the stream of yellow cosmic magic that envolped his body was being invaded by the horrid power of corruption bleeding into it a crimson red.

Though not as mastered as the other two Eniel's magics were sharper and honed. He wouldn't stand for any such speak of him in such a vile manner. His chaotic magic only growing more and more deeper as he spilled into a berserkers like rage almost as if he had consumed a rage potion yet none remained seen. He was going for it.

"Syracuse you better not die or give up I want HIM DEAD ILLL FUCKING CRUSH HIS BONES TO DUST. YOU THINK I KNOW NOTHING OF THE CHAOTIC ONE ILL SHOVE YOUR HEAD IN YOUR ASS. " Bilgerent and unstead his hands move towards the cleaver and with one swift swing he opened a rift intending to fall through it the other rift appeared directly above the man Eniel aiming to slice his head off in one swift motion.

"KEHAAKHAHKA YOUR FUCKING HEAD IS MINE. " Something horrid awakened in Eniel perhaps the sleeping power his father gifted to him perhaps the chaotic magic that flowed through him even more densely because of this mans existence and even more so was the B liquid he had ingested still reminding him of what his destiny could be...It wouldn't end her not now Eniel rushed head first in an attempt to end this all here and now.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[23:02] {NARRATION} [Remember: If you feel that the fight is looking bad; You absolutely have the right to flee and take injuries rather than risk death. Good luck. You will absolutely need it.]
[23:11] Syracuse Fengari whispers: I'ma rush him with everything I got. He should be slowed take advantage.
[23:16] {NARRATION} KO COUNTER
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Syracruse: 3
Eniel: 2
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Player victory by the millisecond. A kill cannot be orchestrated on the Godfather, however he will have to flee without being able to take cultists or anything from the secret door.

ROLL D6 FOR POTENTIAL INJURIES. Congratulations. I didn't actually think you could do it.
[23:18] {NARRATION} Eniel: 4 Day Temp
Syracuse: 12 Day Temp
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You may RP while you're on your victory high. Injuries will be handled after.
[23:28] It was the greatest feeling in the world for the mad prophet. The feeling of victory, but a piece. The rush of death, but a piece. The validation of his beliefs, but a piece.

It was all things in that moment, in that second. The feeling of his gods at his back, the rush of their gifts as he charged into battled.

Even for a brief moment, the feeling of comradery that he felt towards Eniel for his steadfastness in battle. If only the younger magi had been more willing to understand.

In the end it did not matter, he'd not been born to rot under the bootheels of another. His scarlet hues blazed as they watched the Godfather, make his escape.

Slowly he licked his lips, tasting the feeling of their power. Feeling the weight of it, the age. It was all so delicious. Possible some of the best mana he'd ever tasted.

Yet, in the end? They'd won the battle and his foe had escaped. It was not a bad thing to lose him, for in the next battle Syracuse swore he'd be stronger. Ready to fight that being of chaos which stood so opposite his beliefs.

"Praise unto the Pantheon.

His gaze glanced skywards, towards the heavens above. He may have lost before in the wars and grudge matches back in the rest of Agartha.

But he felt that would be changing soon. He'd tested his faith against an elder speaker of Belial and came out true.

He'd turn about to start checking upon the wellbeing of the citizenry and magi who'd been unfortunate enough to be caught in the battle.

Perhaps some would still be alive?

(Syracuse Fengari)


[23:33] Eniel was moved like any berserker would his cleaver sword Known as 'Sorcers Rend' gripped tightly in his hands using rift portals created from his pure raw and untested energy he unfearingly used them to quickly bounce from space to space dashing in and out of combat while sending horrid volts of lighting from every direction at the man.

Aiming to chop of a limb or at the very least burn his own insignia into the mans flesh he wanted his death. All of Eniel's attacks were send cascading cosmic magic focused into sharpened blades with Hellstorm magic each attack aimed to chop of or cleave a body part in the most grotesque fashion Eniel could come up with.

Gravity compelled him to move faster with flight beaconing his abilities making him faster, The rift portals being used as ideal subterfuge to hide himself before appearing in an random portal. Electric shocks being throw towards him as he avoided the flames and cosmic magics being shot out by the man.Eniel was blasted back by a beam of read cosmic magics only for Syracuse to take advantage of that opening with his own magics.

After Eniel' had been blown back he'd gathered lightning into his palms and channeled it into his cleave his rage building up again more and more and more and with a the gathered Lightning he aimed for the mans head once more throwing open a rift portal and leaping through it freely appearing above him and Dropping at fast speeds while being cloaked in cosmic magic. He came falling down like a Comet or a meteor with his blade in hand his final move went to slash the mans head off entirely.

Although by just a small margin of Error or perhaps the chaotic magics acting as a buffer between he and Eniel's blade. Eniel missed by just a second and instead cleaving deeply into his shoulder. Blood spewing out from the Godfathers arm.

As he cried in pain he send Eniel flying with another burst of his raw chaotic force knocking the berserker down to the ground once again. Eniel screamed his own raw chaotic being thrown back towards the man despite how minor it was compared to his own it was clear having been blasted by that magic so many times during this battle he was beginning to understand it more and more.

As it seemed the Godfather was aiming to Flee Eniel would jump again aiming to cut him off and finish it at last but he coughed up blood tripping and falling into the ground...that last blast of Chaotic magic did a lot more damage than he had expected. His body hurt and his body still burned with his hatred.

He took a knee supporting himself with his cleaver dug into the ground. "G-Get your ass back here....I'm not done wit you yet...I AM THE CHAMPION OF BELIAL. NO ONE WILL EVER DENY MY DESTINY...THE STARS...THE MOON THEY ALL TOLD ME SO....GET BACK HERE DAMN IT I...I'LL KILL YOU...!!!! " His screams began to die down the rifts he opened waning in the distance before eventually being forced closed by the lifestreams natural order.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[23:39] ** The Godfather has inflicted an injury upon Syracuse Fengari. ("Beam Barrage", "Syracuse's body has been battered and beaten down by several nova rays from an array of cultists with bad intentions. He has bruises across his chest and ribs, and some of them have been fractured just slightly.", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[23:39] Eniel Daigal says, "I got force choked"
[23:40] ** The Godfather has inflicted an injury upon Syracuse Fengari. ("Broken Arms", "Both of Syracuse's arms have been broken by a wave of condensed, unfuckwithable Arcane energy. Telekinesis carried the Neries and slammed him into a wall. It felt as if three mountains were dropped onto his shoulders.", "Temporary", "Duration: Long (12 days)") **
[23:46] {NARRATION} The Godfather is thrown backwards now, having taken them lightly to the very end. Even when he stopped using Chaos, they beat him back. It made him curious- It made him want to see just how far they would go. As he is thrown backwards and forced to take a cosmic dash in blunt force- He finds himself injured and unable to fight more without risking his own life.

That's a no.

The man leaps upwards, flying into the sky and opting to stand on the ruins of his own bar. "You know.. Not many try me. We'll see just why that is in due time." He snaps his fingers once more, and causes the rest of the building to start to quake and collapse inwards.

They had but one place to run to for safety after the fact. The hidden bunker. They had a few options now.

They could save the civilians- Or the cultists- But not both. The Godfather groans with his battle wounds, and immediately made his escape to the far east. Away from this place, to rest, bide his power.
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(The Godfather)
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[23:50] The Godfather is thrown backwards now, having taken them lightly to the very end. Even when he stopped using Chaos, they beat him back. It made him curious- It made him want to see just how far they would go. As he is thrown backwards and forced to take a cosmic dash in blunt force- He finds himself injured and unable to fight more without risking his own life.

That's a no.

The man leaps upwards, flying into the sky and opting to stand on the ruins of his own bar. "You know.. Not many try me. We'll see just why that is in due time." He snaps his fingers once more, and causes the rest of the building to start to quake and collapse inwards.

They had but one place to run to for safety after the fact. The hidden bunker. They had a few options now.

They could save the civilians- Or the cultists- But not both. The Godfather groans with his battle wounds, and immediately made his escape to the far east. Away from this place, to rest, bide his power.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[23:53] When it came right down to it in that moment. Syracuse couldn't help but feel for the cultists he'd beaten into the dirt.

So, they'd be the one's who he'd pick up and run into the bunker with. Surely with him and Eniel working on the same page they could get them all.

Rushing into the hidden room and safety without slowing down. He'd no desire to get crushed under a house.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[23:55] Eniel would feel the pressure of magics dwelling forth towards him as the buildings was beginning to collapse Eniel couldn't speak but he could still move. Searching for the remaining cultists he'd leave the remaining citizens to their own fate.

He didn't care for the rich or the snobbish types anyways they could all die for what he cared but those that worshiped Belial didn't deserve such a dire fate.

carrying two unconscious cultists in his hands and another being hosted around his shoulders. Eniel would force open a rift out of sheer will and throw them into the bunker and he himself would be tossed in as well after them.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[23:59] {NARRATION} Inside the bunker- As ten Belialist cult members are saved with the two- They find a vast array of things here. Beds for the hidden, food, a bunker for those in need of a place to stow themselves away. They find a library, were a mighty Grimoire is on a giant podium to represent its stature in this place.

Several other items, such as ore, alchemicals, and even materials can be scavenged across the place.

They were free now- To take from here- To leave- But one this is certain. They leave here knowing a lot more about Belial.. Than before.



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[00:03] Eniel made his way towards what he felt was most important, He grabbed the Grimoire and the fairy powered as well as some mythril he saw idling on the ground. The bunker was safe but still not stable. He had been drained not only from combat but from opening so many rifts while still being untrained...Yet he focused once more...Feeling the chaotic magics that were teeming in the book he used it to his advance and broke apart the lifestream as if it were glass.

A shatter fromed into reality and broken open was a gate way towards the hills of Dawn their church that had been made for the Cultists of Belial. Although it strained him he spoke feeling the pain of his throat forming." Get your ass in if you wanna survive...I can't hold it open forever. " he said in a weezy tone leading the rest of the 10 cultists and Syracuse in before jumping in himself.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[00:05] Had been left by Eniel to carry seven cultists, on god it was a good thing he was a huge son of a bitch.

He'd heft them into the hidden basement. Keeping them safe as he hurried after. He knew these cultists where more of the mind of Eniel's branch of forceful freedom.

However, it was their life to live not his own. He'd look around the room, the bunker. His eyes traveled across the blighted Grimoire.

His scarlet hues settled upon it for a few moments. Then? He turned away, looking for something else. He'd nothing to learn from the prattling's of those who'd come before.

His beliefs followed a different line of thought.

He'd continue to look through the bunker until he finally found a broken an chipped piece of gemstone.

He'd just enough time to grab it before he leaped into the rift created by Eniel. What a useful trick.

Did he gain a cool book or a bunch of followers? No. However, he knew a certain zambie with a cup of 'B'.
(Syracuse Fengari)