Tetheron Chapter 1: The Gathering ~Remake~ (O/A)

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[Onirama]

~Nathan Wright (NPC)~

The Gifted Son

The last three days had been pretty hectic for the young mage, he had to coordinate the repair teams and help with the burials as best as he could so with the lack of manpower it was taking its toll on Nathen. Then came the report from the Elders, he was to help gather information on an old legend which put a stop to virtually everything else for him. It was all frustrating, it made him feel even more angry when he was supposed to gather the Heroes and bring them to the audience chamber where the Gathering ritual took place. He didn't have the time to do everything on his own, but he made sure to assign several messengers in relaying the information as he took some time for a breather outside while he waited for the first to arrive. He didn't expect the heroes to hurry over, they all seemed very different and could only hope they would comply with what the Elders wanted from them. He sighed again as he stood in silence, his hands in his pockets as he stood waiting.

The Impatiant Mage

[Onirama]

Arcanon Di Morte

The Lord Nercomancer

Three days had passed and Arcanon's healing had progressed smoothly so far, however, he was still unable to have his full strength like before. He needed more time to heal the last of the wounds, but he needed to gather his energy to fight against those humans once more as well so either way he was stuck resting. He sat as a desk looking through several books and reports he had gotten from his spies in Southshore about the Elders and their intentions. He had found what he was looking for two days ago, surprisingly from the reports, so had the humans and they intended on getting to it before he did. Right now he intended on sending his people up the Northern Mountains to the twin peaks of legend to destroy the holy shrines, he wouldn't let the humans have another advantage over him so soon after the recent battle. He placed his hand to his bandaged chest and it stung slightly, he made no indication of pain, but it did hurt him despite being healed nicely. He looked at the book on his desk and sigh lightly, he knew that the ones going up the mountains to the shrines would be here soon so he needed to get ready. He slowly stood and moved back to where his bed was set in the room as he waited for them to gather.

[Lady Embers]

~~Raise your voice,~~
~~Sticks and stones may break my bones.~~
~~I'm talkin' loud, not sayin' much.~~

Some scars never fade.
--Lot Lirem--
-Hidden Mystic-

In the messenger's wake, a lithe hooded figure rose from her secluded seat amongst the shelves of Southshore's magic academy library, stretching out long limbs to relieve stiffness induced by hours of sitting. It had been a long three days for Lot Lirem as she conducted research at the Elders' request while still recovering from the handful of injuries she sustained during the recent battle. There were a pair of shrines in the Northern Mountains that the Elders wanted to know everything about without delay, so they called on the first available document specialist they could contact. The scarred mystic had already been in the city and had made her willingness to help known so it was Miss Lirem who wound up burning the midnight oil to find any relevant scrap of information. The most abundant source was the Magic Academy; but while the magic academy had a well-stocked library of which Lot had been fond since her brief student days, the loss of the city's main library made her task somewhat more difficult. Still, with the aid of a couple assistant librarians and a local bookshop owner, the young researcher had managed to compile a reasonable stock of notes including a map from a decade or so ago. Not bad considering that the topic of various remote shrines had fallen out of common interest before Lot was born.

Taking a deep, relaxing breath, Lot gathered up her notes and stashed them in her backpack. Apparently the Elders wanted her at the shrine to report her findings, so to the city's shrine would she go. The hooded mystic shouldered her pack and started walking. The city streets were busy as ever, though the nature of said business was more grim than it was a few days ago. It was a sad truth, but one to be expected of wartime. Lot carefully wove her way through the bustle until she reached the shrine, her eyes watching the world with curiosity from under the depths of her hood. Arrival put an end to her observations, so the researcher placed her thoughts back onto what she had learned and entered the large building. Near silence met her in the main room, though she recognized the one figure within.

"I wasn't expecting you, Nathen." Lot said, her tone making the statement into a simple observation, "Are the elders wanting me to hand my notes to you instead of deliver them myself?" The female mage didn't know Nathen well, but she remembered him from their days at the academy and she'd seen him around the shrine once or twice when she was there on business so she surmised that he had fallen into a role of assistance to the Elders.

~~Shoot me down, but I won't fall~~
~~I am Titanium~~

Location: Southshore- Magic Academy --- > Shrine
Company: Nathen
Mood: slightly tired
OOC: ((Woot! Let's get things started. ))

[Onirama]

~Nathan Wright (NPC)~

The Gifted Son

Nathen's eyes slowly came up from the floor to look at who had spoken to him, it was Lot and to be honest he wasn't expecting her to speak to him or be here so soon for that matter. A light smile came to his face as he shook his head lightly "For the time being I am, i'm to take the notes to the Elders who are meeting in one of the rooms in the back. I hear even The Tarmikos Brothers will be here to speak to everyone" he said to her as stepped away from the wall. The Tarmikos Brothers were well known Elders of the city and Teachers as the local Magic Academy. Their abilities were some of the top in the entire city, yet not even they could stand up to the evil that plagued this land. "I'm sure the Elders are growing more impatient everyday as they continue their search on how to stop Arcanon. Even with these Heroes that were summoned, it seems like a hopeless cause" he said to her. Nathen wasn't one to be so down, but that last battle showed just how dangerous the Creature army was, even the legendary walls that surrounded the majority of the city didn't stand much of a chance against the vast numbers in the enemy army. Nathen sighed lightly "I better try and focus on something else, being hopeless helps no one" he said to Lot as he tried to force a smile.

The Impatiant Mage

[Lady Embers]

~~Raise your voice,~~
~~Sticks and stones may break my bones.~~
~~I'm talkin' loud, not sayin' much.~~

Some scars never fade.
--Lot Lirem--
-Hidden Mystic-

Lot shrugged off her backpack at Nathen's reply. She simply nodded to most of what he was saying, listening as she pulled out her notes and put them in order. At his last statement the hooded mystic looked back at the slightly younger mage and studied him for a moment before speaking. "You're right, it doesn't. Even so, I won't argue with the seeming futility of the situation." Shaking her head slightly, the young woman held out her notes for Nathen to take. "We're still alive though, and the city still stands so there's still reason to keep going." Her words were simple, not really pitched to give comfort but still lilted towards some degree of optimism. To be honest, Lot wasn't sure where to place her hope if any was merited at all. All she knew was that she wanted her people to survive so come what may she'd do what she could towards that goal.

With her notes surrendered, the researcher glanced away from her companion, her eyes drifting first to the door which led further into the building and then to the doors leading outside. "Shall I wait here in case the Elders want to discuss the findings with me?" Lot asked, unsure of what to do with herself now. In her research she'd come across mentions of some other shrines which might be worth investigating, but she was rather relishing a reprieve from the desk chair she'd inhabited most of the past three days. What she wouldn't give for a chance to get out of the city right now. She'd been feeling rather cooped up from being in one place too long and in the aftermath of this task the urge to travel was itching at Lot's senses more than usual.

~~Shoot me down, but I won't fall~~
~~I am Titanium~~

Location: Southshore- Shrine
Company: Nathen
Mood: slightly tired
OOC: (( ))

[prime666]

-I've conquered the night-
-and held true the day-

-I watched as the light-
-drove the darkness away-

Sinshi Kotake
Demon of The Angels
It had been a week since Sin had been summoned to this strange new land. A week since he had learned about the troubles the people here had to deal with. A week to begin fixing a problem that wasn't his. They where in a similar situation too the humans of his homeland. And they seemed to be doing about as good as they had. What a useless bunch. Weak and helpless only bunching together to scrape by battle by battle. Sin was not impressed by them. But regardless of this he had taken up the mantle they had bestowed upon him. A hero once more...for the life of him he never understood the title. His deeds done in the name of righteousness where out of necessity. Not want, or care...even still he had proved himself to be the type of "hero" whom one would want to have on their side. The battle three days ago had cemented that fact into the minds of all whom had witnessed him during. When he had first found himself in the heat of battle once more his heart had skipped a beat. He had been in his natural element then. War wasn't something he occasionally came upon. To him it had been nearly his entire life...and it showed.

When the horde had come upon the walls trying desperately to overrun the humans Sin had taken up position at the main entrance too the city. Just outside the wall throwing himself into the enemy army and clearing the area around him whilst leaving the other "heroes" to do as they pleased. It was there he would remain cutting a bloody swath through countless creatures. Living in the thrill of the bloodshed. Isabella had fed well that day. He had used the shadows to stop them from scaling the wall as best he could all the while defending the entrance from being breached. Needing the aid of no-one as the military might of these creatures held not the same ferocity of the demons he was used to slaying, nor the knowledge of the angels he had slain before. He had his share of being knocked around but it didn't seem to even phase him at the time. More so drive him to be more aggressive, more bloodthirsty, more like the monster he was. Long did he go on like that before the retreat had been sounded. They had driven off their enemy...he had to hand it too the humans and their "heroes"...He did not expect them to be as tenacious as they had been. Humans where like cockroaches though. Hard to exterminate.

In the aftermath of it Sin had not said a single word to any of his would be brothers in arms. He would not stick around to hear their praise, or join in any sort of post battle victory. He would simply recede back into the city, his work having been done. In the following days he could be found helping dig graves to bury their dead. Even going on errand runs to deliver letters to the loved ones of the deceased. The angels had said that it would soften the blow if the news came from one of the people these humans considered a Hero. Sin could not argue even though he did not really want to take part in any such action. He went on like this until a messenger was finally sent his way. Glad to be done with his dictated duty, he was quick to stop helping the humans in their toil and woe. Offering no words in response to their thanks for his efforts. He was on his way to the audience chamber. It seemed the Elders had something to share. He didn't exactly care one way or the other. But he knew if he had been summoned there was a good chance the other heroes had been as well. He supposed he couldn't avoid them forever. He finally came upon the building peering upon it with disinterest for but a moment before opening the doors and making his way inside. It seemed he had been the first Hero to arrive as the two that stood within the main chamber where not those whom had passed his field of vision when the spell that had summoned them had occurred. He walked quietly and rather slowly to the two offering no formal greeting, or even a word of acknowledgement hoping that he would be directed to what exactly he was supposed to be there for without much banter being shared.

-left the world in a state-
-wrapped in lights gentle care-

-Knowing that shades fate-
-is one that I'll share-

[Stece]

♠ ♦ ♥ ♣A million miles from home...
I am walking ahead...●●●

♠ ♦ ♥ ♣ I am Captian Ѵivian 𝔐ara
I am, a soldier on my own.●●●





The battle, the only thing that was even remotely worth her time in this god forsaken world nd even during battle she did not want to fight or even try. Until the only place she felt was even worth going to had been attacked and promptly destroyed. For the past week after the battle Vivian had been helping clear the rubble and rebuild the library. Not out of kindness or herosem but out of selfishness. Through the wreckage several books were found still intact. Some scorched some damaged with water, others perfectly fine, some missing paged or covered. Yet still there was books that were able to re rescued. Scholar having taken it upon themselves to rewrite those that were missing pages, those too water logged that the in smeared or some that had been badly scorched the best they could. The place had been burned and destroyed but she continued to help clear the rubble and rebuild for the small chance that maybe a book that she found might just be the one she was looking for. Yes that was her reason for helping now, to find a way back to her world and her empress.

She picked up a rock and tossed it into the wagon before going back and grabbing another one. She stopped only momentarily to wipe the sweat from her brow before going back to clear more of the pile. This part had to get cleared soon for they were going to be starting construction soon and this area was were they were putting up the left wall. She had to get it cleaned up as fast as possible just encase there was any books to salvage before anyone else got a hold of them. For she knew, once the humans got a hold of them she would never see them again.


♠ ♦ ♥ ♣I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest ...
I'm ready for the fight, and fate.●●●

[Hiromaniac]

Rani B. Rial

En route to audience chamber

Rani had been in the middle of writing a letter when the messenger had delivered her summons. Ordinary people would have to stop writing, but she had been trained to write legibly whether mobile or not. A useless skill for most, it was imperative for her magic to be of any use in active settings. Thanking the messenger for the summons, she gathered her belongings and began her walk to the audience chamber while still writing away in her book.

((Long letter, read at your own risk.))

'Dear Father,

It has been two weeks local time since I have been summoned to this place. The locals call it Tetheron. For the most part it seems like an ordinary world. The land is old with the Humes being historically in charge of governing the land. Beast-men comprise the larger population. One unusual aspect of the land is that magic is mostly only present in the form of crystals. This is the most unsettling thing to me. Most worlds I have visited have physical manifestations of magic and usually in the form of crystals. Unlike those other worlds, there is little to no magic in the air. In that sense, the air here feels dry as if it hasn't rained in months.

I was summoned here initially to help the Humes in their struggle. In an attempt to regulate crystal use and create balance amongst the non-Hume races, the Humes have created a heavy air of unrest amongst the Beast-men. In time the Beast-men joined together and have created a revolution against the Humes. Revolutions make for some of the greatest stories. Had I not been summoned here on behalf of the Humes, I would most likely have sought to join the Beast-men! I already have so much invested in the story of the Humes so I don't think I shall be switching now that I'm here. Besides, the Humes are in a bit of a nasty spot. Their capital city of Southshore, where I was summoned to and am currently stationed in, is one of if not the last bastion for the Humes. I think that from this point, the story of the Humes will be the greater one. Besides, they're all cramped up in this one city. As you can imagine, I'm already getting restless. I hope this summons is a mission to go outside the city.

I feel a bit apprehensive though. I was summoned here to help in the fight against the Beast-men, but I'm not really one for combat. Out of the two of us, Bran would be the better suited. Though if Hira or Leon had been home, I think they would have been a much better fit than I. But I will keep my chin up. I was the one summoned for a reason so I just have to live up to their expectations of a Hero.

Anyway, I'm approaching an audience chamber where the elders who summoned me and eleven others are waiting. Tell Bran I'm sorry I didn't get to visit Kusundr with him like I was supposed to. I'm not sure how long this message will take to reach you since my magic has its limitations. I'll be sending more letters as more happens, but don't worry. I'm chronicling it in my book so you will be better able to adapt it later on. Miss you!

Love,
Rani'

As Rani approached the audience chamber she tore the page she had been writing on out of her book. She gently folded it into a dove then wrote a phrase on the outside. Y saccahkan tuja dryd femm vmo cdnyekrd Rusa. 'A messenger dove that will fly straight Home.' As she finished writing the phrase, the characters flared to life. The paper dove moved its neck and began to flap its wings. Flying around Rani once in a circle, the dove stopped flying briefly in front her as if bidding farewell then flew off into the skies above.

Closing her book, she placed it in a specially designed satchel that allowed quick access to the book as needed. Looking around the area she saw the man who had been appointed as their guide. She called out and waved energetically but didn't approach as it seemed he was already in a conversation and it would be rude to interrupt him any more than she already had. Instead she scanned through the plaza and noticed that one of the other summoned heroes had already arrived. She hurried over to greet him. "Sinshi! How are you? Isn't this exciting? The Elders gathering us all here for an important meeting. I hope they're sending us on an adventure. I feel all cramped up not really being able to leave, don't you?"

[prime666]

-I've conquered the night-
-and held true the day-

-I watched as the light-
-drove the darkness away-

Sinshi Kotake
Demon of The Angels
The silence had been broken at the mention of his name. Drawing his attention over to the source his crimson stare fell upon the human who was rushing to greet him. She was her usual excitable little self. Barraging him with questions as he looked down on her with a cold stare. This little ball of energy he knew as one of the heroes Rani if he was not mistaken. His eyes flashed for but a moment as he peered into her soul having not done so for any of the heroes yet. Might as well start somewhere. "Mostly good...filled with wonder. With a mentality that wishes to see the good in everyone...how optimistic. There is no will to fight within you. How sad. I should have not expected as much from you Rani. If we where in battle together I expect I would have to do all the heavy lifting whilst you toiled away with your stories" he spoke with mock cheer as he listed the traits aloud for her to hear. A look of disappointment painted on his face he sighed relaxing his shoulders a bit letting his eyes meet her own. "I think your lust for adventure might be sated. I don't see much reason for them calling upon us if they did not want us to do something for them." he said in response to her question standing completely still as he spoke. His eyes narrowed at her as he leaned in a little closer to her "if that is the case I expect you to be of some use...a dizzying task though it may be for you. I hope to be surprised in the future. Hero" the last of his words would seethe from his lips as if it pained him to even say them before returning to stand at his full height. The angels had no power over how he held himself in any conversation. It was why he had chosen silence over social interaction. But this type of person, giddy like little girl at the mere thought of adventure did not scream hero to him.

"As for feeling cramped...my last home was a never ending torment of pain and misery, a place that would have been most accommodating to a soul like yours. That being said I don't share your feelings of claustrophobia. I was busy burying those whom fell in battle and informing their loved ones of the news after, so I hadn't really thought about how I feel being here...I wonder what it is that you had to do that was so important during that time" he stood there looking at her with a serious expression despite how his words had made him want to crack a smile. His words where thought out and spoken so it would not seem like he was berating the child. Yet cold enough to show his disapproval of her cheer.

-left the world in a state-
-wrapped in lights gentle care-

-Knowing that shades fate-
-is one that I'll share-

[Hiromaniac]

Rani B. Rial

Outside Audience Chamber

Rani's eyes widened in wonder. "Oooooh. A mind reader." In one swift motion she pulled out her book and opened it up as she began making notes. "'Seems sure of his power. Doesn't take aetherial interference into consideration when utilizing abilities.' You see, Mr. Kotake, lacking the desire to fight doesn't correlate to lacking the ability to fight." She ripped out a piece of paper with a phrase written on it. "Y dah duhwa pnelg. 'A ten tonze brick.'" The letters flared to life as she tossed the piece of paper off to the side. Instead of catching on the wind and blowing away as a piece of paper should, it slammed into the ground creating cracks in the stone below. "I have no doubts that your sticks and stones can break my bones, but only my words can ever harm thee. Fufufufufufu."

She bent over and picked up the piece of paper, crumpling it and sticking it in her bag. "As tempting an offer, I don't feel the need to visit realms of eternal torment. My father took me to one when I was twelve and I quickly grew bored. Nothing ever changes in places like that. 'Takes pride in stagnation.' And I'll have you know that while you were burying dead, wasting precious groudspace with useless corpses of people whose stories are over and clinging desperately to the dregs of your boring world, I was doing what I usually do when being transported to a new world where I've never been. I've been reading up on history, learning the local ways of life, tasting the recipes that have been handed down through the generations, trying to learn traditional dances, and other more personable activities. You know, the important things that give flavor to an otherwise bland and grinding lifestyle. But I'm sure you know all about bland and grinding lifestyles being from a world of eternal torment, pain, and misery." She smiled brightly at the man. "It is not according to our individual definitions of hero by which we were selected, Mr. Kotake, it is by theirs." She nodded in the direction of the audience chamber. "I expect we'll require your expertly-honed ability to lift heavy objects in our adventures."

[prime666]

-I've conquered the night-
-and held true the day-

-I watched as the light-
-drove the darkness away-

Sinshi Kotake
Demon of The Angels
Sin could not but smile as the girl met his words "Then your travels have left you with no humanity. he stated simply. He payed no mind to her affirmation of combat and didn't even glance over at the paper as it ground its way into the floor merely chuckling darkly. "You are a terrible excuse for a human if the simple decent act of burying the dead is paltry to one such as you" he dipped into a light bow "you are not just detached from your own kind....you are mentally inept of even having compassion for them. A trait I much respect. I believe the word sociopath is the term used for people like you" he said lightly returning to stand and cocking his head to the side. He really couldn't care less about the humans own travels or history but the least he could do was humour her. "Some of us aren't as lucky to be able to travel to worlds on a whim. Some of us need to play the hand we are dealt. So forgive me for not being as used to being torn out of my own story. But I dare say you are not as interesting as you would like to believe either human. his smile widened this one was a firecracker but he had dealt with many humans in his time. This one had nothing new to offer him. As he had expected. Her display of power had done little in his mind to think her any more useful "You are still human though you would do well to remember that and show respect for the dead. For even now they judge you" he said simply giving no context for the statement as the angels all at once in his head where in a huff.

"I wonder how many years it took for you to delude yourself into thinking that your life is nothing more than one grand story for you to record? It must be a simple existence to be you. Looking upon worlds with disinterest. God forbid you actually take the time to experience all that some had to offer. You are well traveled for a twenty two year old." he said laughing a bit as he began to walk again. "pages upon pages of stories and yet you lack any real knowledge... keep traveling down your path of self illusion Rani...do that, and I will look forward to killing you one day as it only takes one stain of the soul to corrupt." he was done talking with the human she was nothing more than an annoyance. Like they usually were. So sure of themselves until they were in a situation where escape wasn't an option. Every fibre of his demonic being wished to show her where she stood in her little story. He would ever so much enjoy removing the hands from her limbs and handing her back her precious little book. The thought was quelled by the angels whom grew angry with his musings. muttering to himself "relax...I'm not actually going to do such a thing" he would then chuckle to himself. Her attempts at poking fun at him leaving him unphased the words and opinion of a human meant nothing in the end after all.

-left the world in a state-
-wrapped in lights gentle care-

-Knowing that shades fate-
-is one that I'll share-

[Hiromaniac]

Rani B. Rial

Outside Audience Chamber

"Tsk tsk, Mr. Kotake." She wagged a finger at the man. "I was hoping my comments would serve to make you less presumptuous. My lack of desire to bury the dead is aided by my lack of caring for the body once the story is over, but that is not my only motivation. Take a look at the city around you. One one side we have a cliff and on the other we have our enemy. Where will we plant crops? Where will we allow our livestock to roam? Our fight was less of a battle and more of a siege. And what of the Beast-men once we routed them? Do you think they just magically disappeared from the world once they were out of sight? Land is and will continue to be at a premium until we can secure the plains. It may be custom to bury the dead but it isn't always optimal to do so. There were many many causalities. It isn't just to the individual if all the dead are thrown into one mass grave. It's also unjust if we just throw them off the cliff and have the sea take them. In some cultures I have visited, it is honorable to burn the dead, and that is what I would have done. Again, not some mass burning. Give the family a ceremony. Let them light the funeral pyre to carry their loved one to the afterlife."

She placed a finger on her chin as she had another though. "Then again, I didn't exactly ask what their beliefs are on death rituals. It could be completely disrespectful to burn their dead. I didn't ask as I care more for life. Stories end at death, Mr. Kotake. At least the majority of them. You continue to look down upon me based on my age, my race, and my upbringing, yet you do not realize why I am so absorbed in the stories of others. Eventually you will figure it out and you will remember this conversation and understand the irony. Until then you will only be able to look down upon me. " And with that she ended the conversation, electing to take a seat on a nearby bench and munch on a piece of crunchy bread from her bag.

[Lady Embers]

~~Chastity Glenfield~~
~Merciful Angel of War~

Chastity had been tending to the ailing as she was wont to do when the messenger found her with the summons. The elders had called a meeting of the heroes at the shrine so for now the angel must set aside her work to answer their call. It was only with reluctance that she did so. The hospital system Chastity had been organizing since her arrival was still somewhat unsteady and while she trusted her assistants the holy healer hated to leave them on their own for fear that they would be in want of her guidance. As she gave instructions to the lead healer of the hospital she was being summoned from the angel tried to comfort her trepidation with the thought that the others needed the chance to function without her lest they become dependent.

When she finally managed to remove herself from the hospital, Chastity made short work of traveling to the shrine, flying rather than walking to avoid distraction. Her haste seemed to have made a difference as only two of the other heroes were present at the shrine when she arrived. The angel saw Rani first and shot the energetic woman a small smile, a smile which quickly vanished when silver eyes landed upon the other hero. White wings tensed instinctively at the sight of the demon, all of Chastity's senses sharpening as she habitually readied herself for confrontation. It took several slow breaths and averting her eyes to look at the other two figures in the room before the angel calmed enough to remind herself that Sinshi was supposed to be an ally. That reminder didn't ease the tension any, but it afforded Chastity enough resolve to move farther into the room. Silently she took a seat within the vicinity of the human pair in an attempt to avoid a conflict.

~I will fight and I will stand.~

Location: Southshore shrine
Companions: Nathen, Lot, Rani, Sinshi
Mood: unsettled
OOC:

[prime666]

-I've conquered the night-
-and held true the day-

-I watched as the light-
-drove the darkness away-

Sinshi Kotake
Demon of The Angels

White noise was all he heard as the human rambled at him. Backtracking and trying to explain herself to someone whom had not cared in the first place. Every human he had knows fancied themselves an insightful example as to how to live a life. But in the eyes of the demon their lives where fleeting and short. He simply kept walking yawning as he went waving his hand behind him as if trying to swat away a fly. A fly that simply would not stop buzzing. He had hoped to avoid the rest of the heroes, but his angels would have none of it thinking that having him socialize with creatures such as that girl might help him open up the the emotions they had gifted upon him. They could not control his actions though. He was still very much himself yet oddly not. A victim of circumstances that would not allow him to give in to his most basic nature no matter how much he wanted to. That nature was about to be pushed to the limit. The sound was almost to familiar to his ears. How many times had he hated the sound of flapping wings? How many times had he welcomed it? One thing was certain a creature that was his polar opposite had just joined them. His eyes traced the room until they fell upon her. The way she reacted to the mere sight of him was enough to make him smile. She was one of the few that would have a firm understanding of his malice. He wondered if his presence in this world confused her. He was a pure demon and she was a true angel. Having met anywhere else surely they would be in the heat of battle by now. Sin felt twenty thousand eyes upon him. and his hand drew to his chest covering the pendant holding the gem of the angel souls hidden beneath his shirt. He did not need to look at this womans soul to know what he would see. He was quite close to angel souls all the time.

Sin walked no closer to the angel if she attacked him he would have to fight back. If he did that he would suffer repercussions later on. So he turned his gaze away from her, walking towards the nearest wall and slinking to the ground to sit cross legged. Closing his eyes to proceed to concentrate sorting through the voices that all had something to say about the words he had shared with the pathetic little human girl who fancied herself a prophet. As he placed his hands on his legs a sword would appear beside him. A katana with what appeared to be a bat flying it's way in an engraving along the blade. It simply materialized and fell to lightly rest upon his shoulder as he sat there. Even in times when he would want to be alone he would find he could not. There was always someone there to bother him. Some soul to remind him of what he had become. Nothing more than a weapon to be used by the righteous. A tool to be used to disperse evil that had been forged in evil. It was almost poetic.

-left the world in a state-
-wrapped in lights gentle care-

-Knowing that shades fate-
-is one that I'll share-

[ReaperBones]

Alex Merlinian

Unbreakable Guardian

"Lead my hands as they shape a safer world."

Alex finished hsi current task of clean up when a messenger arrived. He listened with a warm smile and nodded as he left. He gave the people around him a thumbs up and headed out. Everyone was a bit depressed after the battle. They had nearly been destroyed. He sighed as he thought about his confrontation with Arcanon. He had learned a lot about the lich just from watching him fight. ON his travels through the town he spotted a familiar face. Grabbed a flower from a nearby garden he strode over to Vivian. He held out the iris flower to her and spoke. "Flower of wisdom for the wise lady?"
Alex smiled to her before looking up toward the shrine. He spoke with a cheerful tone. "So, you ready to find your way home?"



Location: Southshore
Company: Vivian
Mood: Cheerful

"And lead my feet to the places where I might do the greatest good."

Stece