Fenrir Lich Infestation 2/15 (High CoD)

The group enters the the maze-like castle grounds of the Fenrir's Tomb of Heroes. Many legendary men fell and were buried in this place. Mercenaries of renown and might like no other. It is a great insult that Sarasha's father wasn't buried here, she was too busy running away to get him to the proper tomb. How...Quaint.

Though, it matters not - those within the grounds see hundreds if not thousands of bodies lying all over the place. Rotten. Dead for a while, or so it seemed. Maggots climbed out of a very specific body lied out in front of the group, after seemingly eating out an entire eyeball.

Within the carnage, the smell of death was the only thing they could try to familiarize themselves with. No matter.

There was more to come.

A hooded figure in white garbs approaches with grace, her steps alone are enough to make any man twirl in his place.

"The Ancient One was expecting you. Fresh subjects! So cute. Especially you, ashen haired one." She referred to Sih, "I hadn't seen your kind for a while now. You'd make for a good toy..." She covers her mouth, laughing ever so slightly.

The demon seemed to be fairly deadpan, even as he was looked towards the body that was being consumed by maggots. Disgusting, how wasteful. Waving his hand, he crossed his arms afterwards and lifted his head.

"A toy? I am no one's toy, nor am I belonging to anyone." He murmured, but otherwise let the actual Fenrirs speak. He was only along with the crew- not part of the clan or anything else.
(Sih'Ianhu)
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 The tomb of heroes. Not that there were really any of her kin buried here. They were all mercenaries and died like such. Buried in the fields where they fell. Though Lumi's branch perhaps was buried here instead.

Sarasha stepped along with the group, shaking her head at the bodies laying around. Not a good sign. Then stepped forth the woman in white. Unphased by their words, this was just another job. She feinted her hand to the side, a gesture to disregard the comment.

"Just why were you expecting us?" Sarasha then asked in a curious tone.
(Sarasha Fenrir)
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[18:06] Now, you may be asking - Why in the name of Kraus is a Valmasian mercenary up on this mountain alongside the Fenrirs?

It's a good question.

… He just liked Lumi, that's about it. The kid had potential to bring him some toys to play about in his robberies-- So why not give the kid a hand?.. Not to mention this place might have a fair amount of loot to snag.

Royal couldn't pass that kind of opportunity up.

With the whistling tune of the Corvinus soon faltering into a low, fading whistle he'd furrow his brow. So this was the Tomb of Heroes?.. There's a soft hum in his throat as they continued forth; Stray looks cast towards what was around them.

What he might be able to loot later on.

Yet, here came a figure... Sapphire hues roll over their frame for a moment as a light scoff escapes him. "Expectin' us, huh?.. Didn't see a carpet laid out back there."

Briefly snickering to himself he'd let the Fenrirs get to the talking. That was probably best.
(Royal Corvinus)
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 Dun would follow along with mirthful cheer into the depths of the fabled tomb of heroes, puffing away contently on his corncob pipe as he glanced about the nearby surroundings with a thoughtful tap of his chin. The clown prince was in his element in the depths of danger and unknown, and was perfectly happy to clank away with his black sabatons into the heart of the storm.

That tended to be the most entertaining part, he reckoned.

His half melted mask stuffed with minty incense, the scent of rotten corpses effected him little as he glanced about at the piles of bodies, humming to himself with glee as he tapped his visage's chin with contemplation. There were certainly a large amount of corpses about, but how many of them were necessarily old.

How many were fresh.

Pausing before the hooded figure as the party at last assembled before the strange woman, the clown would tilt his head lightly at the woman's address with a steady nod.

"Always ancient one this, old one that, you think they'd think of more creative names at this point. Something more fear inspiring than just being geriatric."
(Dun)
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 Sarasha Fenrir says, "I'd be more amused if they called us a circus, and you the ringleader, Dun."
 Einar would slowly hold onto his staff looking at the rather decrepit yet grand tomb of the fenrirs Honestly he probably wouldn't have come due to his tussle with the ice giant..

But he had a special place for the young lumi and was asked along and well Einar was not one to refuse family even if he had his own opinions lately of his family being rather negative.

Upon the white cloaked figure approaching he would stay silent for a moment taking a deep breath before speaking. "Ancient one huh?. How ancient we talking about like starting of time ancient a hundred years ancient? Its a broad term now?" He spoke being the smart ass he was
(Einar Fenrir)
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A maze like Tomb..Just what had the mad dog of the fenrirs led his friends and family too? Why none other than a treasure hunt. But..here? It wasn't even time to pull out the map. Keeping it neatly tucked away within the confinds of his pack before looking at the entire group briefly.

"Right so..I just want to say if it gets too dangerous I don't blame any of ya' for running away. Just in case y'know..we get a Mr. Glass incident. I don't blame him buuut...It was worthwhile to stay after all."

There was a bit of a twitch from the fenrir. His own brance of family members was stationed here..Even up to his wild father who's own personality he took parts of. Then again..wild family, wild child.

But even survaying the carnage that lay around the hundreds, if not thousands of bodies..It was simply a new time. But as a Hooded figure approached all in white? There was a thin lipped smile upon Lumi's face as he turned towards him.

"See, No ancient one is taking my friends. Nor are we being subjects. Personally? I'm here to see my family branch tomb. So...Do let us pass. I'd hate to carve you up."
(Lumi Fenrir)
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 Lumi Fenrir says, "Mh..Lets not bring it up again."
{NARRATION} The woman merely gazes at Dun, with a snap of her fingers - all of those dead bodies jumped up, "I got a joke for you clown. An idiot walks into my castle and doesn't submit?" She merely giggles, "He dies! Ha. A cool ending, right, right? Except - he doesnt really die." She steps on one of the undead's head as she moves closer to the group, which screams 'uwu' afterwards.

"As Ancient as time itself. Reality bends around him, little one." Though she keeps on approaching, floating through the herds of her legions - come to think of it, this one is just a student and she already commands about a thousand of these buggers. How about her own master?

She stares at Lumi, "I smell you off your cousin's back." She says, squinting ever so slightly - disgusted. She does not need to say more.

She looks back to Sarasha and Royal, "Oh believe me, you're about to take one hell of a Valmasian greeting."
 {NARRATION} accept rpb dun
There was a small pause as he looked towards the woman at his retort.

"And the only thing I can smell off you is these corpses shit lips."
(Lumi Fenrir)
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 Rolls his eyes and lets out a soft cough of embarrassment as the odd figure spoke their words completely at a lost of words himself as he looks at lumi letting out a soft chuckle.
(Einar Fenrir)
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{NARRATION} ready up
{NARRATION} The Warriors managed to fight through the legion of undead! How quaint. The student failed her master. Oh-ho... Hohoho...

While fighting, the pressure of her own magic and the strength of her legion of undead magi - ice magic, occultic magic and even advanced energy magic - they were all thrown in.

To her surprise, however, Lumi's capability to connect with his spiritual side was potent, for one reason or another - once her magic fired at him, the raw energy from her blast was consumed into his person - only forcing his spirit to react in the same way. His entire body glows - his eyes a blue gleam as the blast charged up his energy.

Next to her, was Sarasha, whose ice was as cold as she was - apathic and severely disconnected from her own family, once her sword glew as it's temperature dropped to sub-zero; avoiding a direct attack from the Necromancer, she manages to form herself into mist - the coldness of her nerves and her own temperature focuses the mist to condense and hail down with sharp projectiles onto the witch.

That surprised the Necromancer, only for Royal to come out from behind one of her soldiers - exploding in Crystal - boosting himself with more crystal empowerments, he manages to summon a blast of pure fire sending her backwards, searing her flesh as he did -

And the Demon gets the juicy half cooked flesh - only when he starts to chew down onto the body, he finds the taste rotten yet has a special knack of magical empowerment - severely alluring the taste was yet as horrible as black tar.

The Necromancer seemed to step out closer to the entrance - didn't she just disappear into Sih's maw?

"The secret to defeat the master is puns. The better you have, the more likely you are to power him down. I have figured this secret out myself, willing to take his place - but you lot seem to have it in you to do it yourselves. We're both benefitting from this proposal - oh - the clone you fought? Yeah. She's weak. I wouldn't want to cross me, either. Take your information and fetch me my throne."
[19:23] {NARRATION} Dun punches the Necromancer. She makes a HONK sound. HONK HONk


 Sometimes, the best foods for oneself tasted horrible. Though the demon tasted the horrible flavor of blackest tars, he knew and felt the magical empowerment in the flesh itself. Chewing on it until he was filled for now, the demon stood up, wiping his mouth and speaking.

"What a nice meal... If I could have the real thing..." He murmured, closing his eyes, before floating upwards due to the potion he'd drank earlier. Twirling towards the others, he seemed- strangely- unharmed for now. Pursing his lips, he spoke out.

"Well, our destination is clear, then." He mumbled, grinning with sharp teeth.
(Sih'Ianhu)
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 {NARRATION} Einar's magic condenses into a rather large construct of ice, pushing the witch off while Sih was enjoying his meal. The Glacier of a spell managed to knock the necromancer senseless - what was this power?
[19:31] Dun would bring forth his hardened, energy shrouded fist with invigored force and violence as he lunged against the throngs of undead, swinging with reckless abandon upon the corpses that rose without fear of infection or injury. It was a hunter's job to hunt beasts, to purge such scourges from the face of the earthen soil, and so it must be.

The force of the necromancer's doppleganger manifested in titanic beams and boundless barrages of roaring rings, battering even the hardened, well tried defenses of the pugilist with their repetition and brutality. Yet, he maintained his vigor throughout the battle, and through it refused to fall no matter how much duress he suffered through.

Delivering a honking, tonking haymaker to the woman's jaw, the clown warlord would leap back with a steady hop and clank of his black sabatons, whistling lightly to himself a jolly tune fit for good hunting. Maintaining the spirit of the hunt was important, it would light the way for all challenges to come.

"I guess you could say he'd be....weak from laughter, ohohohohohoho! Terrible."
(Dun)
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And a Valmasian welcome it was! A legion of undead stood between them and their prize and by KRAUS was he going to burn his way towards it. Cackling half to himself and to those about him the Corvinus reels his staff back.

Shards upon shards of crystals form from the dust collected about his form. Rubies, sapphires, and emeralds shoot forth to explode upon contact. Each explosion just fueled him further - Each wave of flame stemming from the foci of his staff urging him forward.

Screaming for him to burn the corpses to ashes - To burn and scorch a path for his allies.

Soon enough he'd done just that. With a ruby clenched in one hand the Valmasian whorls his staff about; A torrent of flame circling about the foci. From that ruby came power, and from his greed came raw heat.

A ball of concentrated flame sent the Necromancer flying.

Wait, that was a clone? Royal's face scrunches up as they're told to CLAIM the throne for them... A snarl soon forms on the fire magi's mug as he shakes his head from side to side.

"Don't fuckin' care 'bout y'throne, but if you toss in some shit when we do get up there?.. Gems, coins, fuckin' ores-- What have y', it's all set by my end."

Sapphire hues turn towards Lumi. "Ain't my fuckin' call though." Without further ado he'd crush the ruby, soon taking out his healing elixir SHOULD HE NEED IT, intent to carry on.
(Royal Corvinus)
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 Honestly? It was mayhem fighting through all of it. Ice, the stars, even with advance enegy magics tossed in? Was dangerous enough, far too dangerous in the very end. Swinging around his massive axe and blade forged from a rather red stone. It was easy enough to weave in and out.


Until of course he was blasted through and through with beam after beam of energy. Expecting some form of pain from it except..it was the actual opposite of it. Devoured through and through as it felt worse than ever. Searing his spirit to the brink before he pushed himself even further. Willing himself to fight on for the people he brought along for the event..after all it just fueled him even further.


Glowing as if he was a literal star in the night as whisps of mana swirled around him almost as it came down to the very end of the fight. If anything? He was a giant night light. Though the erupting glow from his being gave him new refound courage throughout it all. At least he could currently see better in the night.

"Right..Sooo, map time. Lets get this party started yea? Yea. Lets go get us a god damn throne."
(Lumi Fenrir)
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 Weaving through the crowd of undead, Sarasha's very presence froze the decrepit figures in place. This made their bodies feeble and like glass to break. Simple horizontal cleaves with her father's relic shattered the raised dead. There was a correlation between her bond with the Winter's Eclipse and the power that came with it. The more she attuned herself and developed her skill with it, the stronger it became.

Sarasha evaluated how effective she was in keeping the pressure of the group she set out with, so she made the openings and provided the cover needed for them to route the necromancer. The undead were kept off them and she slowed down their master from afar while doing so.

At this point, Dun, Lumi, Einar, Sih'Ianhu, and Royal would have their morales boosted seeing her in action. Apathy for those poor souls of the undead brought back to the necromancer's whim. That's what was prevalent.

"Looks like the dead have been put back in...cold storage?" She made her attempt at a lame joke.
(Sarasha Fenrir)
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 Lumi Fenrir says, "I guess..he got /cold/ feet."
 Dun says, "..."
Sih'Ianhu says, "... This emphasis on whatever a pun is... Is rather distracting."
 Dun would hold up a sign with a 3 on it.
(Dun)
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Sih'Ianhu says, "Calm yourelf."
 Royal Corvinus says, "Doin' jokes ain't exactly in my paycheck. I'll uh... Leave it to the actual clowns."
While the group of mercenaries fought the hordes of undead and the necromancer boy oh boy was she tough! and honestly?. a glint would appear in his eyes he was loving the fight the thrill of the danger the difficulty of combat.

That was until...The fight had ended the ice of the boy hitting the necromancy while the other had finished her off it would have left the boy a bit slightly empty while sure he didn't do much he felt he figured... He could have a bit more fun.

The ice shards that Einar had fired were becoming more larger and he had a bit more precision seeming he was getting better and better at controlling his abilities,

Looking at the girl as she spoke about puns Einar would think for a moment but stayed silent letting the other talk while he took a breather for a moment while others spoked.

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(Einar Fenrir)
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 Sarasha Fenrir says, "Dun, I'm sorry. Comedy does not run in the family."
 Lumi Fenrir says, "...I'm trying Dun please.."
Lumi...Leads the party through the winding maze! After all he has the map for some reason and was..actually able to read the damn thing. Making sure to avoid all the winding traps and weird puzzles before coming upon the entrance of the throne room. Staring at the double doors dected in gold.

"Right, Well..that was faster than I thought it would be. But..are you guys ready to enter the throne room? Cause..we can totally do this. I believe in all of us."


There was a half shrug. A stare tossed around the entire room before giving one last shrug and..low and behold? Pushing the doors open to see whatever fortune would be inside it all.

(Lumi Fenrir)
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Sarasha walked beside Lumi as they looked over the map. Quickly she flipped it over and handed it back to him. She giggled then stepped on ahead without looking back.

"C'mon. This is going to be amusing. Wonder what else we can find down here."

Her strut was made with the tapping of her heels hitting the floor and echoing down the long halls that they followed.

"Just up ahead, right?"
(Sarasha Fenrir)
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 Dun would nod lightly as he dusted himself off, being lead throughout the confines of the maze without much in ways of color commentary or ambient punnery. This was young Lumi's adventure after all, his part in this was merely to throw hands and secure success through any means possible.

Just as a mercenary should do.

Following along with a steady cacophony of metallic clanking as his black sabatons tapped lightly against the maze's floor, the clown would nod lightly in response to Lumi's encouragement, offering a calloused thumbs up to the young Fenrir with a firm nod.

"No fear. We'll take on whatever gets thrown at us, and we'll make it back. No reason to presume any other outcome."
(Dun)
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 Mazes... Fuck he hated mazes. Royal grumbled as they continued forward - Through winding turns to traps and puzzles.

Sapphire hues scan the gold double doors with a wide and greedy grin. "Well, least they know how to make a decent entryway!.. Wonder how much these are even worth…"

Yet, the Corvinus knew well enough there wasn't a way in Helheim they'd get those things out. With a light hum he'd raise a brow, focusing on Lumi.

"I ain't leavin' 'ere empty handed. Don't care if I lose another arm or a fuckin' eye; I came 'ere fer coin 'n treasures... Open this shit up, let's get it goin'."
(Royal Corvinus)
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 {NARRATION} The Group walks through a large maze, everything around seems waay too big for it to actually exist. While passing by different strokes and diffferent holes in the walls - they managed to make their way to a large arena - within it lies a massive beast - easily bigger then Gilburg the Ice Giant. A 30 ft TITAN, mixed together with different people of different races - along with animals - even some dragon seems to be thrown in there.

It looks down at the group, just like a puppet - immobile until Bones McSkellington peers down at the group. "HAH! You guys managed to get down here, what did you do - quit CORPSING around? HAHA!" The bone creature merely chuckles, enjoying his jokes - nodding twice in approval.

"Well, Brain, sik em pooch." The Bone speaks, winking, "Got you a BONE to play with." The creature seems about ready to have dinner, unlike someone who refused to go!


 {NARRATION} The group rips one of the titan's legs off! That's a feast for the small Sih to enjoy, really, nothing but nourishment for the little Demon.

Sarasha's mist hail seems to only shred through the titan as well - though, to their surprise, they're blasted by their own hail! What? Why are they hitting themselves. Dun c an tell that the creature was as funny as he was.

Einar's compressed magic of ice constructs is sent right back at him, seemingly copying the Demon's own magic, Glacier seems to be merely tearing through the Titan, losing yet another leg.

"Ohoho, that was a ton of work." The Skeleton winks, "A skeleton." The Lich had puns for days, even years, maybe centuries too - Lichdom was loneliness. Nothing better to do with his life but to test these promisin group of people.

Only for Dun to punch the Titan into pieces - holy shit - what was the clown fed?! The Skeleton jumps out of his seat, "HOLY BONES. WHAT THE FUCK?"
[20:53] The demon seemed to just wander over, rubbing at his head and picking up a piece of the leg. Then, he walked back over to the group- well, wobbled over to the group. He was quite injured, but he'd survive otherwise. For now, anyway.

Chewing on the flesh, he looked over the others and sighed. After a few moments, he spoke up quietly.

"We've got to do this. We're boned otherwise. Not to mention..." He sighed quietly, coughing a little bit.

"We'd likely be dropping in large numbers. So long as we cooperate, however, I see no reason why we can't handle this."

Bleeding, and frozen, and partially burnt, he turned forward, cloak flaring out in a blast of wind for a moment.
(Sih'Ianhu)
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 "Th'fack?!"

Sarasha felt the effects of her own chilly nature as it was reflected back to her. Okay, now even she is frustrated with herself. IT was obvious on her face that it was irritating. So irritating that...

"This is what happens when you sit alone for years! You become Ice-olated"

She snickered to herself as she waited out their deflecting technique before climhazzarding the giant up with giant spikes of ice following her in ascent. Then she pushed off their face with a foot and disengaged, letting the next comrade to attack.

"And the was just the tip of the iceberg!"


(Sarasha Fenrir)
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 With all this mimicry in the air? It was virtually painful to actually deal with. Having their own attacks tossed back at them before hand but this? This was something else entirely new and..honestly? Disturbing. The Titan's legs getting quite literally torn off before long the eitherially lit fenrir turned towards Sih and then back to the Lich. A weary smile on his face after all.


"Hey Sih..bone Appetit! I guess you could say this guy is really bone dry." Dear god where his puns completely bad..but for the fenrir who just seemed to grow brighter and brighter the more either magic was shot at him.


Guess you could say he was just the lightbulb in the room...Even if it was getting hard to see considering he looked like he could light up an entire cave.
(Lumi Fenrir)
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 Dun would dip and weave through the fields of fire, ice, and lightning with a deft hop of his black sabatons in excitement and mild mortal terror, the living storm of undead almost more than the clown could handle truth be told. Were his defenses and trickery not fine tuned for overwhelming force, he might have had his last laugh as a fried clown with a side of cheddar.

But he was a professional, and this was the way of things.

Lunging forth through the sea, the clown would see his moment to strike as he accelerated his own personal timestream, bulking out his musculature with condensed, unrefined mana as he leaped forth in a blinding bound of speed to swing a mighty haymaker directly into the skeleton's jaw, offering only a jesterly cackle as he prepared to engage with the lich without fear of danger or cost.

"You got a bone to pick with me? Are you sure you're not just grumpy from your....dry lips, perhaps a....tooth ache? Maybe you're just hollow headed. No, it must be cause you haven't eaten, you're all skin and bones! Ahahahahahahahah! Go team."
(Dun)
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[20:57] What the FUCK. WHY THE HEL WAS THIS THING SO HARD TO TAKE DOWN?

Explosions ricochet off the skeletal titan; Heavy torrents of flames managing to at least make small cracks within the bones. Grumbling and cursing under his breath the Valmasian practically finds himself worthless in this fight.

All up until the titan was punched into pieces. With a light click of his tongue the cowboy strides forward. Spurs click upon each step, a fire caught within the growing ruby held in his hand.

"... Y'know, I said I'd leave the jokin' to the fuckin' clowns 'ere, but--" Flashing a wide grin he'd aim his staff forward. "Well, gotta' admit, I do have a small bit of a funny bone 'ere.

Now... Let's get a little toasty."

Terrible puns from a terrible, greedy man. A wreath of flames draw circles about the foci of his staff--

Ready to set a heat deep into this skeleton's bones.
(Royal Corvinus)
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Einar would have have sent his ice like abilites into the titan attempting to chill and slice into sweat pouring off the young Fenrir as the flames of the titan shot across the entire tomb like area.

The heat would bother Einar but it wouldn't dampen his moral as he saw his galicer like attack ripping through the titan's leg causing the small male to be happy as he let out a soft chuckle.

Once the crazy fighting had been stopped the boy would speak "H-heh guess we need to put this one on ice huh?" he said with yet a terrible pun seems like he wasn't really great at the whole puns thing.
(Einar Fenrir)
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 {NARRATION} The Skeleton HOLDS ITS HEAD! What was that? PUNS? PUNS?????

He felt his bones weakening - with each passing moment they speak, the Lich witheres away in pain! "You fucking... You know what....??? I'm DONE boning around with you guys!" The Skeleton grips it's large trompbone, ha, get it? The perfect way to cast it's magic.

He slowly approaches the group, only for time to skip - everyone was in different locations and the battle already started, "You're all mine. New puppets. I hate that Rebecca taught you my EMPOWERMENT words! Haha! Puns only make me more powerful." He toots twice, grinning at the group.

"Let's DANCE.. TOOOT TOOOT."

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{NARRATION} The group fought viliantly! But.

Not strong enough.

The Skeleton's holes for eyes glew of red. Einar's soul is locked onto the trombone, along with the rest - there's still a hint of life left, the group clearly needing to look after themselves.

Limbs went flying, bone magic ripping and shredding through them.

Royal took a bone to the gut, piercing through his liver - he's going to need a transplant if he is to ever function like a normal mage again. Sarasha loses a hand.

Dun loses an eye.

The small demon loses his hair and left arm.

But none of them compare to what Lumi had lost. To embrace his lover? His arms don't work. He's paralyzed from the waist up, how ironic - right? The last thing he's going to do, to hold his lover goodbye - to give him a hint of affection to the void he's entering-

His soul wouldn't even return to Azrael.

"I'm so sorry, little one." The Lich spoke, rubbing it's hand against the instrument he uses to cast his magic.

"You'll not be forgotten, with me - unlike what your family did. Your own lover not holding you. Your own aunt not caring about you. Poor, sweet, child." The Skeleton merely rushes through the group, hoisting Einar's hand.

Their magic is drained from them, unable to move or do anything to stop that.

"We'll meet again."
[22:00] As lumi whispers into the young Fenrir's ear Einar would smile and pulling lumi in he kisses him deeply onto the lips before The lich grabbed Einar's hand.

Truly the Fenrir would assume everything he loved turned to ash

Then the lich held onto einars hand taking him to what ever awaits the Fenrir his last words being. "Heh its a shame lumi that we will never be able to spend more time I would have enjoyed calling you husband." He teased one last time before letting the lich take him his body unable to resist.

(Einar Fenrir)
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 All she needed was her one hand. She'd Grip onto the relic in anger. She could not save him and they were lost as a result. The venture was perilous and they knew that. Her kin laid before her fading away, a tragedy, but what was worse? Incest. Disgusting!

"Lumi…Einar...Th'hell?!"

She was certainly irritated. Lumi was already experimenting with other men, but their own family? This must be stopped here. At least suitable punishment administered. Castration? Hmm Perhaps too mean, but definitely pain.

"This is unacceptable. They are your own blood! What is wrong with you?!"
(Sarasha Fenrir)
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 Oh Kraus, oh FUCK this was going to Helheim in a handbasket. Cursing and shouting left and right the Corvinus soon finds a bone shooting all too fast towards him. Sapphire orbs widen as it hits the Mythril chestplate--

And stabs his liver. Piercing it, destroying it, the Valmasian stares wildly down at the impaled organ...

Just to hear some banjos. Royal's lips briefly part as he stares, bewildered, at Lumi. Did he have something to say? No. He was honestly at a loss for fucking words.

Instead the crystal magi grumbles, turning his attention towards the wound. Wheezing heavily he'd focus on his breathing; Dust soon lifting from his clothing and focusing the collection of crushed crystals about his wound. Furrowing his brow a heavy amount of concentration goes inward as his magic forms...

A ruby stopper. A hefty length of the jewel runs along the bone's spike, helping to stop the flow of blood from pushing outward. Growling under his breath he'd shake his head as he felt the rush of power flood his body.

No, he was fine now, and despite what may be coming down form the Fenrirs?.. He had rewards to scavenge for.

"Right... So we got the FUCKIN' THRONE!" Royal screamed out. "WHERE THE FUCK'S OUR PAYMENT, Y'BASTARD?"
(Royal Corvinus)
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The battle was harsh, and the fact his limb seemed to fly off made him almost scream. Tasting blood on his tongue, Sih'lanhu did his best to strike and crush, using ice as fast and as furious as possible.

However, it was a Lich. Something, that couldn't be destroyed without proper preparations. Ones they didn't have. He slowly stood up after the final strike, blood pouring from his injuries. Hearing Einar's final words, he furrowed his brow.

"... Is there an issue, with who he decides to mate with?" Asked the demon, closing his eyes afterwards. "Two men together can birth no offspring, either way. No such malformations could form from a fetus."

He didn't understand,"Why are you angry, when you've lost your own blood? Should you not care that they're dead, or have you decided that this apparent sin is worth more than the death of your supposed family?" A grin, one that was almostmocking. "Really, you're the family head... I understand, yes, that punishment is seen fit by the leaders."

He dropped the smile immediately afterwards. "But the fact that mortals like you care so much about your family, and you go past that... It's very fascinating. And almost... humorous."

He clearly didn't mind either way, but he was obviously trying to stir the pot.
(Sih'Ianhu)
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[22:11] Dun would engage in a life or death struggle against the powerful lich, his hardened fist's blackened with concentrated mana as he delivered ruthless blow after blow, working to idly wither the undead with a bit of time magic. Yet, they were a true opponent, and their might was not understated. The clown barely managed to survive some of the brutal onslaughts of jagged bone.

Delivering one last concussive kick, a rogue shard of sharpened bone would plunge its way into the unmelted side of the mask, sliding right through the left eyehold before piercing directly into Dun's eye. Instinctively hardened sockets saved him from a bloody demise, but in that moment the clown's sight was entirely banished. He could no longer see in that moment.

Quite a series of events.

Doing the best to suppress his pain, he would grit his teeth and silently listen to the conversation in pained laughter, the matter of strange interfamiliar relations at a time like in this frankly a little bit darkly humorous.
(Dun)
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 And just like that? He was cursed. A curse that wasn't truthful in full but this? This was another type of agony. A curse that wasn't even rightfully a curse in truth. He couldn't move his arms. Not even a single touch as everything went on.

But after everything? His own face morphed into a mask of rage and anger. Everything he touched turned to ash huh? Maybe this was a fate worse than anythig else. But with Sarasha's words in the air that face of rage turned to stare towards her. A dangerous snarl perminately stained on his face. Maybe it was all the rage spiked drinks but, who really knows. But hey, He's fought in worse conditions before.


"Y'know. Getting drugged with lust potions is not a very fun time. If your going to come at my life you better come for it now. I'll die on my own fucking turns. Fuck it, do ya' worst."


A challenge? Maybe. But Lumi was beyond the point of carrying. After this? He probably wasn't going to be a fenrir much longer.
(Lumi Fenrir)
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Bones McSkellington has inflicted an injury upon Dun. ("Jokes.", "Everything is a joke to Dun, even moreso than before. He cares about the 'comedy' of life, how tragic - how funny - it's all the same to him.", "Permanent", "Severity: MINOR (-5 VIT)") **
** Bones McSkellington has inflicted an injury upon Dun. ("Ripped out eye", "Dun's eye was torn out!", "Permanent", "Severity: MINOR (-5 VIT)") **