Sacrifice to Jormungandr

[23:22] Rune landed directly infront of Boreas and listened to his words before giving a response. He just looked at the Drakanite with his green evil gaze for a long moment after being addressed, he was taking in his essence and determining if he was worth his time to even respond too.

Rune stood as a horned beast with fel markings scattered across his body his voice was deep and when he spoke fumes of fel energy could be seen emitting from his mouth.

"My purpose for what I do is for me alone, who are you to ask what it is I am doing? I go where I want to go and I do what I want to do. Did you think because Shadowmire is gone that those like me would be as well? Foolish."

Rune's blade began to fume a little with a dread aura that emitted to those around, the more he spoke the stronger it lit up with fel energy.

"What is it that you want mortal? Why have you stepped in my way?" He noticed Boreas pursuing him as he was leaving and wondered if the man was really that ballsy.
(Rune Cloven)
[23:40] The entity that stood before him created a sense for an over looming threat, a mutant, or perhaps a disfiguration between a mix of two abominations or perhaps even worse.

With their blade drawn with a following menacing aura. Boreas could only smile in their presence, welcoming the challenge to come.

"I'm Boreas, and if it's a fight you want. Then I'll happily oblige." With artifacts being handed out from the creature of mysterious, he wondered just what he'd claim from beating the lingering threat.
(Boreas)
[23:49] Rune had no lethal intent to kill anyone as the cat had mentioned but he did want blood to be split even if it was his own.

"Oh? No fear? Shame. I like that drive. Let us see if your actions match."

He took his blade raising it up as a dreadful sensation pulsed from him. Rune's fel markings began to glow and his green glowing eyes would be locked onto Boreas.

"Come let us begin."

He wasn't much for words right now, only blood. He had been imprisoned inside Osrona for so long he was having battle withdrawals and needed any combat he could get even if it led to failure or death. He was floating around Esshar without purpose and full of anger and found his way to the Fireblooded to share it with them.
(Rune Cloven)
[00:01] Boreas was a man of reason, however. A stern advocate for the rules placed by those who stood above. Dedicated towards the lie, even if it went against his moral codes. He'd follow through without a moment to waste.

"You must mistaken the Fireblooded for something else than Dragons who thrive in battle."

Digits collected around his stave, twirling it about as it met a frenetic stop against the frozen tundera below. Striking the grounds created an explosion of ice and snow, turning the landscape towards one befitting of an ice Drakanite.

"Let's." he smiled with a devilish grin.

Without much words, only reaching to aim to appease the great divine Jormungandr in this battle of valor. To test the strengths of who was deemed stronger, worthier to fight on the stage.

Conjuring a maelstrom of energies, he charged forward against the creature of night, a twisted corruption of madness. One who invoked all things that were wrong in Esshar. A plague that was better of dead than alive.

"Prepare yourself."
(Boreas)
[00:15] Serenity Saria Cresentis says, "He may be big and have horns, with green glowing eyes."
[00:15] Serenity Saria Cresentis says, "But he was nice in the past. And I have seen him around."
[00:15] Serenity Saria Cresentis says, "Plus, he is alive."
[00:15] Serenity Saria Cresentis asks, "Doesn't that count for something in this world?"
[00:15] The Cat says, "You should be quiet about things you're clearly wrong about, and that you have no idea about."
[00:16] Serenity Saria Cresentis says, "The wind blows, it sounds like a cat kind of."
[00:16] Serenity Saria Cresentis says, "Anyway."
[00:17] Looked from Anser to the cat and then around the arena and would then let his eye's fall onto Rune. "Is... It always like this here..."

He said looking to Anser not really knowing anyone in the area.
(Marcel)
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[00:17] Serenity Saria Cresentis says, "I don't think killing it is right, we can send it off and tell them to warn others."
[00:17] The Cat says, "Say one more word and I will personally knock your teeth in while Boreas kills the other one."
[00:17] Serenity Saria Cresentis says, "Try me dumb Cat."
[00:17] Anser Erebus says, "I doubt Boreas will kill him. He didn't actually hurt anyon- don't threaten my sister Nyatasha."
[00:17] Marcel says, "........"
[00:17] Kentas says, "Well, I don't really have any stakes in this, so I'm going. Cool fight I guess."
[00:17] Kentas says, "You."
[00:17] Rune could hear Serenity, he respected her words. There was no place for him in this world after the fall of Shadowmire. He strived to belong somewhere but was accepted by no one. It was something he had grown use to but became bitter from
(Rune Cloven)
[00:20] Too late.

Instantly, The Cat's gaze twists off and away from Boreas and the other. The cat had faith in them, knew what was required from Garljing's, from any dragon's tenants. They didn't need to watch what happened. Instead, their attention, fully, entirely, on Serenity, on Saria...

Until Anser speaks.

"Your sister's a grown woman. She can speak for herself, Anser. And it sounds to me that she's a disgusting sympathizer for that creature. For the Mire, and all the things it's done."

The Cat's words, practically laced with venom, vitriol, are directed entirely upon the other. A shoulder rolls, and then the other, and already do the cat's claws seem to glean bright, silver reflecting against the blood that now poured from the cat's mask, dripping into the snow.

"Stand aside, or deal with her yourself. You've a bad habit of stepping in when its not your time, your need, to do so- But if you want to step in, I'll let you. Tell her to silence herself, before she gets herself killed up here."
(The Cat)
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[00:20] Serenity Saria Cresentis says, "I don't sympothize for the mire."
[00:20] Serenity Saria Cresentis says, "I just told you."
[00:21] Serenity Saria Cresentis says, "Any life is precious."
[00:21] Serenity Saria Cresentis says, "Even yours."
[00:23] Licht Zagred says, "...."
[00:28] Jesekiel Irdyn says, "I hate you all."
[00:28] Kamille says, "OH"
[00:28] Kamille exclaims, "Letter for you, Jesekiel!"
[00:28] Kamille exclaims, "HEY!"
[00:28] Kamille says, "Put that down."
[00:29] Anser Erebus says, "In retrospect I probably should hand it to him myself."
[00:29] Jesekiel Irdyn says, "Just give me the damn paper."
[00:29] Kamille says, "I don't care."
[00:29] Kamille says, "Put it down so Jesekiel can read it."
[00:29] Anser Erebus says, "This is just about what happened last nig- don't be rude."
[00:30] Anser Erebus says, "Just figured you should know who you were trading with."
[00:30] Jesekiel Irdyn says, "Anser."
[00:30] Anser Erebus asks, "What?"
[00:30] Jesekiel Irdyn says, "I know who we were fighting against. She's the one that fucking froze half of my body during it."
[00:30] Jesekiel Irdyn says, "I don't care. I'll just kill her with it."
[00:31] Jesekiel Irdyn says, "Although..."
[00:31] Anser Erebus says, "Fine then, like I said I don't really care."
[00:32] He can't act like she didn't write this heartfelt letter withs ome degree of care considering how long drawn it was.

He doesn't like most of the Coat, and he really doesn't like Anser, but he can tell she at least meant good out of it. His arm folds.

"Thank you for your concern nonetheless."

He really just said that.
(Jesekiel Irdyn)
[00:48] The conditions were met, terms were agreed upon, and a roaring start came to be.

Two powerful magi in their own right staring the other down. Watching the other cautiously as they awaited for the other to make a move. A rampaging start that would sway the tide of the battle, or a risking blow that would grant a devastating punishment.

A calamity tore around the fabric of reality, shifting the very arena around the ghastly figure. Occultic energies plagued the arena as they paced around the gauntlet as the tension built up. Their threat everlasting as it hung throughout the air with an looming threat.

On the other end, violent winds tore at the scenes as his stave remained gripped, tightly within his grasp. Azure wings unfolded from his rear as a deathly misty lingering past him with every step. Each stride expelling a veil of ice, covering his path as he continued on.

Seconds moved on before the two stopped, facing the other until they finally rushed off towards another.

A chaotic clash exploded against the magi's magics. A whirlwind of ice and water combatted the dark arts that the mutant had mastered since their very birth.

The waters that laid beneath the mountain clashed against it's cliffside, turning violently against his will as tidal waves erupted above with rings of malice slicing through the landscape.

The two went back and forth, trading blows with lethal intent, both thriving in the their own sinister lust for battle. The mutant holding their own reasons, while Boreas hungered for the chance to meet his match. Time and time again, he's be left unsatisfied, either coming to a heroic victory, or falling in a overwhelming defeat.

Each day, he strove to surpass his limits, contesting against opponents who's strength held power across the peninsula. All for him to come here where he battled against the mutant with the chance of their lives on the line.

Talons of ice broke through the grounds to tear through their defense, while cursed energies corrupted his sanity and left him exposed for a crippling blow.

The two carried on, armor breaking off another as the battle reached it's climax. Crimson reds sprayed the snow beneath as the two continued to strike at another, every moment trying to gain the upper edge as the battle raged on.

Cold winds and ice striking at the surroundings as an corrupting anomaly struck at those who lingered to close. All until the two broke into a frantic clash, his stave sheathed in a coat of ice colliding against their metal edge. Shockwaves erupted throughout the arena as Boreas wore a wicked smile. Enjoying the very moment as he pushed harder against the mutant. Striding forward as he finally earned the upper edge. Pushing them further away into the scenes before finally breaking through their guard, and striking them down with deafening explosion.

Winds pulled away the mist that hid the two ashe stood over the mutant. His expression changing as it shaped into a soft smile.

"Rune." An flurry of ice escaped his lips as the frigid winds pulled it away.

Though the battle was short lived, it felt like a lifetime. One where he was finally pushed towards his limits once more. Living in the moment as the chance of his life being taken at any moment was on the line. The thrill of death was what a warrior lived for, as a Dragon lived to conquer and battle as Might determined who was the strongest.

It was the way of the world.

You're either strong enough to stand about them all, or fall victim and fall due to your weaknesses and incapacities. Such was the way of the world, including the life they lived.

"If only you weren't born a mutant."

His words were swallowed by the artic winds, unheard by those who surrounded while barely reaching the one who stood beneath him.

Boreas's chest rose and fell as his icy irises found their downed form. Searching for a way to relinquish their chance of death. But knowing that wouldn't be the case as life wasn't all that easy.

"For the many I have slain, for the warriors I've conquered, and the legions of undead that I've sacrificed."

Chancing a glance towards the ground, he turned back towards the creature.

"You are one of the few that gave me a challenge for my life."

Tightening his grip upon his staff, he held it near. "The Fireblooded live in a life where might dominates all. Where we believe that if we lead an honorably life, and fight with fearlessness and strength. That we will be permitted through the gates of Vanaheim, the inner most realm of the spirit world." he explained without a question given. "A place towering with silver walls that circles Yggdrasil, the tree that life flows through its countless branches. Only there. The greatest warriors gather until the world's end, and a battle like no other. If denied entrance, the person will wander the spirit world or perhaps reincarnate to the living realm again, stronger and renewed from the trials of their past life."

He explained without pause.

"Is this a path that you'd like to pass in? To be brought pass on as such? A worthy sacrifice for the great Leviathan Jormungandr, to chance at living in an afterlife full of wonderful battles, and a chance at redemption?" Despite them being a mutant, their strength was to be respected. If at all, he would grant them a warrior's death. Just like the passing Caliban wished for in their last dying breaths.
(Boreas)
[00:51] Jesekiel watches Boreas spit, and he nods his head approvingly.
(Jesekiel Irdyn)
[01:03] Rune had only lived for one thing at this point, to cause strife to the land until he was silenced. He was with no home nor ally and roamed in the shadows of the night watching and observing but never able to partake in life. He watched the people of the land and grew even more angry at how things turned out for him in the land of Esshar. The Night Mother wouldn't even manifest herself to aid them in their darkest hour.

Rune no longer heard her whispers and he felt abandoned and betrayed. Countless battles he had fought and with purpose but after all was lost he fought with no purpose, not even the will to survive. He would not die in the shadows watching the very beings that sought to destroy them enjoy their lives while he sat idle. He would not die like that, he would die on a battlefield fighting and feeling the heat of mana that ignited the air as he casted his Fel magic.

Boreas confronted Rune without fear in his heart and it was worthy of his respect. He did not expect to be beaten but he indeed was and now was on his back in the snow surrounded by the Fireblooded.

The battle warmed his blood and made him feel alive once more just as he intended.

Rune slowly rose to his feet with what little energy he had left, he would attempt to make this easier for Boreas.

"I doubt that will be where I go when I pass from this plane, if you are correct however that would be something indeed. I can tell you this for certain though.."

Rune's face formed an evil grin, his last one..

"If you don't kill me here and now I will only return to continue to cause harm to all those you care about and love, weak or not. I will be ruthless. So tell me, what will you do?"

He lifted his hands up letting the blade fall from his fingers, the green fel marking still glowing intensly from the battle.

If he was shown mercy and allowed to escape he would surely return and meet the same fate or take someone they cared about from them.

(Rune Cloven)
[00:57] Anser was preparing herself for some sort of verbal abuse; her experiences with Jesekiel made her expect it so for a second she thought she misheard him. Did he just thank her? She looked in his direction confusion on her face, she waited for some sort of rude statement

"Um, yeah don't mention it I guess." She finally said rubbing the back of her neck feeling a bit awkward... she felt more awkward when she realized she hadn't replied to Nyatasha. She took a deep breath to try to compose herself before she spoke though

"But um yeah Nyatasha, I won't tell my sister to be quiet since I don't disagree with what she said, just because you do doesn't mean you need to attack her," she was trying to be reasonable and mature about this though she wasn't sure if it was working, "Even though my sister is strong enough to fight her own battles I won't let you get away with just attacking her, I'll step in if you actually hurt he-"

Those words died in her mouth as Boreas actually... he would actually kill them? For a moment her blood ran cold from the shock but eventually she swallowed and sighed; this man had come here looking to attack their people so maybe this was reasonable? She wasn't sure, so much of this didn't feel right but was it wrong? At the very least Boreas was treating him respectfully although a part of her wondered if he would treat a human opponent this way... she got so distracted with this new development she kind of forgot she was having a conversation with someone else.
(Anser Erebus)
[01:09] Anser is, largely, entirely, ignored. The Cat had said their piece, and instead of furthering what it considered a pointless line of conversation- For indeed, they'd had this very conversation before, and it ended rather poorly- Their attention is turned to Boreas, alongside of the rest of them.

In a squat, both clawed hands dig idly against the snow. Silver gleams a myriad of colors upon the refracting light, the blood dripping from their blackened visage, from within their hood, coiling into the snow in a slow, never ending drip.

"I told you already, Boreas. Those creatures, they're only good for one thing. They're only capable of one thing." A hand raises upwards, pressing dully against their own lips, staring straight ahead with viciously sharp eyes.

"..Murder, of course. What it's done, what it will do, pales in comparison to what it should be capable of. What it's saying it will do. With that sort of intent, one can scarcely be aimed to say otherwise. That all lives are important,"- A sharp gaze to Saria. "Or that these creatures, those of the Mire, believe in anything else than wanton carnage. Destruction. Disgusting."

Then, the claw rests back into the snow.

There was no immediate motion to move, or attack, or flail forwards. In fact, the cat's gaze didn't even seem entirely on the two combatants. Instead, in a position almost appearing as if it were ready to sprint, the cat's eyes..

Seemed locked, straight unto Anser. Ready, waiting.
(The Cat)
[01:11] Most of the happenings that were taking place upon one of the fields across Tarian had flown past the plague serpent's head, not truly taking much interest in what was going on ahead. Boreas had it handled, the past encounter with the man had instilled at least some belief within the man that he would be stalwart in his determination of seeing the mountain protected from threats.

Alas.

Rakhan's features were overtaken by a frown, marring the delicate countenance of the drakanite as he watched on, the show of mercy that would perchance instil respect in other parts of the continent only had disdain striking true within the cyan-blue gaze of the adolescent as he approached closer.

"Mercy. Once again..?"

Lips parted as a hiss accented the trailing of the Olberic's intrusion into the matter.

"How many times will you all show weakness to the enemies that see us as simple prey that they can hunt without repercussion. It's because of actions like these, Boreas, that we are seen as weak willed."

Step, step. Snow broke beneath the boots of Rakhan as he approached. The contempt emanating from the zealous worshipper was palpable within the air as he further closed the distance without hesitation, digits already curling into closed fists.

"I thought you better than this. Do you hear his words? He wishes for nothing but our suffering, for those true to the tenets of our beliefs, and yet you would see to it that he is given another chance at striking out against those upon the mountain."

Those green fel markings across Rune's body had one of Rakhan's hands wafting through the air in direction towards the abominable state that was the undead heretical creature before them.

"If you will not handle the matter, I will see to it that this creature is thrown into the pit so it's marrow can at least serve as some type of nourishment to the wyrm within."

Closer and closer, Rakhan's hand transitioned from his side towards the nature stave that was beside him, fingers curling around as he evidently intervened, planning to if not stopped to acquire the captive that was ahead.
(Rakhan Olberic)
[01:19] At that response Anser could only sigh... at this point there was no denying what had to be done although her tail swished with annoyance as she listened to the Ebonblooded. She felt a tinge of pity for Rune, to die surrounded by such hateful people... but after what he said she knew they couldn't let him leave this place.

"Boreas..." she finally said turning to look at her friend a somewhat pained look in her eyes, "Kill this warrior because he is a threat to the people of this mountain not because he is a mutant," was it an order or a request? Would Boreas even hear her voice when so many others were speaking at once? She wasn't really sure of either but at least she had said her piece. At least she had called Rune a warrior instead of creature or monster, he deserved at least that.
(Anser Erebus)
[01:20] What had been a simple forecast transitions into a less-then-amicable presence of yet another hostility from below. Long have those with ill intentions against the regality of dragons attempted to sully their ilk. And yet, time and time again, they are struct down.

Perhaps such is why she had held Boreas to a respectable degree. One of the few who had swung against these creatures and made sure inaction was not done.

Well, at least not until now.

Her sectmates had given all she had to say over. By no means shall undeath be let rampant across Esshar when they had long bore a stranglehold against its denizens for years upon years.

Arms shoft to cross, the sharpened gaze of the Serpente lingering upon the two who had clashed into battle. Only upon the offering upon their potential freedom does she disagree with on his actions.

She remains upon the sidelines, silent. Yet it was clear she was being very judgy at this moment.
(Noel Serpente)
[01:21] "Oh, you've captured the mutant who harasses us. Give him to us."

There's a singular look to Boreas. Not one of simplicity, but someone who expects that he'd do the right thing. She's attempted to act as an instructor, but her lessons did not take root. Perhaps now, when the enemy of the living is before them would her lessons stick.

"We are sacrificing heretics to the brood of Naysien. This would be a perfect meal towards the little wrymlings that we should be worshiping. They're so hungry."

There's a part of her that pleads to Boreas's devotion to dragons. A mutant would be a perfect snack. Something that might evolve a smaller beast to a larger, more divine being.

"I know you don't quite like how I am. But as a Fireblooded, you can't deny the call of a hungry baby dragon. Someone who needs to be nourished, now can't you?"

She looks to the other Ebonblooded. This was the right course of action. A sacrifice, so that one of Naysien's brood could grow stronger.

"We're caretakers. In that way, we have to make sure that what we protect grows stronger. Please, give him to us."
(Kamille)
[01:21] "If you're going to offer mercy, at least offer it to something that isn't a worthless monster. It's a mindless beast," he said.

It wasn't his place to get involved anymore; he personally swore to himself that he would not. He'd long since stopped caring about the affairs of the men down in this side of the Coat. They were fearful and hesitant with their beliefs. He isn't surprised. This is why he left in the first place after all.

Yet still, there is fire burning in his heart. Disgust that the same rights of Garljing's will were being extended to Rune when he and the rest of his kind could only be able to discard them.

"You're being a disappointment again, Anser."

But that aside..

"There is no Vanaheim for him. No glory for him to seek in life eitherr. It's just an animal, destructive and unreverent. Don't act like he could ever get there."
(Jesekiel Irdyn)
[01:44] Their words were well met, listening to each syllable that they preached; However the decision was well met as he allowed them to rise back to their feet.

A Warrior to the end.

Such passion, such willingness to never give in. To fight until their last drawn breath, as long as blood ran through their veins.

Only for their warrior mentality. Boreas held a grandiose amount of respect for him. The words in the background came out only as a blur as a discussion broke out amongst the crowd. Only to be ignored unless something was spoken directly towards them.

"So be it Rune."

A connection had been made. Tilting his visage forward he held his stave juxtapose to himself.

Words called out, each voice calling to him in an agreeing or differing matter. All in the name of if the Mutant should be slain or not.

Slamming the end of his stave into a crevice within the Gauntlet, runic glyphs circled around the fallen Mutant's body. Glowing with a vibrant hue as a call for the Leviathan was made.

"You're words have been heard today, and so you deem to be a sacrifice only befitting of the great Leviathan Jormungandr, as fluid as the water they represent. You will find yourself lost within the belly of his divinity himself. To be judged for your life's time, either within the bellow of his maw or among the stars." The choice would naught be up to him, however knowing their actions, feats, and destructive cause. It was more than likely they would not find themselves within the stars amongst the great warriors until the world's end. Instead, spending their eternity drowning in the great deep blue, torn to shreds by the rushing waters that held underneath until their goddess Nyx would pull their soul into it's deep embrace.

"Do you have any final words before meeting your end."

Though, no one would know but Rune and the Divine hewas sending them two.

Jagged teeth broke through the runes as the turned in a rotating motion, lines of daggers spun around their fallen body before rising up from the ground and swallowing them whole before falling back into the ground with a tumultuous splash.

Marking the end, of Rune Cloven.

Twirling his stave to the side, he turned. Facing the crowd that stood before him.

"This shall be a lesson to all that the Mountain shall not be trifled with. As a majority of us know, we are Dragons. Each one of us have the Forefather's flames burning brightly within us. As we worship the Dragons of our respective nature." he marked with his words.


(Boreas)
[01:52] There was to be no mercy when it came to the heretical plague in the south, and, with Rune's life extinguished by the hand of Boreas did the fingers around Rakhan's nature stave unclench.

A step was taken backwards, no satisfaction taken with the spectacle of jagged teeth rendering Rune's last breath null. It was simply a pity Naysien hadn't been given the tribute before them.

"There will be plenty more to come, Boreas. I do hope you can continue to be.. staunch in your commitment to seeing the enemies of the mountain under heel."

Rakhan's head shook as he returned back towards the other Ebonblooded that were behind him, at least another dissident hadn't been given the opportunity to flee from their fate.

Ivory-locks dangled to curtain across the gaze of Rakhan for a scant few seconds as he stared towards the final end of the Cloven, before a pivot had him already preparing to depart, thoughts a whirl as he silently walked off towards the south.
(Rakhan Olberic)
[01:52] Long had she been waiting for a moment like such.

When was the last time the other worshipped drakes was provided an ample sacrifice by its followers? By all means, her own beliefs might have lined with Naysien and her creed, yet she cannot deny the uplifting feeling of seeing another be fed unto a dragon.

Flushed upon the jagged maw of Jormungandr's might would befit an end that many could only yearn for. Sacrifice might have been taboo to the outside world, yet to all dragon followers it was sacred.

By no means was it a shameful end, and by no means should it be seen as anything diminutive.

Though she had momentarily felt that her respect was misplaced, the resulting actions has left the Therian satisfied. A passing thumbs up from her side flings upon Boreas, pride beaming from her visage.

For once, amongst the remainder of the Fireblooded, she seems more than happy to be here. A rarity, that's for sure.
(Noel Serpente)
[01:53] Boreas says, "Of course, I've never wavered from my commitment towards the mountain and the people who live here."
[01:55] To some extent, The Cat found itself disappointed, still, even as the summoned dragon erupted from nothingness, devouring the monster. To some extent, The Cat was reluctant to accept this as anything more than a necessity- That if it had been out in the woods, somewhere, that thing would still be alive, walking, ready to slaughter more and more.

And yet, to some extent, The Cat can't help but grin, just a little bit more. Still in their half-crouched, ready-to-sprint position, their eyes never leave from Anser until the last moment, whence the beast was slain, entirely- When Boreas finally did something that the cat, and indeed the entire Ebonblooded, had been waiting for since their arrival on this mountain.

A fitting end. Perhaps Rune would not find the Gates, but to be devoured by a dragon, even if it was immaterial.. Fitting was the word for it- And pleased, the cat pushes itself to a proper stand. Both hands raise upwards, claws twistingback inwards as their fingers interlock behind their head. Eyes close, quietly, and their head cants to the side.

"Congratulations. A showcase of your, of our, superior skill. And a showcase in good judgement, for once." A biting, backhanded compliment, perhaps. "Despite.. Objections from those less fortunate to share your sentiments of living up to this mountain's traditions."

They inhale, sharply, and pull their shoulders upwards into a shrug.

Hopefully, that was the end of that.
(The Cat)
[02:02] Last words? Words that would fall onto ears of those he hated, what would he say?

"Enjoy your peace while it is intact. There is a time for peace and then there is a time for Death and discord. I hope the latter comes for you all."

He shouldn't have said anything but he it mattered little to him. Rune looked to the sky as he would take his last moments in. He closed his eyes and opened his mind to hear Nyx one last time.


There was nothing no noise and nothing from Nyx. He would accept that, he expected it. The ground began to quake and he would notice a line of Daggers circling around him and then jagged teeth followed. The moment it came into view it was lights out for Rune. He would be devoured and killed, his spirit being sent back to Mother Nyx.


Fel energy smoked in the place he once stood and slowly faded into nothing, Rune was no more and he had failed his mission in this life. It was easier for him to die then to keep living in a land where he could call nowhere home. He hoped in Death there would be something waiting but the chances were, there was nothing waiting for Rune on the otherside. The Beast would would likely not even return to the life stream, he was tainted and would likely fade into nothing after his death.

The scene came to a calming point as Boreas gave a speech to his people. There was much potential in the Drakanite and Rune had no doubt he would do well. He regretting not giving this one the corrupted blade but it would be a curse anyways. He hoped it would plague the mind of The Cat at least so he had some effects left behind.

(Rune Cloven)