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They were following the Jaimen, intending to discover the whereabouts of the camp holding the missing children. Gur wanted to scout the Jaimen camp, but avoid another fiasco like the one at the farmhouse at any cost, so keeping a fair amount of distance from the people they were tracking seemed prudent. As a result, they were about a mile back, counting on tracks and Chi's nose rather than getting close enough to see the Jaimen directly. That way, they couldn't be spotted in return.

And then s**t happened. At a bend in the road, three people walked out of the brush to bar their way.

Gur contemplated the three individuals. He was sure the Jaimen were far enough ahead that, even if they heard the sounds of combat, they could not return in time to assist anyone. And he doubted they would be able to pick up the sounds at that distance. These three were on their own. Chi and he against three people with no crossbows… he liked those odds. With Sker and her new found ability with Chi's gauntlets... well, that was just icing on the cake. And yet…

Aganath, a trained warhorse, sensed a confrontation brewing and was trembling in anticipation of trampling the three to death. Gur held the reins tightly, holding Aganath back. There was something wrong with this entire setup. If these people where working with the Jaimen, they would have alerted the group Gur and Chi were following and combined forces. And there was something else, he realized, a complete lack of fear. Even ignoring that they were facing mounted adversaries, most people in Zhu confronted with Chi and her horns reacted with terror and distain. These three seemed to be taking it in stride. Gur studied them a bit closer.

The one closest was a small man in a green sleeveless shirt, matching capri's, brown boots and green gloves. He was caring a quarterstaff, a very unusual weapon, particularly for someone so short. Hazel eyes that Gur found disturbingly attractive watched calmly and professionally, studying his and Chi’s faces instead of their hands, watching for the signs of intent that would precede action. Someone trained in combat. But it was also a passive look, ready to respond, but not to initiate. Waiting for Gur or Chi to do something threatening, or for an order, which Gur presumed would come from the second man.

The second man was stranger, but not because of his appearance. Black hair, blue eyes, and very young… Gur put him south of 20… wearing two swords with oversized hand guards, unusual and clearly custom made. Some kind of metal armor greaves on his legs, but nothing on his upper body, which was also a bit usual. He was moving in a way that said he wore the swords and greaves constantly. The man walked forward lightly on his feet, and Gur guessed he was a master swordsman. He seemed confident facing Gur, which seemed odd given the man had to know he was at a tremendous disadvantage to someone on horseback. But he seemed uncomfortable every time he glanced at Chi, something Gur would have expected from anyone in Zhu, except Gur had the distinct impression it wasn’t the horns that made the man uncomfortable. Gur would have sworn the man blushed slightly every time his eyes wandered over Chi’s body. The thing that was truly strange, however, was that Gur sensed this man was a magic user, a wizard of some kind. What was he doing in Zhu?

The third man stood back from the first two in a way that seemed subservient. Blond hair, blue eyes, medium height, he looked fit but only had a couple of daggers for weapons. His eyes were downcast, avoiding confrontation. A manservant, perhaps? But then Gur noticed that those downcast eyes were moving, looking from point to point on the ground, and Gur glanced down and picked out the dull brown color of several four pronged spikes deliberately designed to blend into the dirt and to always have a point facing up. Caltrops, anti-horse devices, were scattered in front of the three. If he and Chi charged in, chances were that a horse would step on one and go down, taking the rider with it.

He and Chi dismounted at the same time, perfectly synchronized. Gur wondered idly if Chi had noticed the caltrops or if it was the bond, but it didn’t matter. Even off horseback, he was expecting this to be a one sided fight. It was also a fight Gur didn’t really need, so he let the black armor, which he’d been keeping suppressed, form around him, hoping it would be at least a little intimidating. Instead, the second man’s grin widened. “Nice effect” he said.

“Thank you” said Gur, sighing inwardly. No simple way out. “I’m Gur Drikrtend, and this,” and Gur motioned toward Chi, “is my wife Chikara Nakamushi.”

“Mikahail Whitelaw, and these are my servants, Rei and Kuklo” answered the swordsman.

Chi grinned… showing off her fangs, which probably wasn’t the best idea… and sniffed. Then she looked at the man named Rei and said “you smell nice,” which probably also wasn’t the best idea, because Rei looked a little discomforted by that, for reasons Gur didn’t understand.

“We are not looking for trouble” said Gur, trying to send shushing sounds through the bond to Chi, who was having none of it.

“But trouble has been looking for you. Or at least, we have.” Mikahail shrugged. “Same difference.” And then he put one finger to his chin and looked thoughtful. “And, you know, I’d say if you weren’t looking for trouble, maybe wandering through Zhu, being a wizard, which maybe you could have hidden, and hauling along,” and he waved toward Chi, “whatever that is, which you couldn’t, maybe not the best idea. Gur felt a spike of anger from Chi.

Gur thought about that for a moment. Sure, getting Chi through Zhu was a bit of a problem, but that wasn't the same as three people who had been deliberately waiting for them, and knew where to wait. And yet, it hadn't been an ambush. These three could have been in the brush with crossbows if they just wanted to put Gur and Chi down. "May I ask why you're looking for us and how you found us?"

Mika replied "I'm looking to discharge an obligation before I move on to other things." That meant pretty much nothing to Gur, but he wondered for a moment if these three where from Fang, collecting some bounty or repaying some debt to Reginald. Then he rejected that out of hand; if they had been, they would know exactly what Gur and Chi looked like and there would have been no warning. No, these three were unsure about Gur and Chi, had wanted confirmation they were wizards, or magical in Chi's case, before they attacked. And Gur had gone right ahead and sealed it with the materializing black armor. But he did have to give them points for taking the time to check; most people in Zhu would have assumed anyone they didn't know was guilty. Maybe people they did know. Friends, even; the fear of magic ran deep in most people in Zhu. Mika continued "Kuklo, here, came up with the plan to intercept you."

The third man nodded. "It was not difficult. You asked so many questions about the military camp's location, one rider on a black horse, one rider hanging far back as if they were afraid to be seen clearly. It was an obvious conclusion that if we waited along the road to the camp, you would be by. Really, a herd of elephants would have been less noticeable."

Gur winced and he didn't have to look to know Chi's eyes had narrowed and her nostrils had flared. "I promised I'd kill the next man who called me an elephant" said Chi. "But in your case, I'm going to make an exception. I'm going to kill you because I don't like you instead." Gur winced again. The chances of finding a peaceful solution to this encounter were dimming by the second.

Mika frowned at Chi for a moment, and Gur saw that strange blush come to his cheeks again. Mika quickly turned his attention back to Gur. "So, are you Coven? Fang or Granate?”

“Damn, more people that know about the super-secret covens” said Sker in disbelief. “What, did this become common household talk recently and I didn’t hear about it? Is ‘Honey, I mucked out the cow pens, fed the horses, and heard a juicy tidbit about the High Preist of Fang being a snake worshiper’ dinner conversation at farm houses nowadays?”

“Sker, I’m trying to concentrate, please” said Gur, and saw a momentary flicker of doubt in Mikahail’s eyes, who of course could not hear Sker at all. “Sorry, just an expression” said Gur. “We were forced through Zhu on our way to house Granate, but we are not of either coven” he continued.

Mikahail went back to grinning, and Gur saw something else in those eyes, some flame dancing back behind the eyeballs, bright and intense and a little mad. Sker saw the same thing, and she said "Gur, Chi, I don't like this. This guy seems a tad short of a full deck." But her voice had a strange, choppy quality to it. And then she said "Cra...ot...gain.". And was gone.

Great timing.

Gur tried to continue as if nothing had happened. “We do not mean any harm to Zhu. We want to pass through as quickly and harmlessly as possible.”

Mikahail actually laughed at that one. “Oh, blowing up a few soldiers and cannons doesn’t count? That’s harmless?” He shrugged and drew his swords. “Not that it matters. If you were coven, I would have kept you alive a little longer to ask some questions, but the end result would have been the same. Wizards in Zhu carry a death sentence. Consider me to be yours.”

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              Reginald joined the swarm of wardens converging upon the area of the explosion. The surviving half-giants in the immediate vicinity were sticking to their primitive fighting tactics, also known as mainly punching and kicking things. The High-Priest sneered at the pathetic scene that surrounded him. These beasts and non-magical humans were such sad little animals, not an ounce of magic to lift them above menial existence. And here the half-giants were attempting to claim freedom, something they have no right to. More disappointing was how ill-prepared his coven seemed to be. To see his mages losing to such weak things only capable of physical combat... After this battle it would be necessary to whip these fools into shape.

              A half-giant spotted Reginald and recognized him as the man behind his peoples' imprisonment. With a roar the giant charged at Reginald and the wardens around him, his challenge calling nearby hulks' attention as well. Reginald merely rolled his eyes as he muttered an incantation. "Down beasts." The earth began to shake and groan beneath the giants feet. The half-giant charging stumbled a moment before continuing his charge. He was only a few strides away. The earth groaned louder. Two strides. Cracks were appearing along the surface. One stride, his fist was raising to pound Reginald against the dirt. With a roar the earth split apart beneath the giants. A chasm that went far deeper than light could penetrate. The giant's fell, hands clamoring for a grip on the dirt and stone that was shooting away from them. Their screams could be heard as they tumbled into darkness.

              One giantess had managed to grab the edge of the chasm. She snarled at Reginald as he looked down upon her. With a lazy flap of his hand and a word, the chasm snapped back shut on her and the rest of her kind. Reginald turned to the wardens with him. "Now, let's deal with the rest of these creatures." They scrambled to do as ordered.

              As they did a roar was emitted from up the hill, back from where Reginald had come. So the dragon was there! Reginald began to run back that way, half the wardens following, half continuing to hunt down half-giants. They poured through the halls but to no avail. The intruders were gone. Whomever it was had not bothered with subtlety their second time through the Rift tearing a large hole through it that could be felt by all the mages who had magic tied into the Illusion spell, a number that included Reginald.

              A couple hours later Reginald was glaring at their bowed heads. Only a few more half-giants had been slain, a couple captured. He had yet to decide whether they were to be re-enslaved or tortured to death for his amusement. The rest of the half-giants were gone. Apparently having left with whomever had opened the rift in the first place, though he still had men patrolling the coven grounds to be sure. He personally traveled to the Rift along with the other illusion mages and repaired the hole. A couple hours of pouring their magic into the rift to re-weave the illusion had certainly not improved his mood.

              Returning to the village center he and Nilin called together there coven. There was a large number of losses, luckily mostly village folk and children. It was a hard blow to them bringing them down to Granate's level, perhaps lower. The people needed inspiration and strength from their leaders. "This has been a hard day." A small enchantment strengthened both his and Nilin's voices to carry across the crowd. "All of us have lost people we care about, members of our family. At a time like this, we must remember we are all one family. Our enemies have acted like cowards, attacking us from within. They took rabid monsters, unleashed them upon our husbands and wives... even our children. It is a loss we will never forget." He paused, letting them have their little silence to mourn. "It is one we should never forget.

              He and Nilin stood tall before the gathering, the soot covered and the beaten. Their eyes flashed with vengeance and violence and it could be seen infecting the audience as well. "Remember that they struck us like this because they are desperate. They are weak! They know we are close to summoning Arianlord and assuming our correct position as leaders of this world! They are afraid of the change. But we will make this world a better place. Because you are all stronger than their cowardice. We are a family, and we will stand together against them and destroy them for their treachery."

              Both he and Nilin continued to speak, driving the crowd to embrace their anger. To let it fuel them, push them towards what needed to be done. Now more than ever were the people of Fang united in the quest to summon Arianlord. It almost brought a smile to his face.

              ~Two days later~


              Reginald looked over the induction ceremony. He seemed tall and stoic to the people gathered but Nilin would likely be able to tell he was annoyed, she knew him far too well. This was a very necessary development after their losses, yes, but so much work needed to be done. Did so many members have to be here? Only the craftsmen were spared, and the few mages reviewing coven defenses to determine how to strengthen them. They should have members out searching for Tigrus. If they just had one of those... All this would be complete. The world could be put back into proper order.

              Though on second thought... He glanced at the floating form of Ashleigh. The two of them had actually gotten along fairly well the last two days. Well along as well as two self-absorbed, sadistic a**-holes could anyways. It was a bit refreshing to meet someone so similar to himself, someone who understood that the ends truly justify the means. However he also posed a problem. If the scriptures were used, Ash would die while bound to them. He'd made it quite clear that was not an option he condoned. So in order to summon Arianlord without the annoying hassle of the book they were using throwing slobbering wolf-men and other beasts their way, Ash needed to be returned to his body. Which was apparently in some secret little crypt-library way far away in Zhu. Perfect.

              With the wars going on, a small team was needed that could slip around undetected. It had to be composed of at least one mage Reginald had complete faith in. Surely one or two knights could be excused from this formality... or at least debriefed during the boring parts. Reginald tapped his aliquam. "Virgil please join me." The knight was still sullen over the kidnapping of Simone but hopefully this would take his mind off it. And it wasn't like Reginald had no plans to get her back. Oh he most certainly would... He just needed to position certain pawns into place to get his little prize back.



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+++ The moment the trio stepped out in front of the pair, Rei was skeptical of having to face them. She had heard the things about them, all of them had, yet Mika didn't seem bothered by it. It was only the factor of facing a women that bothered the male. And even as much as Kuklo could come up with an excellent plan, there was no way around facing the horned woman. She seemed more of a threat in Rei's eyes then the purple-haired man next to her. But her comment about Rei smelling nice really threw her off. Could she tell Rei was really a woman? If that was the case, Rei could only hope that the women wouldn't spill the beans. It was already bad enough that Kuklo knew about it. The chances of Mika figuring out seemed to be rising, and Rei couldn't let it happen. The man gave off a feeling of confidence and power that was confined behind dark armor, while the horned woman seemed like all brute strength and muscle. She would take on this woman, as battle was suggested by the scratching noise of Mika drawing his sword. Both sides knew the fight was coming, and the beastly woman had her own plan for attack. Gauntlets and a pair of claws.

+++ Rei moved toward the horned woman named Chi carefully, looking for an opening, but tried to keep track of Mika as well. If he ended up in trouble, she wanted the option of moving to defend him. The man in the strange black armor, Gur, drew his sword to match Mika’s move. Rei was familiar with most of the standard schools of sword fighting, and she could see immediately that Gur was a practitioner of Zen Nippon Kendo Renmei Iaido, and appeared to be quite good at it, further inducing the anxiety pouring into her stomach.

+++ That meant Gur was probably in some trouble, although he didn’t know it yet. Mika was a remarkable swordsman who had never formally schooled in sword play; he improvised. That had its pluses and minuses, but its advantages were magnified by his two sword fighting style. Rei knew that Mika was unpredictable and, when he could come at his opponent from two directions, his attacks were hard to counter, particularly if his opponent was used to formal sparing with a regular cadence and rhythm and rules.

+++ Gur took a defensive stance called “Egret in the reeds”, that was a standard way to open with someone you didn’t know, easy to flow to half a dozen different offensive or defensive moves, particularly good against a dual wielder like Mika. Another opponent would have taken a slow approach, letting each swordsman get a feel for the strengths and weaknesses of each other’s technique. Instead, Mika took three quick steps forward and did a side cut at Gur, who shifted to ‘standing stone’ to catch Mika's sword on his own. Gur took a glancing blow off the shoulder from Mika’s other sword, the side cut a diversion. Rei smiled to herself seeing Mika was more than holding his own, and turned to Chi

+++ Rei took off in a full on frontal attack, her hands quickly shifting into sturdy fists, ready to attempt impact upon the ogre woman. But the other female pulled her own fist back, and Rei could almost immediately identify the type of punch the woman was using. But with the amount of power she had, Rei knew that if any of her punches landed, she was good as dead. Even in just a single punch. Changing her footing just a tad, Rei ducked underneath Chi's attack just soon enough to pull the quarterstaff from her back and swinging it upward to smack the woman straight in her side. The sound of impact almost seemed deafening in Rei's ears, but was soon replace with the sound of her own feet bouncing on the hard ground as she moved away from Chi to avoid another attack. Rei seemed to have the advantage of speed and being nimble as to where the other was all brute strength and desired to smash things to bits.

+++ Rei switched to koryū, or "old school" jōdō, with the quarterstaff, mixing things up with Chi, and managed to land a solid blow to Chi’s arm. Solid enough that she expected it to break. But the woman, demon, or whatever, was not as fragile as the normal flesh and blood Rei was made of, and Rei danced out of range before one of those massive claws could crush her. She took a couple of more steps back, looking for an approach to wear the woman down. She could hear the constant clanging of Gur and Mika’s swords, and it seemed like Gur had taken some measure of Mika, because the ferocity and tempo of the blows wasn’t slowing; if anything, it was faster.

+++ Rei couldn’t take her eyes of Chi, but she could hear Mika and Gur talking. Mika grunted as if he’d almost taken a blow, and then he said, with respect in his voice, “You’re good with the sword for a wizard, and I’m impressed you’re keeping this a fair fight and not trying to hit me with spells, but this only ends one way.” Rei was surprised, because she couldn’t remember ever hearing Mika call another swordsman good before.

+++ Gur replied, trying to sound confident but showing some strain, “I wouldn’t count on anything yet, Mikahail. Still, you’re very good, and if it weren’t for the children, I would have liked use to have met under different circumstances, to have spared with you in practice instead of trying to take your life.”

+++ The sharp clatter of thrust and counter thrust slowed for a minute, and Mika said, his voice puzzled “What are you talking about?”

+++ “The children the Jaimen are experimenting on. Zhu children. You seem like a decent sort, but no one does that, no one subjects innocents to something like that, no one that I could ever call a friend. You and these Jaimen, what you’re doing is as close to pure evil as I’ve ever encountered.“

+++ And Mika said “Stand down, Rei”, and she backed slowly away from Chi. “I could never call a wizard a friend, Maizen or Civok. But I will give you five minutes to explain yourself, and when I’m satisfied you’re making that up, then I’ll kill you.”



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-April 14th-

Human warfare was somehow more brutal than what Nova knew of mages. He'd had a firsthand look at the cruelty of the ignorant masses after witnessing Sabriel's death, but that hardly prepared him for the dire situation on the battlefield. It seemed war was an act of desperation - men screaming themselves hoarse as they took up their blades and charged the enemy. The roar was deafening - metal shrieking from their constant collision and the cries of death; both human and animal alike (those poor cavalry beasts). He saw so much red from his vantage point that Nova initially mistook it for Valdis' usual visual overlay.

By all rights, he should have been more horrified, but all he could feel was numb (discounting the predictable, gnawing huger that arose at the sight of such carnage. It was a veritable feast, but he wasn't about to give into the desire to partake. Even if he were more accepting of his unfortunate tendency toward cannibalism, Nova would have an entire army after his head if he attempted to indulge amidst a battlefield). The slick feel of his feathered companion's wings against his cheek was an odd attempt at comfort, but Nova merely shook his head and moved back toward the nearby cover of trees.

The past day was a blur of activity. He'd been the last to leave the coven because he had been fully invested in getting out what remained of the half-giants. In the confusion, the Fang mages only marked giants as enemies and so he'd been able to run between the small clusters of witches and warlocks to move from one side of the coven grounds to another. He kept his death count minimum - his temporary overlooked status would obviously end if he attacked the men and women outright. So he did other things - set manual fires, distracted the Fang mages in his panicked state (which wasn't really much of an act), he even pretended to be a runner and sent whole groups of the men and women back to the cave they called their home. All without consequence mostly because he recognized the high priest and did his utmost to stay away from the man. The chaos was his sole saving grace in this situation.

Even Nova had been stunned into silence when he saw a beautiful, white-winged dragon streak across the sky and rip her claws into the protective barrier to allow for the half-giants to escape. Luckily, the majority of the ones he’d talked to were already gathered on the outskirts of the property, so they could find their way to the now incredibly obvious escape route. He was infinitely less amused when a smaller (but by no means any less fierce) red dragon darted from Fang’s headquarters to exit out the tear that Tarien had made in the rift. He’d been close enough to the exit point to catch sight of familiar heads on the back of the beast, meaning that his own party was already in the process of leaving without him. Panic, dreaded and familiar, gripped him hard enough to shake the small bit of confidence that Nova had built up since beginning the mission to help the half-giants.

The world slowed to a terrible crawl for what felt like ages before a large shadow passed over Nova, temporarily distracting his brain from hatching a million ‘worst-case-scenarios.’ It was a giantess - wounded and being supported by one of her brothers. He couldn’t just stand around feeling sorry for himself. They had probably left him behind for a reason. He needed to finish this so they didn’t lose any more of these people who they had come to help. Nova took a steadying breath and concentrated on the suddenly steady pounding of his heart before he turned and ran back into the fray. He’d make sure that Vikar had as many of his people together as they could possibly get. The look in the half-giant’s eyes when he’d thanked Nova for helping him break free from whatever madness and bloodlust had taken over reminded the mage of himself. So lost, yet eventually shaken out of it by a show of goodwill.

It was enough.

Even after fleeing Fang Coven grounds, it seemed Nova’s job wasn’t done. He’d managed to distract the head group of witches and warlocks sent to chase the remaining half-giants and led them off the path he knew that his allies had taken. Though he should have been terrified of having five other mages tailing him, Nova felt an incongruent peace. Perhaps it was because after enough time and distance had passed, when he finally slowed down in a remote forest clearing, he’d voluntarily given control to Valdis, to put it lightly. She’d been dying to come out since he’d started this particular mission so it was more like opening a door when someone was putting all their body weight on the other side. Only a beat passed before he opened a grimly yellow eye and smiled at the oncoming Fang mages.

Nova awakened long after the sun had come up only to find that the bird Tarien had given to Larus was brushing her wings impatiently against the side of his face. Whatever Valdis had done while he was out, she hadn’t remained in the same area as he’d been partially stowed away under some particularly thick foliage and there was no clearing or bodies in sight. He hoped he’d been successful in leading the Fang search party away from the half-giant’s trail. He’d have to take it on faith, though, as he realized that he didn’t have his aliquam because Larus had never given it back after he’d grabbed it off of him during the raid. The bird, though, seemed to have his gift with the shadows (As he’d guessed) and as she seemingly melted into the ground at his feet, the shadows shivered and created words. The handwriting was odd – shaky and reminiscent of the messages he’d received from his father, but it was like he had been writing upside down, or with something weighing down his wrist.

“Or perhaps it was blood loss from that cut I gave him,” Nova muttered to himself.

The message told him to return to Granate and reminded Nova that teleportation was out with the current restrictions and because a mage would have no way of pinpointing him even if they could do so. He’d only sighed and pulled at his fringe in frustration. While Nova was no stranger to returning to the Granate coven on foot, he’d never done so in the middle of a three-way war. But what else was there for him to do? Go back to Fang? The very notion sent a shiver down his back and he regretted his own mind’s feeble attempt at humor. Unless he suddenly had a burning desire to escape into the wild, he had to return home under his own power no matter how improbable or slow that task seemed.


-April 15th-

It was a bit of a mistake to think that he could go his usual distance in only two days’ time. Though Nova hadn’t been significantly injured in the battle at Fang (miraculous as that was), he’d seen and experienced enough to traumatize him for another lifetime and so was physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. He’d had to travel even more slowly than usual as, with the war on, there weren’t any carts to jump onto or caravans to temporarily join as he made his way across the border in Zhu. Rather, he had to walk even farther out of the way to avoid the soldiers and the angry, confused spirits that went along with this whole mess. There was no shortage of death anywhere, but battles were always good for generating far more ghosts than he ever wanted to handle. Nova could always tell a killing field just by edging around it, but the apparitions were even thicker now (loud too because they were fresh and many were caught in the throes of their death).

Nova shook his numb fingers to try and warm them after he’d dodged the eighth spirit in the past hour who had flocked to his side wailing and slurring ridiculous nonsense like the one with a sword sticking out of his chest or the man wondering where he could find his head (of course, that was a nonverbal interaction since he obviously didn’t have it with him). For the millionth time, Nova wished that he had some way of warning the things off. It had been so temporarily calm those few days when he’d been in Tarien’s presence that he’d almost forgotten how persistent the dead were in getting anyone to listen to their stories of woe. The fact that Nova could not just hear them but act as a medium so they could finish whatever foolish business they felt awaited them in the world of the living made it worse.

Of course, his constant attempts to avoid getting possessed that meant he was going to get blindsided by a spirit who was being ridiculously subtle compared to the banner-and-blood waving casualties of war he’d been dodging for the past few hours. Nova felt the tell-tale icy breath against his right cheek and the sickeningly slick press of ghostly tendrils around his left wrist before he realized it was already too late. He dropped like a stone as the spirit forced its way into his body and knew no more.

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This body was far easier to acclimate to than the spirit had anticipated. It was a small miracle that he’d been able to find it in the first place in whatever state he was in. He could hardly remember anything – just pain followed by agony and then torment so bad he’d retched before settling into a strangely lucid state that foretold his death. After that it was even vaguer with the exception of one moment: emblazoned in his head was the figure of a tall man whose common, nondescript clothes could barely hide the toned, vibrant form and brilliant personality beneath the threads. He had violet hair, brown eyes, and a strong jaw that had been set in infuriating pity for his wasted form. Long fingers had poked and prodded along the loose garments covering his corpse, only stopping when he found the only items of value that Fabian had left.

“Fabian,” he said as a smile flitted across his face. The voice wasn’t right and, as he glanced down at his body, the realization hit that he was well and truly dead. Dead…It made sense. The man with the violet hair had been prodding at the shell that one held his soul, after all. Fabian waited for sadness to come, but all he felt was an uncomfortable longing for something unnamable and a desire to make full use of this body that had so fortuitously fallen into his hands. The former was hazy, but the latter was well within the dead man’s grasp. He tested his new legs and though he teetered on the first step and had to send out his arms sharply to the side to keep upright, the legs were stronger than their slenderness made it seem. He was of average height, he supposed, which was no real change from his own body. The exposed midriff and frustratingly loose pants, though, were entirely new – as was the disorientating fact that he apparently only had one eye. A cursory press of fingers to the right side of his head confirmed this, though he could distinctly feel something odd in his cranium. Fabian guessed it was like having a pebble in your shoes only far, far worse.

The lightly muscled form made it apparent that this guy was used to running rather than using brute strength in a fight, which Fabian also didn’t mind. The leadenness in his body meant that he wouldn’t want to be engaging in fisticuffs anytime soon. Even if he were strong enough to move mountains, the sluggishness he currently felt would probably cause the damn things to move themselves when they saw him coming.

“As for magic…” A slow smile spread across Fabian’s temporary face as he realized that the strange undercurrent he felt pulsing through him was this body’s magical reserves. To say they were ample was putting it mildly – this young man practically breathed untapped energy. That’s what had drawn him to this form in the first place. Fabian pressed his palms together and relished the sudden warmth his power generated. He stretched his arms languidly over his head to allow his own abilities to unfurl, raising his fingers toward the sun before bringing his arms down in an arc toward his sides. He couldn’t possibly resist testing it. Fabian suddenly spun toward the nearest tree and snapped his right thumb and index fingers in a satisfying “crack.” His visible eye widened as, in response, all three of the large oaks facing him erupted in flames.

“Heh,” he managed in a shaky voice. He was at a loss for words. He’d been aiming for a tendril of flames, not a conflagration. Well, at least he had confidence that he could best that b*****d who had stolen his medals. Speaking of…

He closed his eyes briefly and thought back, far back to when he’d first gotten the idea to enchant his medals. His military career had tanked after a few illustrious years in his youth, and after he’d first given into the cravings, they were the one and only item he had left to remind him of his glory days. The tether between them lit like its fires hadn’t ever been extinguished the moment he sent out a burst of power in their direction. It warmed him spiritually (certainly not physically given his proximity to the growing forest fire). It wasn’t too far off. Hopefully he could get there before the owner of this body managed to expel him. He could already feel a weak tearing in the back of his mind. Fabian could quell it for now, make the real soul sleep for a time, but that wouldn’t be a permanent solution.

He set out immediately, sprinting toward the brilliant path only Fabian could see. He was so focused on his task that he didn’t even notice his shadow briefly moving on its own and growing an impressive set of wings before retreating back to its usual dimensions.



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Fabian – anyone remember him from an earlier post? He was the entertaining chap hanging from a tree. He’s currently in the driver’s seat, but that obviously won’t last forever.

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          Two days may have gone by for the rest of the world but for the flame headed mage of House Fang it had been a continuum, a never ending moment as he lay still in the infirmary bed. The trauma Virgil had suffered in Zhu mixed with the amount of poison that had entered his body so close to the heart had placed Virgil into a comatose state. Laying still, dead to the world, he was no use to his house during their time of need, not that he knew that he was even needed. The world was passing by and for his coven it was not a good time, so many had fallen to the giant's rebellion, comrades in arms, family and friends, many things lay in ash and ruin and Virgil was unaware of it all. Instead of dealing with the insurgent forces outside his chamber Virgil was struggling with his own demons from with in, for two days his mind was rampant with odd visions of random figures.

          "Hello.. " Virgil had called out into the white expanse before him, but his voice was not his own or rather, it wasn't a voice he had used in a long time. In the time it took him to blink his environment had shifted. In one brush stroke Virgil was standing on top of what appeared to be a murky lake that reflected the dark yet clear sky above him. No stars bloomed in the onyx sky, but how could they when the moon took up half the abyss. The full moon illuminated the clear view for miles, and the only thing with in vision was a single tree, rich with it's green canopy. The giant oddity seemed to be growing from the watery depths from which it and Virgil both stood, but how were they staying afloat? Where was he? Who was he?

          Virgil looked to the water beneath his feet, first noting that the distance between him and the surface was not so great anymore. Staring back into his reflection Virgil took a step back as he was faced with a younger, former version of himself. "What the- " his voice was a higher pitch and stung with blatant shock. "Whats going on?" he thought as he looked at the length of his hand, but before he could question his physical form anymore then he had, a slightly pulse resignated within his body, calling him forward to the direction of the only other thing standing in the body of water. It was as if the tree had called to him from a distance and with nothing else in sight he really didn't have much of a choice did he? Virgil began to posture himself in a pounce like stance, preparing to use his control over the water element to make his journey to the source that called out to him, but when he tried to move the water nothing happened. Virgil's attempt at molding the water beneath him result only in a small tingle in his fingers. He could feel the water, he could feel the magic in him but he couldn't mold it, could move it, a feeling he hadn't known for a decade and a half, he was untrained.

          Virgil filled with slight frustration at his inadequacies, but didn't allow him self to linger on the thought of failure for very long. He took his first step with hesitation, afraid that the only reason for his upright position on the still pool beneath him was his stoic stance. Closing his eyes his first foot forward landed once again on the water and although it rippled outward, he remained just on top of the liquid, no hint of sinking. The red haired younin made his way to the tree, his small strides not at all confident, this was a different version of Virgil that none of his Coven had seen before, a form that was all but forgotten even to the man himself. Upon reaching the tree Virgil was greeted with only silence. "Hello..is anyone there? " Virgil called out in a shrill, cracking voice, fear and awe reverberating through out his words. There was no answer, and with a sigh he turned his back on the tree only to be greeted by the face of his parents.

          They stood together, his father with his usual smoke nestled between his lips and his mother a book in front of her face, the word Demons in bold lettering on display for the whole world to see. As Virgil peered at his father it became blatantly obvious that something was a miss when it was noted that he had no real facial features. His father held no nose, no eyes, nothing but the hair on his head and his lips adorned by the single cigarette that was unlit but still produced a thick smog from with in. "Oh no Virgil, that won't do. You need to study, there is no time for you to be running around the forest gallivanting with the local riff raff." his father's voice rang out from all around him. "If you don't put your head in the books you will go to waste. There is so much to be learned Virgy-darling." his mother didn't take the time to lower her book, but her husband was quick to face her and put a hand on her shoulder signaling agreement with her statement. "I agree dear. Virgil we have something to tell you and we know you will love the idea." The figure looked back to the young Virgil again, his voice rot with joy and zeal. "You are going to the Maizen Military Academy! No longer will you be forced to be around these mediocre imbecilic children and their moronic parents! You will be surrounded in gifted kids like yourself, we believe you are going to be special Virgil. Special." Special. The word hung in the air and ached his entire body, "I don't want to be speci- " his plea was cut short as his parents faded from his view and he was left with a new reflection.

          Faced with an older version of himself Virgil sighed, he was twenty again. "Well done Virgil." a familiar voice called out before issuing a slow applause. Virgil whipped around summoning a flame to his palms half in a moment of fear and the other half for comfort. "Easy now Killer, you've slain the opposition." the high priest pointed behind Virgil. In a slight confusion Virgil turned to take into view whatever the faceless man was pointing at. Once Virgil had made his turn, the sight would send him a step back. Before him lay the recent corpse of his first kill, a young girl, she couldn't be more then ten years of age. Her face was slightly burned where she had managed to just miss the full focus of Virgil's flames, but a jagged piece of earth sticking out through her chest would most definitely be a tell tale sign of a fatality. "She was- " Virgil was choked up for a moment, the memory of how he felt all those years ago were welling up inside him once more. "She was just a girl. " His voice quivered knowing the wrong he had done. This little girl had got in the cross fire between Virgil and a mage of Granate. "I shouldn't of- " Virgil took another step back as he took note of the blood splattered all over her sun dress. "She shouldn't have- " another step back as his body screamed for him to retreat. Virgil's cowardice was put to a halt as a hand was placed firmly on his shoulder. "Now, now. Don't tell me you feel bad for this insolent child?" his voice was cold, but called to Virgil with a charm that he couldn't resist. "Regardless of their face, they are the enemy. She may be a child now but she is a Granate sympathizer, one day she would grow up to be on the battlefield with you and who knows how many lives of our brothers and sisters she could have taken before she was put down." every word was so soothing. "You did Fang a favor." Reginald had always been a smooth talker. "I can tell that you are destined for great things Virgil Malik. You are special." by this time Regi had turned Virgil to face him and with that last word Reginald was gone.

          "You okay baby?" a familiar voice called out to him once more. Virgil hesitated in turning for a moment in fear of the moments to come. Virgil turned to see Simone sitting on a picnic blanket as if she wasn't over a never ending pool. Simone's figment was not like the previous three. Simone was sitting in all her glory, facial features and all. A small relief washed over Virgil's body. "Reilin" Virgil sighed with relief. "Of course it's me dummy, were you looking for some other girl?" half rhetorical, but when her brow furrowed Virgil knew that she wanted an actual answer. "No. I am just happy to see you." he noticed his voice was back to normal before his mouth twisted into a smile."I just have no idea what's going on.." he said as he sat next to her. "What's wrong babe?" her head tilted with curiosity and worry for the man she loved. Virgil looked at her with a softness washing over him, "Nothing now. As long as I have you-" Virgil stopped short as the water around them began to bubble. "Whats happening.." Virgil stood up and prepared to defend Simone, but before he was fully to his feet the water rose from behind her and swept her under. "NO!" Virgil yelled in frustration as he jumped to where she once sat. Virgil peered into the water desperately only to find her right beneath surface, her hand outstretched for him to take hold of. Virgil tried to reach her but couldn't, the floor was a barrier and no matter how his hands hammered at it, ripple effects were the only thing that were produced by his efforts. "Give her back!" he cried out as he drew his hand back and channeled his energy into the water in attempts to move it, but as he did that Simone disappeared.

          "VIRGIL!!!!!!" a panicked scream from Simone called his attention and sprung Virgil into a magically altered sprint towards the tree behind him. Upon arriving in front of the tree Virgil took in a horrible sight. Tied to the large tree was Simone and in front of her was Regi, a sacrificial knife in hand. "VIRGIL HELP ME!" she cried in a frightened beg, but was shushed by Regi. "Oh stop all the fussing, you are giving me a headache." the man said with a slight annoyance hidden in his excitement and mischief. "Regi stop.." Virgil called out, his voice was not commanding or authoritative at all, that wasn't his role with his priest. "Oh good, Virgil, right on time." Reginald smiled. "This girl here is a member of house Granate, a spy, she has proven to be loyal to their cause and I just can't have her snooping around our base of operations. Would you like the honors?" Regi turned his back on Simone and gave his full attention to Virgil. "I..I can't do that. I love her." his voice was mousey, confidence falling short at every word. "Oh don't tell me you are succumbing to such a primitive notion." he was demeaning, but his charm almost made up for it. "You wouldn't choose her over the entirety of your coven, of your family. Would you?" he cocked his head in slight amusement of the thought. Virgil looked to his hand as the knife appeared in his hand. "I mean really Virgil who do you think you are?" with those words Virgil had now take the place of Simone. He was being held to the tree with some sort of written text that read "Fang" over and over again. "Who are you?" his own voice billowed out of a dark figure that rose from the water. "Who are you?" the dark figure twisted into his younger self as it approached the tree with the same knife he was holding a moment ago and another figure emerged from the depths only a few feet away. "Who are you?" the words echoed again as more version of himself appeared in front of him in waves repeating the same three words posed as a question as they advanced on him, a blank furry in their eyes. "Who are you?""Who are you?""Who are you?""Who are you?""Who are you?""Who are you?""Who are you?""Who are you?"
          "STOP!" Virgil tried to scream as they all converged on him and as the blade sank in he awoke to the world of the living in a serene calm.

          Virgil's eyes adjusted to the room without much time lapsing, but as he peered around the room he could only note the chaos in the room as so many medics rushed to different bed sides, there had been a battle? Virgil drew in a breath before attempting to rise from his bed, but to his surprise, it was rather easy to merge from the cot, he had been healed rather quickly. Virgil looked down at his feet, he was normal sized, that was a good start, but the hospital gown had to go. Virgil derobed quickly, disregarding one of the medics pleas for him to rest "I have slept long enough." Virgil said coldly as he tried to process the images during his sleep. Virgil looked to the table next to his cot, his jacket and pants were there at least. Virgil dawned the clothing that were by his bed, but was forced to forego a shirt until he could get to his room. Virgil turned to the medic, but before he could ask what was going on or how long he had been out he was contacted on his quammie, Reginald needed him.

          Virgil made his way to Regi with in an adequate amount of time, but the sights he took in on his way to his priest did not fail to unsettle him. Things were in ruin all over and signs of struggle were far to common on home grounds, what had happened? Virgil had a lot of questions for his leader and he would get them soon. "What happened here.." Virgil was too stunned with his surroundings to issue a formal greeting to his superior. To move forward Virgil would need to know what he missed, but how would he handle it once he knew?

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Gur - Monk - Mikhail - Monk -Chi - Monk flashed the stuttering universe. Gur and Chi heard "Cra...ot...gain." And then it was just the Monk.

Sker was sitting cross legged at a low, black lacquered table, small porcelain bowls with rice and bits of fish and vegetables, simple globe shaped glasses, thin at the top and thick at the bottom with water showing odd reflections of the room through the curved glass. A tea pot and some more standard white porcelain tea cups. The room was unremarkable, the walls white, a few oil lamps throwing a soft yellow light. The old monk was across from her, eyes fixed on her own, face peaceful but full of anticipation.

“Sker Mesa?” he said, and she could tell the question mark at the end wasn’t about whether it was her name, it was about whether she would respond.

Sker frowned. “Who are you?” she asked.

“Sangwa Dorje” he replied. “You can call me Alf.”

“You can call me confused. Where am I?”

“Tengboche Monastery, in Khumjung in the Khumbu region of northeastern Civok” replied the man. Sker tried to guess his age and couldn’t. Bald, crow’s feet around the eyes, a slight smile that looked like it was his default expression, wearing dull yellow robes with a red sash wrapped over one shoulder and around his chest. No jewelry, no tattoos. He gave off an impression of age, but also of physical strength, conflicting signals, and Sker wasn’t sure if was more force of personality than any actual sign of either. But he certainly wasn’t young, so she decided to keep the “old monk” tag for Sangwa. Or Alf, wherever than nickname had come from.

“Am I a prisoner?” she asked.

Alf cocked his head a bit, absorbing that, exploring the implications. “No. You are a guest. I would, however, recommend you remain a guest until we know that your current… condition… is more permanent.” Alf went on to explain how High Priestess Garnet had delivered Sker’s body, void of cognitive capability, to the Monastery a little over a year ago, with no instruction except to take care of her.

“You know Garnet was high priestess. Do you know of what?” asked Sker, because no one outside either Coven was supposed to.

Alf shrugged. “I know many things, but I do not talk about them. I am a discretion, a Lama of our order whose job is to help others attain enlightenment by helping them to understand themselves. To do that, they must tell me things, personal things, things that I do not repeat. I listen, I help guide them to understanding, and it remains between us. You understand?”

Sker said “I do. I have a friend… someone I love that could use those services.” She found she liked Alf, and felt oddly attached to him, like a favorite uncle you hadn’t seen in a while. Like a memory of past good times together, except when she tried to pull them to the surface she ended up with nothing, dipping hands in a crystal clear pool but the water running through her fingers before she could bring it to her mouth to drink. It was frustrating and she frowned. Then she held up her hand and looked at it. The fingernails were perfectly manicured, bright red and smooth as silk. She looked at her toes, peeking out from the loose fitting pants that were like a martial arts Gi. They had the same perfectly round, perfectly smooth red polish. She flexed her arms, her legs, and while it was difficult to tell without actual physical exertion, she felt muscle there, maybe more than she remembered from back when her soul and her body had been in one place. She looked up at the old monk… at Alf… and saw the same modest smile, Alf patiently waiting while she assessed herself and the situation. “Seems like I owe you thanks for taking care of my body while I was gallivanting around.”

Alf nodded to himself. “You know, I wondered if you were lost somewhere inside yourself or somewhere else. I am curious to know about it, and about how it came about. Souls and bodies are not easy to separate except in the traditional way.”

“The traditional way?” asked Sker.

“Death” said the monk shrugging. “How did this happen to you?”

But that suddenly broke the spell of this strange interlude, Chi and Gur with Mikahail, Rei and Kuklo jumping back to the forefront of her mind. “I have to get back. My friends... my husband and wife, they need me.” she said, panic in her voice.

If any part of that phased Alf, he did not show it. “So, you are truly someplace else, a soul detached... perhaps temporarily... from your body. I did not know such a thing was possible. I do not know that you can fully control these sessions” said the monk, “but it seems like both times you have.. visited.. have been time of emotional stress of some kind. Perhaps you need to just calm yourself.” .

Sker thought about that. It was worth a shot. She closed her eyes and started some ritual breathing exercises to slow her heartbeat and bring herself back to her center, back to peace and balance.

“If you tell me a bit more, I may be able to help" said Alf after a few minutes.

But the old monk had, from Sker’s perspective, started to flicker. “Another time, Alf an… hank yo…” and she was back with Gur and Chi.

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                                    It was warm...that was the first thing Ulrick felt; like his spirit had strengthened as someone so important in making him who he was...she was returned to him.

                                    They met long before Simone's parents had died; before High Priestess Garnet had taken her under her wing. At six years old, they were put in the same class in House Granate; back when the future was irrelevant and love a form of cooties that no one wanted to deal with. At the time, his father had only just decided to own up to being a part of a coven, and his mother joined as well.

                                    Back then, Ulrick and Simone were hardly friends; they were more like rivals than anything else. They would get into fights mostly triggered by Simone's impulsiveness and impossible stubbornness. She spoke her mind just like he did, and that connected them above all other things.

                                    However, before the rivalry, Ulrick had been viewed as very polite and adorable; one of the cutest guys in class, while he had secretly loathed and longed to say the crudest things, and shoot critical glances at the weakest people. It was back when he was taught proper etiquette and manners as expected of a rich kid who would be introduced to important businessmen, meeting his father to make large-scale plans. He was holding all his true feelings in, till that little girl with the big forehead had to open her mouth; little seven-year-old Simone.

                                    They had been assigned to get the chalk out of the erasers by clapping them together, and when Simone had sneezed from the dust...

                                    "God bless you," he said, while inwardly smirking, and outwardly appearing innocent. He was trying to look concerned, noticing how some chalk powdered her dimples.

                                    "There's chalk all on your face...but I don't have a tissue, sorry," he said without sounding very sorry at all as he went from the blunt statement and back to proper mannerisms.

                                    Simone's blue orbs had looked at him as if he were an alien.

                                    Then, her brows furrowed as she hastily brushed the back of her little hands over her cheeks with embarrassment. Then embarrassment quickly turned to anger. "...Did the stork drop you on your brains or something? ...It's nothing!" she spat.

                                    "Ok..." he kept himself from rolling his eyes, and continued to beat two erasers together more discreetly when she sneezed again. He turned his head and two erasers were squished against his cheeks to his surprise.

                                    Ulrick cried out and quickly shoved her hands away. "What was that for?" he asked before abruptly sneezing from the dust himself.

                                    "For being a loser," Simone replied, sticking her tongue out impudently. "You're a no-good goody-two-shoes," she added while making another face at him.

                                    Ulrick had blushed at this with anger. "No I'm not!" he argued, and clapped his erasers close to her face. Simone squealed.

                                    From then on, Ulrick had quit being so polite, and never hid his true feelings again. He got in all sorts of trouble with Simone to the point where his father wanted him to keep away from her, but even then it wasn't something his father could argue with-especially when the girl's parents passed away only a couple years later. What was worse was that Simone had a baby sister; Estella, to take care of all by herself.

                                    He could remember how she would pretend it didn't phase her in class, to the point where Ulrick had squished her cheeks with his hands and told her to stop acting. She had hit him, before crying as she clung tight to him. He could now remember saying that she could stay at his house whenever she wanted to, even though High Priestess Garnet had already taken the sisters in.

                                    "I'm here, Simone," he had said while holding her. Ulrick could remember that deep down he had made a promise to never be weak, and to always get stronger. He wanted to always be there for Simone, and help out with her little sister.

                                    As they grew up, the fighting became much more light and playful-at least most times, and Simone would be there cheering for him whenever he picked a fight just to hone his skills. It had become an impulsive thing he had adopted from Simone's own reckless actions on a normal basis. It was also secretly a way to show off to Simone. He would fight harder whenever she was there, and if he got his a** handed to him-which happened a bit more often than he would have liked; she would take care of his injuries with her little healing magic skills.

                                    It was one of those days, when she was healing him, and actually berating him for once that he wanted her. Simone had always been there for him, as he had been there for her. They had trained together even. Hanging out would turn into either mostly talking, or mostly silence when they just enjoyed where they were and that they were with one another.

                                    "Being stronger isn't about getting into fights all the time, you know-Hey! Are you listening to me?"

                                    She promptly squished his scarred cheek with an alcoholic swab thinking he wasn't paying attention, but he just stared into her eyes quietly. He blushed brightly when she did, before he had looked away abruptly.

                                    And then she sneezed...

                                    Her lips touched his as soon as his head turned back to look at her.

                                    He had never felt so happy.

                                    Ulrick's love for her grew so fast after that, and the only one he could see himself with was Simone. He grew jealous whenever any guy would stare at her too long when they thought he wasn't there, or joke with him about her. He felt like nobody knew Simone like he did. He remembered how he hid his inner feelings and who he was, but this wasn't like that exactly. She didn't hide who she was, but she didn't flaunt it around exactly either. They were all just judging her when they didn't personally know her, just like everyone had when he was a child; just like the whole world does. Everyone was much more than they appeared, and it was what he had always proved to Simone, and those close to them. And she knew all along.

                                    Ulrick could remember one night when she had used gravitation magic to get them to the top of a tall tower, where they could lay down and look up at the stars...she had told him something that resonated with him above all memories that flooded through his head and heart.

                                    "I always thought you were cute, Ulrick," she had teased him, while he rolled his eyes and faced his back to her. "No, really!" Simone insisted, sitting up beside him, and turning his head towards her. "It was just that at first, but then you opened up to me," she met his eyes sincerely, with so much affection that he pushed her back down on the blankets, and kissed her lips briefly. He let his face linger close as he smiled.

                                    "Then what?" he asked.

                                    Simone smirked. "Then I got more than I could have asked for..." she said; while starting out jokingly, it ended up being the truth as her voice trailed off softly. Her eyes...

                                    "Will you marry me?"

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                                    Ulrick was lying on his bed when he woke up. He looked up and around, but he felt light-headed as he could still see the younger Simone staring into his eyes with all her affection...He closed his eyes as he sat up on the bed cross-legged, covering his face with his hands. The metal mage then dropped his hands and opened his eyes to see that the blood had dried from the magic circles. The dragonblade was on the floor again. Mallik was no longer in the mirror, as the circle could only work for so long.

                                    Mallik...that b*****d needs to die, he thought, his eyes drifting to the clock. Not much time had passed...

                                    Simone, he thought with gritted teeth. As he stood, his heart was heavy as the gravity of it all finally sank in. I failed you...and now it's too long...too late to make things right. Would you even believe me? Believe in me? I feel like you would, but those feelings would be denied for sure. I don't know if I still love you, even with these feelings back. Nine years...

                                    Ulrick finally got off the bed, and pulled on his long coat. He strapped his staff to his back, and put the dragonblade in his closet before leaving the room-but not before grabbing something from his drawer...

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                                    Ulrick had planned on going to check on Tarien, but he wanted to see Simone now more than ever. He had gone down to the dungeons, and right to her cell. He found himself running to it and he called off the guards to give them time to themselves.

                                    He didn't say anything as he stared her in the eyes hard, and compared her eyes to the blue orbs in his mind, from the Simone he had once known...The eyes that stared back now, however, were clouded with darkness and hatred. Tarien had yet to wake up and take that away, yet Ulrick wanted to take his chances...

                                    Even as Simone stared to spit fire at him, he seemingly walked through the metal bars which formed back in place behind him. He then removed his staff and let it sink into the metal of the bars, before removing his coat.

                                    "Anti-magic is still in those cuffs," he said, staring expressionlessly towards her. Upon pointing at them, the chains connecting the cuffs broke. "You'll have to beat me up the old-fashioned way."



                                    Location: Simone's Prison Cell
                                    Mood/State: Determined
                                    Appearance: [Minus the coat] [Mallik of the Rakazik Flight] Red Dragon Form
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                              ๑◤TWO DAYS AGO: CALL TO ARMS ◥๑
                              xoxoxo Darkness fell upon the Zhu and Civok border, both sides filled with tension for the traditional meeting between both leaders. General Adara Neptane, defect of the Civok Kingdom and new leader of the Zhu military as enemy of the state. She kept her eyes up to Alecion, meeting his yellow orb with the scorn of a thousand suns. She despised him not just for his blood but even more so that she held him accountable for his father's decision as King. She simply did not have enough evidence of the 'covens' aside from the emblem she snatched from a supposed coven member's attire. Alecion could not find the symbol anywhere in the Civok libraries and so her frantic request to the King fell through the cracks. Crazy? Perhaps. But Alecion still couldn't throw it completely off his mind, throughout all the years it could be possible for the mages to organize. The Prince kept quiet after his introduction, politely allowing the General to speak her peace. Umbra hesitated from dismounting the horse but eventually slid off elegantly. The elven attendant clutched onto the Prince's Scythe tightly, feeling the pressure of eyes upon her from the Zhu soldiers. Prince Alecion kept his ground, feet firmly to the soil and senses weary of their surroundings and of any sudden movement.

                              Adara spoke up with disdain, "Of course I remember Civok traditions, as well as their trickery. Zhu has many of the same, but they hold to them with honor and civility." His sensitive ears picked up the gnashing of her teeth, her eyes pinpointing the tan colored elf behind him. "And they especially don't taint their company with any of sullied blood." Prince Alecion's yellow eye narrowed at the hypocritical woman. She had spent many years, hell her whole family had spent many generations serving under Civok. The Civok Kingdom had been a mixed kingdom for years, accepting all races from human to fae. Adara herself served under the Lycan King, King Thomas for many moons yet here she was talking about sullied blood. The anger rose to his cheeks but the Prince did not bare his fangs. Instead he nodded as if in understanding and clasped his hands together to keep himself from lunging on the woman. His quiet and calm composure spoke volumes to his troops behind him and knew diplomatic body language was important when facing an opponent in home and off lands. But Adara did not want to bid well with diplomacy. "Now, there is only one way that we will dismiss the cowardly and treacherous actions of your country against our noble homeland. All mages must be banished, purged, or enslaved. And give us open borders to assist you in exterminating the pestilence plaguing your country. Especially any covens that may be within your borders." It was clear that Zhu had other plans for this war. The Kingdom that had once suggested an arranged marriage between him and their eldest daughter now wanted more.

                              "Civok Mages? You fought alongside these mages, talked to their families whenever one died on the battlefield, drank with them during victories and here you talk about some form of genocide? Adara Neptane, whatever brainwashing food they are feeding you in Zhu will not be allowed to cross these borders." Slowly the Prince shook his head. His strong muscular build stalked towards his war horse Aphelion and began to brush his fingers through the horse's mane. " I am signing no such agreement with Zhu to cause further pains to my people. We already have this ridiculous culture to enslave some of them, impeding more of their rights would not be in anyone's best interest. The mages stay in Civok. Zhu wants its war then it will have it. At the very least I pray you honor the tradition of a white flag raised for surrender and purple flag raised to gather the bodies..." Prince Alecion mounted his horse with Umbra following in suit. Zhu and Civok were to butt heads for the first time in generations, the time of peace had ended and the day of Thash fell to shambles.

                              ๑◤TODAY: THE MEETING ◥๑
                              xoxoxoUmbra's blue eyes peered up to the tall Prince, only two days and his demeanor had tensed. The only time fighting ceased occurred during the occasional crossing of half-giants. They were like a mythical herd of cattle with a direction unknown to both sides. If General Adara did not stop to engage them then either did Alecion. It started at the beginning of the other day. The lycan Prince's nostril's had lifted to take in the scent of an oncoming parade of unfamiliar creatures. Umbra's elven ears perked up simultaneously as their eyes laid upon the half-giants.Questions and alarms were raised but nothing came from their appearance on the battlefield. If only General Adara and her Zhu military would walk away as peacefully. In his dreams. Prince Alecion wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. Blood dripped down the Prince's torn military uniform. Untamed dark locks fell over his eye patch - a combination of sweat and dirt smeared across his toned physique. Umbra scampered behind him, attempting to apply pressure with a cloth against an open wound. He had been stabbed in his lower back by a Zhu soldier.Luckily it was a flesh wound that didn't go deep enough to maim him. An early morning battle sprung along the Revit Creek to the east of the two main encampments.As usual he refused to sit back and let his soldiers charge without him. The only thing that brought him back in the middle of battle had been by the interruption of a messenger...
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                              His deep commanding voice to fight on quickly faded off as he heard footsteps approaching. The General looked over to the east, his sensitive ears picking up the frantic movement.

                              " Your highness! " A messenger ran through the field breathing heavily under his armor and cast out a sigh of relief upon coming into close proximity to the Prince of Civok. " Two mages have requested an emergency audience with you. "

                              " Private Cohen what do you mean an audience? We are in the middle of a battle!" The Prince retorted, his eye staring at the messenger in frustration.

                              " I know my Prince but this mage is Morded Eaugillius, a former Lieutenant Colonel of our Civok military. We checked the archives and his papers. He saved General Minerva Greaves several years ago. Eugillius says that speaking to you is urgent. "

                              " General Greaves huh? Well then that changes the game. Send Sergeant Maxwell to escort them to my tent and ask them to wait for my to return. They may have what rations are free and drink. This better be worth my time Private Cohen or else someone will have to give me answers."

                              Private Cohen nodded before running off to relay the message. Umbra glanced at him with her deep blue eyes, curious as to what the two mages needed to speak of with the General. Prince Alecion himself was quite curious as well, searching his mind to place face on the name Morded Eaugillius. It sounded so familiar and yet an image was hard for him to recall at the moment. The lapse in attention caused an opening for a Zhu soldier to lacerate the Prince behind the back.
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                              Umbra entered the tent with a tray full of cups with water, fruits and slices of bread with jam. The tent was large enough to fit two cots, a desk and several boxes of supplies. Morded and Ember sat on Umbra's bed across from Alecion's bed. The Prince sat criss-cross with two medics on either side attending to his wounds. His shirt was peeled off to expose his broad shoulders, rippling abdomen and bulking arms. Prince Alecion faced the two with a soft smile playing over his lips, " I apologize for my poor presentation but as you two must understand it is hard to maintain one's clean and royal appearance with a war going on." Umbra rolled her eyes and placed the tray on a makeshift table between the two cots. She bowed for them to eat as she stepped to stand by the bed of the Prince. The lycan prince nodded at her gratefully then turned to the two strangers. "This is Umbra, one of my slaves promoted to serve as my attendant. As you probably got from my introduction earlier you know who I am. From my understanding you are Morded? And who is your lovely lady friend?" Alecion grabbed a bucket of water and soap to wash his hands of the dirt and blood before wiping it off on a towel handed to him by a medic. Can't do a proper greeting with war-ridden hands if you can help it afterall. He grinned and extended out his hand for both to shake.


 

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User ImageCress's left hand began to twitch with anticipation. He couldn't stand being cooped up in a place for too long, even though he had endured Fang Coven, Cress was a free spirit. Little time passed and Regaltz had gone into one of his sleep periods. While the sword never got tired, it was how he charged his power. It was a form of meditation that Regaltz often did to stay sharp. Cress normally didn't mind, it gave him some time alone.

Of course right now his mind was filled with too many mysteries. So much had happened coming to this continent. Sure he had been here a few times, but it was one of the port towns. He would usually jump ships to head to another continent. It's a shame that annoying Fang Coven stole his belongings. Minus a small pouch of personal baubles he kept on him. He hated this, it felt like starting over from scratch.

Leaning against a wardrobe the silence was eating at him. Ugh! I can't take this! Yet again I'm trapped in some fancy prison! I need to get out of this dump! This is driving me nuts!!

Opening his eyes he slammed his fist against the wooden side and walked over to the windows. Pushing open the windows in slight annoyance he rested against the windowsill watching the town. It was more clumped together than Fangs of course he hardly got a chance to see the town. The atmosphere was completely different, in fact it was the first thing you noticed. The sky was so vibrant and blue, people everywhere were happy. It was obvious this Coven was safe.

It was nothing like the city he grew up in. Then again he spent most of his life in the slums. It was the only decent place for the Orphanage to be built when the city was first being established. Back then, the King was a kind and fair man, it wasn't until his death and his son taking the throne that the city changed. It slowly started to segregate over time, of course this is what his Matron always told him. That woman was always complaining about something. She could be rolling in gold coins and she would still find something to wine and moan about.

Maybe it was because her life was so miserable? Who wanted to spend their whole life watching a bunch of snot nosed children? It wasn't until he was older that he realized how miserable she must have been. As a child he caused hell for her too. It really wasn't his fault either, when you spent most of your days always competing with the other children to be adopted, life kind of stunk.

The more educated children usually got picked first, since most nobles wanted "proper" children to raise. Little puppets filled with happy etiquette and manners! Pah! Even as a child Cress's spirit was as free as the wind! So what if he was a little dumb? There was more to life than knowledge! A sigh escaped his lips.

Cress's eyes trailed a young couple happily holding hands with their daughter. Swinging her around she giggled a content smile upon her face. I wonder what having a family is like? Sisters, brothers? Do I have any? I've wasted a lot of time searching for a family that doesn't exist. Living off the scraps from the small jobs I could find. If it wasn't for Regaltz I probably would have gone insane from the loneliness and boredom!

Slamming his fist upon the sill he growled. "Dammit! I hate feeling like a bird in a cage!!"he shouted slightly watching as a couple of teens stopped to stare at him oddly. Glancing away from embarrassment he frowned.

Just like Fang, this Coven held their suspicion as well. Obviously you had to be very special and proper to join this fan club of a city. Everywhere he went it seemed that he was always looked down upon or left forgotten. It annoyed him deeply, but there wasn't anything he could do. After all he was just a dumb orphan trying to figure out his place in a world that pushed him aside.

Why do I care about people so much? All they do is stab you in the back when a convenient situation arises? I wonder how Simone is doing? She seemed like a ravaging beast, I doubt anyone could reason with her. Poor woman, if only I could see her. Yet what would that do? he thought with annoyance hearing the sounds of cheering and dancing in the distance.

Cresstus Edge, if he was being honest, was angry with Simone. She had run him around and gotten him mixed up in some kind of flashy political warfare! All for some damn red haired flaming man who loved his job! All because she wanted to "protect" him! Cress hated being seen as a weakling, people with magic. They can move an element with their hands and they think they can rule the damn world!

This was stupid, he was brooding. The real question eating at him, was Naraku. What that man had said earlier. Was his mother really here? Nilin her name was? What an odd name, but somehow it made his heart skip a beat in his chest when he even thought of that name. What was she like? Cress hoped his mother was nice and sweet, most mothers were nice and sweet right? Did he have a father? What about brothers or sisters!? Cousins!? Part of him hoped that what Naraku said was true.

Cress was tired of being alone, tired of this useless life he was living. Glancing over at Regaltz he was glad to have a powerful weapon at his side, Still if only he was more powerful then Cress probably wouldn't have been in the situation he was in. Heck, he probably would have been halfway returning from that silly lake by now, with Simone's sister! Along with Chi, they probably would have been welcomed to feast, instead of once again being locked up.

Chi, come to think of it she had vanished. Turns out she escaped with that guy she was slobbering over before they were led to their doom and the rifts. Honestly, he wasn't surprised that she kind of just left Simone and him there. Chi seemed like the type of woman to do whatever she pleased, in some ways she and him were alike. Only he wasn't fused with the soul of an Ogre.

This then brought to mind his next path. What to do next? If only he knew what was going on, then maybe he could decide better. That woman with the two colored eyes, she seemed trustworthy. Gentle and caring even, should he help this place out? Taking off his coat he layed it upon the edge of a couch. Deciding to now lay upon it the seconds were ticking away. What about after? No doubt he and Simone would part ways after they saved her sister. Still, was there really a sister to begin with. Cress was starting to wonder that. It seemed that once again he and Regaltz were swept up in another scenario.

How would this one end? Hopefully on a happy note. Slowly closing his eyes maybe a small nap would be alright? Seeing that he was going to be stuck here until something happened. Until Simone either spoke for him, or they just decided to let him go? Probably run him out of the town. These "Coven" places seemed the type to do something like that after all.

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HP: 100/100
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                ((Evening of her return to Granate))

                Good friends they were. Most likely the only close friends she had this coven. Both Kendall and Minerva told her not to worry much on happenings around the forest. Kendall helped Celeste settle in, by having the horse and wagon that was used for the mission purposes taken back to where ever it needed to go. He was surprised to have such a gift of many jewels from Celeste that a man with little words could only say "Thank you". She smiled brightly and gave the respectful nodded of goodbye and asked politely if he could check on her sister the High Priestess to make sure she was ok.

                The snow-white haired warden nodded in agreement and took off to check on Lady Kozue. Minerva grabbed Celeste like a rag doll and pulled her in the halls of residential parts of Granate coven. Minerva insisted that woman would stay at her home and spend time with her to catch up on you know the usual. Drinking and Girl talk as which the turquoise haired mage put it. Minerva helped out of her armor and the dirty rags that she's been wearing underneath it.

                She helped her in a nice bath. The hot water felt so nice piercing every spore of skin on her body. After getting cleaned up Celeste and Minerva spend the rest of the night talking and drinking. The two passed out together in the same bed as if Minerva was the sister Celeste never had. Celeste often wondered what it would be like if she had a close bond like this with her real sister. She knew though it couldn't be possible. They were just to different. Kozue was just too prim and proper while she was just rough around the edges as one would put it.


                ((First Day back of her return))


                She woke up with a minor headache and left Minerva sleeping soundly. She left her a note on her door saying : "Thanks for the memories, my dearest Minerva, we shall make more, I'm out hunting for berries, herbs, and fruits. I forgot to mention to you. I'm quite the concoction maker. Also, before I die You're going on a date with handsome Mordred! And HE will like it! <3 Lots of love ~~Ceci"

                The morning in the forest was calmer sounding and peaceful as she noticed that it went back to normal. The avocado haired woman made her way through the trees. Her ears honed in on nothing, but birds talking. Walking barefooted she wore nothing, but a creamy white dress made from the softest silk. It had one strap on her left shoulder and around the chest area there was gold embroidery around it. While waiting for clothes to be delivered to her home, that was the only thing she had to wear at the moment. For once in a very long time she decide that she would try to look like a woman. At Minerva's home she curled her hair and put in curls that would let her hair be moveable and free.

                Dresses weren't her thing, but she liked this one in particular because it was a gift from Minerva and she promised her that she will try to be more feminine. She was also wearing some ruby earrings that she made from one of the gems she had collected. She had a satchel around her waist collecting the indigents she needed for her next set of potions she was going to make for the next few days. A couple of stamina potions and one she would like to call the drunkard. There was much talk about the Celebration for Granate's new Half-gaint allies.

                She thought she could at least let the council be in a good mood, by creating some strange tasting tea for the day of the breakfast brunch that she heard about through rumors. Of course since her return her sister didn't talk much to her. She understood, since she had to attend to much more important matters. She heard that witch Simone Mesa had returned into Granate, and wasn't sure if she had betrayed them or not. Celeste didn't know what to make of it when she many of the townspeople mention her return. She didn't think it was her business, she been in military so long, she knew it wasn't her place to ask questions although she was curious.

                After collecting the remainder of her indigents, Celeste saw some of the most beautiful flowers she had seen. They were yellow and pink in the middle. She collected them in her hands and put them in her hair. The liveliness of them remind her of Kendall's little girl Favor. She thought about visiting her, before brewing up some potions in her home. Walking back out of the forest, she meet with the white haired warden. Tapped him on the shoulder and waved. The male turned around and looked slightly surprised to see her dressed like that. Smiling brightly she said. "Surpised aren't you? I actually trying to dress more feminine if you wondering. How is your daughter? May I see her today?"

                In agreement Kendall had let Celeste visit her.

                She spent the majority of the afternoon playing with Favor. Later on that evening she headed back to the Stettner estate.


((Eveing of Day one))

Celeste had spent her time in the kitchen brewing up her potions. While working on her last one she heard footsteps. She was in the middle of cutting up fruit on a cutting board and She looked upward. Their eyes met her and his. Her brother. He didn't say a word. Instead he just shook his head in disappointment. Celeste let the knife drop out of her right hand. Growing a intense anger like never before. Celeste had charged her brother and grab him by his shirt. She shouted. "If you have something to say then say it Dammit!" He threw her hands off of him and pushed her back and she hit the kitchen counter. "You're a disappointment to this family Celeste. Why did you even return? Our oldest sister is too kind. I would have never let you return."

With he walked away and exited the kitchen. Celeste had tightened her fists as tears started to hit her porcelain face. As much she wanted to run after him she couldn't force herself to. Her fist hit the counter with immense force, bruising the knuckles of her hands. She looked downward towards the marble floor of the kitchen. Her heart was pounding rapidly. His words hit her like daggers stabbing straight her chest. Doubtful thoughts started to echo through her mind.
Maybe he is right...Maybe I shouldn't have returned...I had only caused my family more pain then there really needs to be.
She finished up what she was doing and cleaned up the dishes that she had made in the kitchen. While she washing a maid caught her with a tear fill face. "Lady Celeste, please leave this for me dear. Dear child why are crying my dear. This your home. A lady such as yourself shouldn't be crying in her own home."
The old woman dapped Celeste's face with a warm wash rag. Celeste shook her head and gave her a soft smile. The maid spoke words that had reason. This was still her home, and someday regardless of what she's done her family would have to choose to accept her. As her oldest sister chosen. Celeste was very grateful for her kindness and compassion. "You are right mam...I promise it was nothing. You shouldn't see tears coming from such a strong woman like myself. I apologize for having you worry."


With the maid's help she finished putting her potions in vials along with helping her make a huge pitcher of Amarile tea. Pouring some of the concoction in the tea. She put the hot Amarile tea in the fridge letting it cool down. She asked if the maid could do her a favor and in the morning have the tea ready to serve to the Granate council. She told her it was a token of her appreciation. The maid nodded with happiness and excitement. "Of course I can, what a wonderful Idea my dear ! Lady Celeste you are so thoughtful. Please let me take you back to you room. You need your rest, you have to get up in the morning. Lady Kozue wanted to remind you of your plans. She wanted you to invite mister Cresstus to the breakfast feast. Along with Dragoness Tarien if the Dragoness is awake from her slumber."

Chucking in laugher the woman nodded her head in agreement. "I know. I know. I guess she couldn't know better to be Granate's watchdog. The old woman gasped with such shock to her words. The old woman put her hands over her hips and scolded her saying. "LADY CELESTE! That isn't how a Stettner woman should talk! Now, now don't think like that. Who know this Cresstus man, might be handsome."Celeste rolled her eyes at that last comment the old woman had made. You have to kidding me...no man is more handsome than...him...Her thought's drifted off to a certain white haired warden. Taking a small sigh she and the old woman in a maid uniform walked to her room.

The morning of April 15th, year 308x


It was around seven am in the morning. Celeste couldn't sleep she was too anxious on what was about to happen this morning. Then woman turned on the lamp that was on her nightstand adjacent to her bed. She moaned and yawned still slightly half-sleep she stared at the clock. I wish I can just lay here in this bed all day and not go. The green haired woman forced herself out of bed and turn on the lights in her room. Finding nothing, but a few dress that was in her closet she side. She searched and searched until she found it. A black jumpsuit with a white blazer
She grabbed it and tore off her nightgown and placed it on her. She went to her vanity and had put her hair in a tight ponytail The last thing she did was attach her claymore sword on her back.
The woman pushed open the doors of her room and headed down the stairs and exiting the Stentter estate. Heading down the streets of residential area of Granate coven. She went to find this Cresstus Edge and Lady Dragoness Tarien.

Kozue had left the key and instructions on how to get to place on the kitchen table this morning. As well as an all white outfit that looked it was owned by a nobleman. For the Mister Cresstus . Celeste finally found the place. She titled her head at the place and scratched her head in confusion. Did Kozue put our prisoners in a fancy hotel? Oh boy let's let the fun begin shall we. Before entering she gave a couple of knocks at the door. No one answered. Sighing she took the key and twisted it. A loud tapping noise coming from her boots as she walked inside. She was in the living room and began looking around. On the couch of the living room. she saw a young man with bright red hair.

It covered his face. Looking around some more she found a bedroom where she saw a small blonde woman on the bed. She quietly walked towards her to see her sleeping calmly. It was as if the blonde woman was under some spell. Walking back to the living room, she walked back to the young man with red-hair she moved it softly with her fingers of her left hand. Looking at him curiously she was rather confused. This is him? The swordsmen that had accompanied Simone Mesa? You got to be freaking kidding...He looks like a weakling!!! Ugh...what an Embarrassment! She bent down and cupped the young man's cheeks in her hands. Giggling lightly, she used her right thumb to tap the young man on the right cheek. "Hey Little boy! Waki Waki! Lady Kozue requested that you come to our Grand Celebration!"






☪ Location: In some hotel ☪ With: Herself, Cress, Tarien ☪ Mood: Happy/upset/grouchy/not amused ☪Outfit : A black jumpsuit with a white blazer Hairstyle : tight ponytail
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Edited his Outfit. He get to dress in all whites today! It's looks more suitable now. Celeste is keeping her outfit though...Cress won't catch her dead in a dress. (Apirl 15, 308x in Coven time)

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I hope you like sentamential their relationship is!
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I had Included Minerva and Kendall.

@Magical Girl Kippy : Hi, thank you for sending me some dialogue, the dialogue you sent wasn't for the time skip post, and I tired fitting it in, but it wasn't molding correctly. I decided to not use it. I had sent you another pm you on what I meant, again I'm sorry that you didn't have a chance to answer back to my pm again, and I understand that you had events in real life that was the main Priory at the moment. Please, don't worry yourself about our Kendall and Celeste interaction. There will be plenty more, please feel free to interact with Minerva or Kozue, or whoever you wish to interact with.

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              The High Priest watched over the gathering mages. There were many potential new initiates, eager to join the strength of Fang. The standards for entry would probably have to be a bit lower than usual... They needed to refill their numbers and do it fast to avoid letting their enemies have too much of an upper hand.

              His eyes snapped over to the fire-red locks approaching him. His trust knight Virgil who... seemed very off. The man approached and when he asked his question, Reginald's lips pursed. He really hadn't been updated at all in the situation. And there was something in his eyes... Something weak. Had his most trusted and steadfast knight fallen? Before Reginald sent him on this important mission, Virgil's mental state needed to be gauged.

              "I have dreadful news Virgil. Enemies infiltrated our grounds and in their cowardice unleashed those mindless beasts we had created on the populace. During their rampage I'm afraid... They took Simone. Some wardens saw her struggling against them and she took down one of their number, but couldn't save her in time. She's been kidnapped, we believe Granate was involved." His eyes watched Virgil's face like a hawk, eating up every little facial twitch and voice tilt that suggested weakness. What would the knight's reply be?

              He glanced up at the sun in the sky. It was time for the ceremony to begin. His hand rested on Virgil's shoulder. "I understand this is a lot to ask, but our coven needs to gain numbers or we will suffer more at our enemy's hands. Bear with me through this initiation ceremony and after we will figure out how to save Simone." Reginald began to walk towards the judgement platform for him and Nilin to sit upon. Then he paused and looked back. "I don't know if this is any consolation, but Simone stayed by your side in the infirmary until she was taken. She wanted to be with you when you woke up."

              He stood on the platform, eyes searching the faces. No sign of their other remaining knight or another mage who should be here... Again his aliquam lit up. "No name, Gabryel, you both need to report to Prim Forest. Immediately." Then he raised his staff high over his head, its blood-red jewel catching the light and shimmering it about. The crowd grew silent.

              "Welcome to Fang Coven's initiation. All of you are here because you are either already members, or hoping to join our powerful family." A few let out an impromptu cheer. Tsk how rude to interrupt. Once they grew quiet again he continued. "First, those who wish to be newly initiated step forward." A large group of people came forward, most of them in their late teens or early twenties. One looked older, and had two-toned hair like Gabryel. Interesting...

              "All of you will be tasked with displaying your powers, and then short skirmishes against one another to show your prowess. No death please, though there is no need to go easy. The battles will be short and swift and then your eligibility for joining the coven will be decided. Now those who wish to take one of the open knight positions please step forward." The twins Viviene and Valentine stepped forward. Hmm so they had finally decided to go for it, though perhaps Valentine was only interested in helping his sister achieve her goals. A young mage, though still older than Reginald, also stepped forward. He recognized her as Svenja Mercier, known for being rather cold and feared for her merciless reputation. "Once the new initiations are complete, the knights will be chosen. Due to the constraints on time, things will be done differently this year. The three of you will battle in a free-for-all... along with our currently instated knights. Once High Priestess Nilin and I have deemed we've seen enough, we will call an end to the fight. His eyes once again traveled over every face, from new hopefuls to the seasoned veterans. "To all of you good luck."

              He sat down in the chair provided and watched as the new initiates began to come one at a time to display their powers. A small number would be dismissed immediately, but most would continue on. Then the battles would begin. And when the knights fought... well he would truly see if Virgil still had his head in the game. And No Name as well, she had been in the infirmary too. But Reginald doubted anything would get in the way of that murder-happy girl's fun times.



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            The battle had continued to rage on for the last two days. There were only a few restful moments, when half-giants crossed the field. These magical beings made Adara's teeth nash, but she was no fool. To rid the earth of their taint would damage her forces too much, and Alecion would take full advantage. So each time a halt was called by both sides to wait for the field to clear and then with harsh yells, the fighting began anew. Being the fool he was Alecion had declined her offer. But she shouldn't have been surprised. His own blood was tainted. If only the human half could somehow push through... He and every other member of the Civok nation didn't understand how dangerous the magic folk were, all the wrong they were doing in the world. She'd been blind too, until her son and husband had been destroyed before her very eyes by the dark scourge of the world. Even then she'd had no idea how awful these coven people were until she dug deeper and found how much blood they'd spilled over the centuries.

            She was putting an end to their uncaring ways, the mages belief that their magic made them superior to humans. She would prove to them they were no greater than any other creature of this earth, and then exterminate them like the rodents they were.

            Adara glanced at one of her advisers. "Any news of their strategy?"

            "We're working on it as we speak general, we should have intel in the not too distant future."

            Adara gave a slow nod. She'd rather have it now, but there was no use getting frustrated at thing out of her control. “Alright. And make sure to remind the men to keep an eye out for anyone who doesn't fit in, and to keep lighting the incense at regular intervals. You never know what underhanded tactics they may use.” No magic user would get the upper hand in this camp.

            She placed her helmet back upon her head, feeling the cloth within stick to her skin from sweat. Her eyes looked over the battlefield. There. One of the lines at the edges was buckling back, having trouble staying forward against a charge from Civok horsemen. “Calvary!” She took off at a quick trot, and the calvary squad she lead followed in suit. They worked their way to the edge of the battle and then she roared. “Charge!” Hooves pounded into the earth sending earth flying as the squad she lead kicked their horses into movement. Momentum built behind them as they road forward and they unleashed war cries. The Civok horsemen tried to maneuver their mounts to prepare for the onslaught coming from the side. With a wicked grin Adara charged straight at them.

            Clashes of metal filled the air as both sides collided. One man fell of his horse. With a determined snort, Adara's horse raised his hooves and landed them down directly on top of the man with a sickening crunch. The horse's eyes snapped about wide and searching for a new target as his rider swung her sword about to slice up their foes.


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How was he supposed to handle this? Gabryel had never been privy to too many personal breakdowns (aside from causing a couple in his youth in Asere), and he certainly never expected to be someone’s sole support right in the middle of one. But all it took was the glint of fear in Luna’s eyes as they darted around and her trembling shoulders while she tried to wrestle her panic under control to soften Gabryel toward her and immediately want to do something he hadn’t really done in ages – care.

“No. You didn’t know what your name was. Luna is just what I call you,” he explained, drawing back and lightly crossing his left leg over his right. All of his movements were slow and measured; Gabryel feared that anything too sudden would send her into a fit.

Her assertion that people died the last time she’d told anyone her name made Gabryel’s fairly neutral expression turn immediately into a frown. He dug his fingers into the fabric of his pants as the reality hit again. He didn’t doubt that she was from Asere after seeing her hair, but the link between her name and terrible things happening only drove the point home.

He lowered his voice and tried his best to look as open and trustworthy as possible (a bit of a feat for Gabryel. While he’d worn many masks over the years, no one ever bought the wide-eyed innocent look for some reason). “No one is going to hurt you, Luna. What you’re remembering…it happened years ago. Though it feels like it was just moments ago, I can assure you that you’re far away from it now.” He was far more worried about the implications of her apparently losing her newfound identity and memories. She was a Knight, and a newly appointed one at that. If this was all some sort of trial period, he doubted that even if Nilin (or Reginald, if it were possible) sympathized with her plight, they would allow her to continue on in a position when she had no idea what it entailed.

He wished that he hadn’t joked about the Chief Healer coming in and putting her down if she kept acting up because it destroyed what little goodwill she’d felt toward him. Gabryel shook his head in response to Luna’s anxiety, whipping himself in the face with his own locks in the process, but he ignored the few strands of hair in his mouth as he tried to clean up the mess he’d made. “Don’t worry. I’m both your friend and a gentlemen. I’m sure that she’ll listen if I tell her not to knock you out…she’s just terrifyingly insistent that this place bet quiet and peaceful – entirely contrary to how this coven is run.”

He had no idea how to address her dreams. His own often terrified him even if he couldn’t remember half of them. He instead waited until she’d given him permission to call him Luna and then…he burst out laughing when she called him ‘nice.’ It was just so genuine, which was completely like Luna but the words were something she’d really never say about him.

“No offense,” he started, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. “I just don’t think anyone has ever used the word ‘nice’ to describe me. Well, with the exception of someone saying something like ‘an abused, rabid cat is nicer than you.’ I’m giving it my all, though. I may ride a fine line at times, but I do try and be at least a decent person. I couldn’t be mean to your or just abandon you in this state.” He would go on, but Gabryel wasn’t entirely sure of the likelihood of Luna remembering this if her current self was here temporarily.

“As for why your head hurts,” Gabryel put his left hand behind his own head to indicate where she’d met the wall two days ago. “We were granted the vitally important task of escorting an unconscious woman to the dungeons when you were struck in the back of the head by some falling rocks. The healer said you had a seizure, but luckily we had some help at the time. A complete stranger even provided assistance in getting to the infirmary. In retrospect, it was quite an odd day…”

He heard a familiar tone and Gabryel gritted his teeth in irritation. Less than twenty-four hours after he’d gotten his new aliquam, he was already being called. He turned the thing on before it could worsen Luna’s headache, but the voice that greeted him from the other side was somehow worse than a loud, shrill tone. Reginald ordered him and Luna to report to the Prim Forest, probably to be there for the emergency initiation ceremony. He wasn’t injured and was officially back on duty as of that morning, but Gabryel hadn’t really cared about the possibility of being punished for abandoning his duty. He could watch Fang members try and take each other’s heads off any day. But Luna, she was a Knight and needed to be there.

“Well if it isn’t our illustrious male leader. The Knight is currently experiencing some difficulties, but we’ll be there to witness the carnage presently. My gentle heart races just thinking of it.”

If it came down to it, Gabryel could feign ignorance about Luna’s condition and say he’d just been in to pick her up. He didn’t want to let on in the remote (very remote) possibility that this was a temporary state of affairs or if she could put on a good enough face to fool the general public.

“Which will only work if no one speaks to you…” he cast an eye over her confused, pained visage and winced. “Or looks at you.” He sighed and got to his feet. “I hate to do this to you, Luna, but I think Reginald will have my hide decorating his wall if I skip out after directly disobeying his orders by avoiding the fight in the first place. We need to make an appearance…”

But how to explain it?







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          Before Reginald spoke Virgil noted the crowd gathered before him, was he about to give a speech or did Virgil just miss the speech? What had happened. Obviously there was some form of major skirmish, some sort of rebellion or outbreak, but it couldn't have been Granate they were not daring enough nor seemingly strong enough for such destruction. The place was in ruin, buildings were reduced to pebbles, bodies, the place was chaotic, that wasn't really Granate's "bag". No, that was more of Fang's way of doing things, there was a certain lack in regards to the damage and random casualties during any raid Fangers would be involved in. Virgil really couldn't piece together the scenario in which he was currently finding himself in.

          Reginald began to dispense with the information Virgil hungered for. His face bare no expression, maybe it was the oddity of a nightmare he had just woken from, but Simone getting taken had not forced the presumed reaction onto Virgil's face. Albeit, on the inside Virgil's mind was abuzz with worry for her safety, but then again she was home, her home anyway, she was safe most likely. Reginald had used the word struggle. but why? Why would Simone struggle against her coven? Wouldn't she jump for joy when they came to rescue her from the clutches of Fang? Virgil had missed the whole bit of her being turned against her family and friends, missed the whole portion of her being a member of Fang as he was. Virgil seemed to be missing a lot of vital information for someone who was one of the last remaining highly ranked members in his coven. Nothing was adding up for the elemental mage.

          Granate had unleashed the giants on the town and stole Simone? Granate was growing bold, finally stooping to lower levels to achieve their goals. "I see." his voice was cold and uncaring almost, but also bordering on intrigue and disbelief. Virgil looked to the ground as he tried to put together the puzzle that still dominated his mind, the same mind that had been racked with odd visions and voices as he lay unconscious for the destruction of his home. With his musing came a small amount of anger that begin to warm his chest. Anger toward himself it would seem. He had lay in a bed for two days as his city was sacked and members of his house fell at the hands of neanderthal beast and Granate cowards. He lie in bed as his people cried for help all around him only to fall on deaf ears. While they fought and died for their house he had laid there unable to help in anyway. Virgil had been useless and this was the first time he had ever felt that way.

          As the high priests hand came to be upon the knights shoulder ti was time for the ceremony. Virgil listened as Reginald talked about increasing their numbers, the thought made sense, the coven had probably lost quite a bit of outer court mages due to the giants. "I don't think she will want to be saved sir. " Virgil spoke plainly, but his sign of respect and hierarchy courtesy had apparently returned. What Reginald said next had washed a small bit of self frustration from Virgil's thoughts and replaced it with a different warmth entirely. Did Simone actually stay by his bed side till the last possible second? The thought was adorable, but shortly more anger billowed from within as he blamed himself for her capture.

          As the high priest took his position on the platform next to his female equivalent, Virgil had made his way to look out at the crowd as well, but staying away from the charismatic leader as he addressed his people. There were so many faces Virgil had seen before in one facet or another but never really cared enough about to learn their names or roll with in the Fang society and structure. All of them were seemingly outraged, but gitty at the same time, initiation had a way of inducing a slight joy in most people's lives, this was their chance to get into Fang and be allowed to walk the halls of Mount Reine. Virgil made noted of the two names Reginald called from his aliquam, at least No Name and Gabyrel were still alive, but why hadn't he called the other two knights? Marcus and Josephine had presided over every initiation since they had been inducted, same as Virgil, where were they?

          Regi's introduction speech was rather typical as it only held a few difference from the previous initiation ceremony. The one things that did make Virgil react was the mention of OPEN knight positions. Virgil's eyes widened as his mind and heart raced with one another to the conclusion that was painstakingly obvious, his friends had died. Marcus and Josephine were no longer with Fang or the living. The sight in front of Virgil drifted away as memories of two people he knew fairly well had begun to play in front of his eyes.

          Marcus had been a pain in the a** most of the time, but he was a remarkable fighter as much as he was a hot headed moron. Virgil had thought him and equal in battle and in rank and through conflict and it's resolution Marcus had earned Virgil's respect. If Virgil was inclined to tell the story or stories, there were one or two times the pheonix had saved his life. Josephine however was another story. Josephine was Virgil's closest friend in all of the coven and in another life maybe the two would have ended up together. Other then Reginald, she was the only one who knew where Virgil's hide away was and even further she knew where he kept his stash of magic items he had accrued and hidden from the rest of the world in case of times of need. Fang may have lost two of it's weapons, it's knights, but Virgil had lost his only friends.

          Virgil's attention was brought to the present as he heard the words Free-For-ALL in regards to the knighting try outs. Virgil's knuckles had gone pale from clenching his fist in his introspective moments. All emotion had turn to rage and hate. He hated himself for not being able to save either of them. He hated himself for not being able to stop the giants. He hated himself for not being able to stop Granate from taking Simone. It was his fault, it had to be. Not only had he failed his friends, but now the smug bastards below Reginald thought they could fill their shoes with no problem. The arrogance that exerted from the three of them hung in the air and singed Virgil's blood hot. A sly smirk played on Virgil's lips as Regi included him in the match up. Even though Virgil was being used as a comparative device for the new meat, he didn't mind. The situation would only allow to show Reginald who would be good enough to replace Josephine and Marcus. The answer would be no one.

          As Regi finished his introduction a the outer court try outs had begun and a few of them scattered into different directions so their chances of survival were greater. Virgil urged forward slowly until he reached the edge of the platform and paused. "They are really dead huh?" the question was soft but posed for his superiors. Virgil shook his head in disbelief, but carried on with his words. "You think these morons are up to the challenge?" Virgil all but scoffed. [******** doubtful.." Virgil sighed in disbelief as he crossed his arms, peering out into the expanse of hopefuls. Maggots, that's were they were. They were there to take the opportunity, to feed off the empty spaces that their comrades left behind. Hell, they couldn't even wait for the body to become cold. Scavengers.


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Gentle reassurances and promises of protection, that is what kept Jingna, or Luna as she would allow herself to be called, from panicking Gabryel said he would talk the head medic out of knocking her out if she so decided to come and do so. But she shouldn't. All Jingna had to do was keep her voice down, just be quiet. That was easy enough silence was safe, it took away one of the means in which others could use to track her, if she was quiet they couldn't hear her, and if they couldn't hear her, than they couldn't find her, and if they couldn't find her. She was safe, safe from them, the people that Gabryel said wouldn't be coming. The people from all those years ago. Her fears were irrational, this she knew, but she couldn't help how real it felt even if Gabryel's words seemed to ring true, the dream had felt so real, but the dates were the saving grace, the events had taken play years ago, she was safe. Constant reminders, and her brains usage of the head through the voice of her conscience kept her sane at least for the moment. She wasn't panicking so much anymore, but she knew these feelings were temporary

Temporary.

But it wasn't ending as fast as she thought it would. Though there was a scare as Gabryel laughed in her face, Jingna shrunk back a bit. She didn't like him laughing, she didn't know if he was laughing at her, she didn't know if he was laughing at something she had said or.... What?
He was laughing at her calling him 'nice'? He didn't seem to agree but she didn't see him as anything else really, he was being very nice to her. His words being the soul thing that anchored her too this bed and kept her from going crazy. Jingna didn't think he understood that but she wouldn't speak of it, she didn't think she could convince him right now, she didn't have the words. She just couldn't think right, and Gabryel's next statement explained why.

She had been hit on the head, or as Gabryel put it, her head and the wall had met, she had become well acquainted with the wall. How nice, and it seemed it had left her a nice gift, Jingna winced as she touched the back of her bandaged head she could feel a lump, and just knew that it had been sizable. The fact that she had suffered a seizure scared her, she had read books, and though her memory of their words were fleeting she knew of seizures being caused by head injuries. But usually they took hours or days to occur, for her body to go into what seemed to be an instant seizure could mean that she had suffered so much damage to her head that her body had been forced to reset in order to save her. Possible though very rare. The rest of the information provided didn't help her, at all. Not the bit about the complete stranger helping her, because at the moment. Everyone. Was a complete stranger to her, and she had no clue about this mission either. She wished she could remember but just searching her head for the details hurt, it was like she was reaching out and grasping strings and as soon as she found one that might be tethered to some information that she wanted, her head would throb and her grasp on the string would be severed.

She gave up the search.

Besides there was a particularly piercing jingle filling the air, piercing int he way it made her head scream for the few second before Gabryel made it stop. Though she'd take the droning ringing over the words that she heard him speak any day, because now she was afraid again, the panic returning. Carnage. Carnage, and the promise that they would both be there. Jingna didn't want to go. She didn't want to see anymore carnage, she had witnessed enough. But she knew she didn't have a choice, by the way Gabryel was speaking to her, speaking of trying to hide her condition, and the punishment he would receive if they didn't show up. She didn't want to do, but she didn't want to seem him hurt, he was her friend, and if she had to endure a little pain to ensure his safety she would. But she had questions, and they would need to be answered before she left this room.
"Who am I too them?" Jingna asked. Her voice steadier, stronger. She was still afraid, but there was no time for fear, she had to paint a mask, and this was a project that needed to begin early. "I know I am supposed to be a knight, and I guess that is a position of status, but how do I use my status. I am hated? feared? ... Loved?" Jingna asked, reaching up and touching the bandages on her head again her head had given her a warning throb of pain, catching her digging again. Searching for a reminder. "You are my friend right? You must know me well, so please tell me what I need to do, to fool them." Jingna pleaded something she was doing a lot of lately, but it was hard no to when you felt so weak.

"Shouldn't I be on the injured list or something? Don't I get a leave of absence? This sucks."

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