Early Acts of Occultism

As the two stangers walk closer towards the masked ookami fighter, thier identities became far clearer without the sandy gusts of wind obscuring his vision. The two persons were then identifiedd to be two tall men, both of of drakanite origin. Xintaeko then walked to the drakanite known as Rauis and said" i sincerely apologize about that, but it is not often that one would find another person amongst the sands". "Are you from these parts?"
(Xintaeko Wahimaro)
The Ookami didn't seem to approach him, but he was more than willing to start bombarding with questions.
"You, Ookami..." A mere glimpse from anyone could bring realization to the violet flames that enveloped his body. Flames that burned cold under the blistering sun's rays, enough to set uneasiness to those wary of occultist kind.

The former Nivis had still been trailing behind Senju, minding his own business. But, they were approached by an undiscernable figure hidden by the Sarabian heat and the distortations that accompanied it.

As the figure neared, Raius managed to spot his ears, instantly deducing his race. He was an Ookami . The Drakan began to snarl, his tail swinging frantically from side to side.

"What do you want, filth?" he growled, obviously meaning disrespect to the Ookami.
(Raius)

"I'm looking for something... A specific item I'd assume could be found within some of these parts... Have you any experience in hunting mana shardlets?"
(Senju Haruke)

"Mana shardlets you say?" Xintaeko said while slowly pacing around"I have been among these parts living in the caves for the majority of my life."
Xintaeko then stopped suddenly and pulled a strange mysterious crystaline shard that glowed eerily with a faint grey hue. He then toseed it up in the air and grabbed it, displaying it clearly for the inquisitive traveler to see"So, is this what you seek?", he then slowly turned aroun facing away from Senju" If so, i would be more than happy to assist you."
(Xintaeko Wahimaro)

Senju didn't care for Raius' racist take on the Ookami, all he cared for was getting what he wanted.
"Something more of an occultistic property. 'Darkness Shards', they'd be dubbed..." He gave breif pause before firing back to his question, abit rough this time, as though growing impatient.

"Can you find them, or not?"
(Senju Haruke)

Xintaeko looked upon the cloak shrouded drakanite as he fiercely observed him. " i seek nothing really, I am just a simple nomad, i need no pack. All i wish to do here is help anyone that may pass through the mysterious dunes of the sarab." Xintaeko calmly stated " If your reaction towards me is based off of generic assumptions, I can assure you, I am nothing like my other people." Xintaeko the shows his hands in the form of a friendly gesture.
(Xintaeko Wahimaro)

"Darkness shards, I have two now I you wish to take them." Xintaeko replied "here they are." Xintaeko then reaches into his old leather sachel and removed two darkness shards, placing them within reach of the powerful warrior. " I hope these help". Xintaeko then walked off into a nearby sandstorm and vanished with the winds.
(Xintaeko Wahimaro)




(RP and filler; Days of IC traveling later)



The duo, after days of silent travel, the awkward nights, and long days.. Eventually made it to Alteros.
"Home, Sweet home, eh?" He spoke in a sarcastic tone, attempting to roll off a joke with doubt of particular response.

Inexperienced wielding of his occultist aura has begun to mess with his head, falling deeper and deeper into depravity, likely what was acting him to act almost loopy. It only got worse when a particular group of what looked to be... Squaters?

A group of strangers to the likes of Senju, surrounding a standing 'priest'? A leader nonetheless, perhaps taking this land as his new home. He didn't have much care for the matter, but he couldn't help but think that perhaps Azeil wouldn't like the idea of it. If Aziel didn't, was he not obligated to do something about it.

"Hey, Drakanite... There's some a fewuuuh... Obstructions in the way." He said unto Raius, openly approaching the group. "Should I- uuuuuh.... Do something about it?"
(Senju Haruke)

The Drakan had followed the human to Nostvale and beyond on a trip that took over a week, the man still didn't know why the older male needed protecting but he wasn't one to go against orders.

As they had finally neared their encampment at Alteros, they were greeted by the sight of a group of seemingly a dozen misfits crowded around a... magi? Was this a raid? The former Nivis' gazed shifted to Senju as he extended a hand out.

"Do what you wish,"
(Raius)

The man in the center looks up towards the pair, apparently vigilant. The men and woman around him stiffening in response. Before the man frowns and looks away, the pair apparently forgotten as the one in the center starts murmering to himself.

A few of the soldiers watch the pair with the sort of lazy gaze of the bored, but otherwise the group doesn't seem to react.
(Ed Jinseer)

A few soldiers, and a priest? Well, he didn't bother, weakest member of the sort was getting picked off first... And the lucky person was!
One of the sitting men's shoulders seemed to have popped, lifted up by an unseen force.

Senju's right arm was fully extended outward towards him, fingers spread apart as though reaching for him. His fingers turned over, cuffing towards his face, fingers will distanced apart. As a result, the body turned over violetly, and with the slow pull of his hand it launched for his figure, legs dragging upon the grasses.

A weak smile loitered upon the Harukean's face, and upon arrival of the mere bystander, his hand opened up, allowing them to levitate before his embrace. Gravity magic was at use here...
The reaction of the soldiers and Ed were more of the least of his care at the moment, for now atleast.

"Well, HELLO THERE! Mind tell me what you're friends over there are doing? Because this isn't exactly Danarium's park, ye'know.."

(Senju Haruke)

The man in the center would gesture at the younger man a harsh sweep of his hand, and Senju would suddenly feel dizzy, lightheaded, and stiff, Certainly something is going wrong with the mans bloodstream. Though an immense shock to the system, the effect ceases relatively quickly.

Though the man in the center uses the time to close the distance between the pair and himself. Before speaking.

"This is Alteros. I was born here, I serve Azrael, and I serve Namarre. My right to be here is threefold. Leave my people alone."
(Ed Jinseer)



(Over an IC week later)



A few days after his recent fight, Eliandro was now completly healed although a scar was now permanently on his chest. He went outside the town in order to test the new things he learned thanks to Raven against direwolves. Starting his hunt, he would focus on quick but efficient strikes on their weakspot trying not to do any useless move. But while dancing with the wolves, he spoted a man in a strange dark aura approaching the gates. He had brown eyes, black hairs and that strange aura he harbored was just screaming to anyone who saw him "Hello I'm an occultist." Eliandro feared those peoples as the darkness tended to make them mad but he wanted to learn more about them and so, despite the fact that he had to deal with an human; he approached the man and said with a faint smile.
"Hi mister, what are you doing around here?"
(Eliandro Potens)

"Shards." He replied suddenly, cutting the poor young boy off.
"I'm looking for shards, have you seen any?" He was gruff and straight-to-the-point. The occultist's aura flaired up, just abit, as though douced with fuel to burn brighter for the moment.

His eyes scattered the young boy's figure, as though expecting to find signs of such possession on his clothing.
"...Well?"
(Senju Haruke)

Eliandro thought for a bit about what the man was looking for. He was most likely talking about elemental shards and the young drakanite had indeed saw one. He had in fact a water shard with him but unsure and fearfull of what the occultist had in mind, he decided to find that out before anything else and said with an small voice followed by an innocent face.
"What do you plan to do with those shards sir do you want to use them and what element are you interested in?" The last question had an obvious answer considering that the man was an occultist. Eliandro kept scruttening his face to spot a possible lie.
(Eliandro Potens)

Too many questions for his liking, all he wanted was a simple reply and this boy wasn't giving him one. "Darkness. Shards. No questions, only directions and results, please." His voice was showing growing evidence of annoyance. His reserves seemed to flood over, his cosmic magic capturing energy from his star constantly to allow for this mana overflow...

As a result, the occultistic aura towered into the air, tendrils flowing about in a lazy dance for anything they could consume in their embrace. Few tendrils hung low to the ground, even crawling by Eliandro's legs, as though attempting to slowly catch and constrict him in a 'peaceful' endevour.
(Senju Haruke)