The Black Company (Fantasy War RP) (O/A)

[Shinu Eru]

The Spellbinder
Death cannot hold that which magic commands...
And what death cannot hold is mine to control.

Spellbinder had been working diligently on the spies, working with his live subject to get his puppets acting more lively, breathing, blinking, everything that was required for them to pass as alive. But always on the edge of his focus was death, off in some ruin or other, he knew the name but couldn't be bothered to remember. People who had known of his legend had called him a necromancer, but he was not just a necromancer, rather he was THE necromancer, the father of the twisted magic. Wherever there were dead and dying, he knew, he always knew, and now his gaze was drawn to the scuffle in the ruins, and the stench of potential death still hung heavy in the air. He couldn't resist, casting a spell he used only rarely, namely because the preparation was lengthy and required time he rarely had. But he had prepared three instances of it for situations such as this. He uttered a few words and cast a portion of his essence outwards, towards the shadows that lurked among the carnage. While he waited for the shadows to gather, he headed towards the main chamber of his tomb, relaxing on the throne that resided there, the same throne he had been bound in upon his demise. Then he turned his attention back to the shadows, back to the dead and dying, and to the promise of more.

The shadows in the midst of the gathered Black Company mercenaries and the strange boy began to writhe and shift, stretching, morphing and finally settling into a shadowy version of Spellbinder drifting in the midst of the gathered beings. The shadow shifted and stretched itself, as if just waking up from a long sleep as it gazed about. His voice emanated from it, though with an odd echo built in. "Oh? A pity, looks like the dying is done, and all that's left is the cleanup. Of course, I could arrange a bit more carnage, if you annoy me. But for now I'm content to watch." He turned to the dragon, who was obviously quite incensed, as well as powerful. He bowed deeply, it was truly an honor to be in the presence of a beast so rare that even he had only seen one in all his years. "So you are the dragon my Lady is so interested in, my my, so beautiful, and so powerful. Yes, I can see why you intrigue her so." With that he fell silent, the shadows gathering around him.

[VampireLord567]

Jack

Jack gave a loud hearty laugh at the sheer obserdity of everything going on, not only was the boy a fool, but he had attracted a pair of the Taken as well. "Guess I'll have to put you in your place some other time boy, seems that I'm popular enough to attract not one, but two of the Taken." Behind his back, Jack flashed the hand signal that the others should prepare for retreat, something he had rarely ever needed to use. Outside he was calm, but in his mind he ran all the scenarios. If either of the taken were to strike, it would take everything he had to give the others time to escape. "So, what brings a pair of the Lady's pets crashing down on an extinct mercenary camp in the middle of nowhere. Surely you have more important things to do with your time. Or have I done something to piss of The Lady that i don't know about?"

[Sexalishus]

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Darius Riven Moore
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The Tattered Knives Have Shattered Lives, ∥ » The Tattered Knives Have Shattered Lives,
Those Broken Verses Are Spoken Curses, ∥ » Those Broken Verses Are Spoken Curses,
These Jaded Ways Shall Not Be Swayed, ∥ » These Jaded Ways Shall Not Be Swayed,
So Rest Assured That You Shall Fade. ∥ » So Rest Assured That You Shall Fade.

Darius watched Jack and the kid as they tried to find an agreement for him to join the Black Company. If it were up to him he'd let the kid join right there and then for his bravery against Tiamat. When he heard the kids conditions he decided to step in, "Jack with all do respect the child is nothing more than a hired mercenary like us. To kill him for the bandits crimes would be like us forsaking our own kin. We shouldn't allow him to join just like that either. We should get him to come with us first and we'll see if he's trustworthy enough to join us. It's much better than allowing a battles outcome to decide his fate." Before Darius could finish an unfamiliar voice caught his attention. Turning around he stared at the creature before everyone. The abomination was tan and it's bloody eyes drew attention to themselves.

As if the first creature was not bad enough, another creature of shadow began to materialize as well. Darius' hand instinctively found their way to the hilt of his blade. Although both creatures acted hostile they were not savage and were controlling themselves enough to not be an immediate danger. At Jack's words Darius' comprehended exactly what both of them were. The first one, the inhumane looking beast seemed to have been awoken from a slumber whilst the second form was focused on Tiamat. Darius decided to hold off and let Jack do all the talking. Knowing exactly what both creatures were and what they were capable of, Darius was uneasy, but he would stand his ground for now. Turning towards the members of his company he mouthed them the words 'Be prepared to run'.

[Tsubaki Mizuru]

═════╬═Jole "Jibs" Markay═╬═════


═╬═☼═╬═Jibs gritted his teeth. First the bastards kill off his clients, then they dragon and assassin start tossing there ego's around, and now the old man was running away after challenging him. "Like hell I'm gunna let you run away!" Jibs was young, and pretty much lived under a rock. He had no idea what a Taken was, nor did he care. By the looks of things, it didn't really look like they were going to interfere anyways. "Your gunna fight me old man, whether you want to or not!" It was clearer now then ever before that he was angry. Jibs lifted his leg, and stomped on the ground, kicking up a rather sizable rock, and punched it, effectively turning it into a shotgun spray of light shrapnel. Since his shirt everyone so loved to grab was part of his chest plate, his rather fit upper body was exposed. For a lad, he was rather well built. His body was scarred up from the years of hellish violence always ensuing around him. The spray of stone shrapnel was dead on in aim, a feat proving he needed no weapons to fight. His anger was starting to get the better of him, as his sense of danger had already flown out the window. He brought up his small yet powerful hands and lunged at the old man. "Fight or die you b*****d!" He snapped, throwing a rib breaking punch straight for the mans solarplex. A normal person would die if struck in such a way, and well, Jibs was very angry at this point and was trying to force the old man to fight him,═╬═☪═╬═

[RLRLR]

The Solemn White Prince, The Immortal

Logan turned to Oydne as the metal began to fade, forming into a small marble which floated up to him. He took it and placed it somewhere under his cloak. "Oydne, I was intending to find Spellbinder. I wish to learn some more about this dragon the queen has interest in, as well as the situation of spying among the residence. If you wish to follow, I have no quarrel with such a concept." He turned and began to walk, entering the city, regardless of she followed.

He calmly headed towards the Catacombs, approaching the place The Spellbinder resided. The air reeked of death. Such seemed only natural. The energies from within, those produced by the semi-living corpse were dark as could be. They could probably cause a normal human to faint. Logan descended into the underground, going deeper and deeper, towards his fellow taken. His thoughts drifted to the stories of the taken. He knew that several of them, particularly The Spellbinder, The Dark One, and himself, The Immortal, had in their lives been considered grave threats to the world by those in power. To an extent for each of them, this was true.

[Xxx- Bizkit -xxX]

The Sword collector
My blades show my prowess

Pulse: Numb off-hand.
Heavy breathing?: Fully rested.
Mood: Rather light-spirited...Until a moment ago.

Kane obviously wasn't heard over the raging dragon and so sighed pushing his blade back into his sheath stretching his neck and hearing the muscles pop as they moved even under the bulk of his armor which was studded from his shins up and along his legs only covering the front of his legs as the studs were often used for his rather ruthless fighting style. Kane didn't feel like intruding as the black company started coming together and instead like usual remained separate from the group keeping his distance away from them with the light breeze jingling the sheath for infinite-cruelty against his hip a small heat emanating from within the sheath; the demon was likely peeved it was unable to taste blood again and that it was being forced to wait. Kane ignored this and instead observed the events unfold as the dragon turned back a to more human form his arms casually crossed over his chest though his head turned out of respect when he noticed her absence of clothes, yet however apparently the boy who had accompanied the bandits did not take such protocols from what Kane heard his right brow arching slightly since his head had turned to the left and he glanced slightly out of his peripheral to see the boy touching her when he heard some chuckling coming from the lieutenant to which he rolled his eyes and instead started to walk off slowly beginning a small patrol of the area since everyone else seemed pre-engaged at the moment.

Kane sighed before he started whistling, even among a band of misfits he never really seemed to blend in much and so he kept his distance form most of them unless absolutely necessary preferring to take on solo jobs himself. Not that he was incapable of working with anyone it was usually just easier if he didn't and so Kane as he slowly started walking keeping within ear-shot though visibly away at a distance he almost paced in a circulatory fashion thinking to himself one eye coming back to eye the young boy who had accompanied the bandits and the massive sword he had on his back "I wonder if it would be worth collecting" he muttered to himself hearing the rustling of his own blades on his back. Kane was a little surprised when he smelt something on the air something dark and malevolent which made his sheath become unbearable to touch burning him even through the fabric of his clothing with it's heat though leaving no singe upon the fabric and he jumped the heat being a definite warning that the demon had picked up on a presence even Kane himself hadn't and as such his eyes and nose searched frantically for the source when he felt another flare of heat signalling not one presence but two " I know, I know, Burn me again and I might be tempted to have you smelted" he cursed lightly looking down at the blade which cooled only slightly.

Kane was ultimately not expecting the turn out that occurred the two presences he caught onto immediately as they materialized before the group and he slowly brought himself forward from the outside not heeding the silent warning of preparedness and instead coming between his commander and the boy quickly; If anything were to occur their commander would not need be impeded b y an insolent whelp while the fallen were among their midst. The blow took Kane in the shoulder and spun him around his arm snapping out and back before he stopped one foot planting itself on the ground firmly " Learn your place Boy." he snapped his arm quickly going numb with the pain that accompanied the blow his other hand brushing the arm off while his eyes burned for only a moment settling on the boy while his tongue spat venom "The commander is otherwise engaged, Stand down or I'll be forced to add another blade to my collection" he growled lightly turning his glance away from the boy to walk slowly up to his commanders side "Sir, No quarter. None left behind" He said in a low voice hoarse and almost a whisper " None." His hand he'd used to massage his shoulder came down and lightly brushed the handle of his blade as he stood by Jack, he was not one to abandon his superiors.

Xx~ It is no wonder why I have so many ~xX
Xx~ (( OOC: )) ~xX

Kane Lucas Orlindon

[Azure Ryuu]

ℳℯℓɑɩɳα ℬαɼɠʊɩȿʈ

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Thankfully, her language seemed to hit the dragon's core, not only gaining the female's attention but also helping her to regain her human self. Not too soon after did the massive creature begin to shrink, returning to her more human like form. At first, she seemed weak and even staggered a bit, but she managed to haul herself up, her temper still flaring from the young boy's ugly words. Not interested in the bickering, the canine trotted up next to Darius to take a seat at the man's side just in time to catch the medic attempting to coax the dragon into dressing. Honestly, Melaina didn't see the big deal. Even through clothing you could see curves and sometimes more than that, so why not just go bare? Either way, Melaina didn't have a problem, but that might have been because of her more natural dog like nature. A small sigh was heaved from the hellhound when Liam also inserted himself into the bickering just as Taimat seemed to finish. Was the Black Company filled with children or worries? Perhaps there wasn't a big difference between the two. As if on cue, Jack then stepped in. As a leader, his decision should have been the final one, but sometimes his fists got the better of his brain, which was why there was a second in command position.

As the bickering continued, volumes changing from soft to loud to soft and back again, something seemed to stir in the distance. Melaina's large black ears then perked up, her eyes narrowing as she tried to make out the figure that was heading towards them. Darius seemed to notice it too as it finally spoke, causing Melaina's throat to rumble with a low, threatening growl. The monster seemed to want them to quiet down, which was fine by the dog if it meant the deformed rabbit would leave them in peace. But then again, it seemed as if fate didn't want them to have peace. Not long after this deformed creature demanded their silence, the shadows began to shift uncomfortably. At first, Melaina merely whined in confusion, her eyes on the ground as the shadows writhed and shook. It was like they were being forced to take the shape of something too powerful for them to escape from. Soon enough, the shadows completed the image of a creature Melaina knew as Spellbinder. He was very well know by the reapers and their hounds for his necromancy and magic. His attention seemed to have been drawn in by the death they had caused, although that seemed to change when he spotted Taimat. Another growl sounded from the hound as she rose from her seated position, her hackles flaring up along her spine. This was becoming too dangerous. Too many threats around them that could wipe them out in mere seconds.

Jack and Darius seemed to understand the situation greatly, preparing their unit to flee if need be. Melaina doubted they could outrun them, none the less fight them. Their only option would be a distraction of some sort. While she could use her shadows as portals, she wouldn't be able to take her crew with her. The shadows she used were only meant for hounds, souls, and reapers, not living people. Her thoughts of escape were shattered though when the boy began to throw a fit that his fight was being put off. Either he didn't understand what kind of danger they were all in or he simply had a one track mind and didn't care. Either way, this was becoming a nuisance. Slowly but surely, Melaina was coming to greatly dislike children. It was not a matter she was going to need to handle, however, because Kane stepped from outside the group to stand between the raging boy and Jack, warning the young one to stand down or die. At least someone had a head on their shoulders during this kind of situation. Leaving the child to Kane, Melaina refocused her attention on the main threat, that being Spellbinder. The rabbit seemed to only want piece while the Taken..well..god only knew what he wanted with them.

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[Tsubaki Mizuru]

Xxx- Bizkit -xxX

═════╬═Jole "Jibs" Markay═╬═════


═╬═☼═╬═Jibs spat in frustration before going back to his shed equipment and re-donned it all. It took him only a few seconds, since it was more clamps then straps given its weight. Gripping his fists to the point the almost bleed, Jibs eye began to twitch, his mind getting ready to snap. With an angry grunt he gripped the handle of the smaller sword he was gunna sell and he unsheathed it, then hurled it at Kane with enough strength to demolish a stone house's wall, and an audible and grotesque 'pop! pop!' Came from the shoulder used. His shoulder had popped out, and then back into place just from the muscles exerting more strength then his shoulder could handle. The blade of course, wasn't durable enough to actually destroy a wall like that of course, but nonetheless, it would cause a lot of damage if it connected. Jibs was on the verge of exploding! Not literally, but metaphorically. Ever since he was small, well, smaller, his mind was fragile, and easily broke. Luckily it always managed to piece itself back together somehow. His eyes were practically white with rage and his teeth were bore like a snarling wolf. The rage was oozing off him in a thick ethereal fog, unseen by those with little attunement to the other planes. Jibs was barely holding onto his sanity as he brought a hand up to his Childhood companion, and lunged forward with frightening speed clearing the ten foot gap in literally less then a second, and bringing his blade down, one-handed with incredible force. Graagh!" A primal shout escaped his lungs as his blade came crashing down with twice as much strength as the one that shattered Liam's sword. Any normal blade would be snapped like a twig and it's owner sliced in half like a apple. The same popping noise could be hear again, but with a light crackling noise as muscles began to strain under the pressure.═╬═☪═╬═

[Takkaki]

● Liam Alexander Bane ●

Liam wince from the slight pain from where the boy grab his arm. Liam was about to accept the challenge but his lieutenant told him to relax. Even though he wanted to fight, he wasn't going to go against the order of his superior. "Fine. He's not even my time." as he sheath his weapon and step away rubbing his arm where the boy grab him.

Liam was stated to relax when he felt the same chill running down his spine just as he felt as he was leaving the bar earlier. Liam carefully look around to see where the dark auras coming from. Liam watch as the shadow to writhe and shift, morphing and finally taking form as a shadowy figure. And another coming forth from the shadow. He some kind of a deranged animal or something. But it wasn't a good thing that the taken was taking a interest in Tiamat.

Liam slowly reach of his throwing knives as he infuse them with runes to bind them just incase they was no match for two of the Taken. When out of nowhere the little kid started to throw a fit that his fight was being put off and snap as he went in for a strike. Damn it, this boy is going to start an unnecessary fight for us. Liam sent a lightning bolt toward the boy to stop him. The lightning bolt, itself wasn't strong enough to kill but was strong enough to paralyze him for a few minutes to keep him from starting a fight if it hit him.

[Xxx- Bizkit -xxX]

The Sword collector
My blades show my prowess

Pulse: Numb off-hand.
Heavy breathing?: Fully rested.
Mood: Rather light-spirited...Until a moment ago.

Kane had not made the mistake of turning his back on the boy though he did have to say the childish tantrum the boy was beginning to throw was ridiculous given the circumstances the entire unit was placed under. When he saw the boys eye begin to twitch he turned slightly casting the kid a very sharp look with a piercing gaze from his brightly hazel eyes almost matching the same shade of his hair though there was a bright sheen as light came down on them even with such a cold regarding stare. Kane's eyes picked up on something different as the boy started getting angrier and angrier there was a strange energy surrounding him and only getting brighter; Ordinary men would not have seen such a thing but Kane had been 'gifted' the sight of a demon and so he saw it all in full clarity "Ah, A boy but not a fully human boy are you? No matter. If you insist that big sword of yours will be a nice addition to.." he was cut off however when the smaller more flimsier sword came flying his way and he sighed standing his ground until the blade came closer and closer his right foot planted just as firmly as before waiting for the blade to come within arms reach before he sidestepped turning himself about and watching the angry blade whiz past his face missing a potential graze that would have sliced open the bridge of his nose. Kane turned back to face the boy whose irises had turned solid white and was snarling like a wild animal overcome with fury.

Kane smiled as he instead of attempting to dodge or even step away his hand still holding the handle of his blade whipped out in a fashion similar to the boys own movement a loud and excited shriek erupting as the steel was unleashed from it's sheath. Kane raised the blade at an angle and the large heavy blade came down against his own a loud wail of fury and pure hatred erupting from the sparking contact of steel against steel and for a moment Kane's arms almost gave out until the little ruby in the hilt of the demons blade sparked a little "Kid, you don't know what you got yourself into" he growled as the blade came down and nicked his shin guard scratching the studded metal surface. Kane was just about to retaliate when a lightning bolt came out of nowhere clearly attempting to disarm or disable at least one of them; Though logically one would assume he was aiming for the boy Kane wouldn't put it past his comrades to try and subdue him especially since they would know he was ready to kill the little brat whether he was a child or not mattered little as insolence of that would not go unpunished by a blade. "Rushing into a fight will get you killed" he said in a mockingly lecture like tone the same one his father had adopted for him and his brother back when he'd first learned how to sword fight muscles still slightly shaken by the impact. the demon had not saw fit yet to grant him its strength likely because it wanted to see how well he'd fare first. "Because child, unlike my forgiving commander. I will kill you" he said with a coldly serious tinge to his tone likely frightening to be heard aloud with the finality of the statement "Without hesitation. Brats don't deserve to hold blades as fine as that, you should learn first some respect and second to judge your surroundings" he re-adopted the mocking lecture tone as he slowly started circling the boy infinite cruelty held aloft on one hand as well waving slightly in the air tauntingly " but if you really think you have what it takes to succeed where so many failed. Go ahead and try, I don't die easily"

Xx~ It is no wonder why I have so many ~xX
Xx~ (( OOC: )) ~xX

Kane Lucas Orlindon

[KOS_MOS89]

{ Tiamat Tayic }
❝___Its all about the money.___❞

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[♥♥♥]

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Things had gotten very bad very quickly after she had lost her cool. She had scented something dark and twisted in the air when she was a dragon but had paid little heed to it. Not only had one Taken shown up but two, and they seemed to be interested in her. She couldn't help herself as she smiled and gave a slight inclination of her head. Too few understood a dragon's worth. "My, my my, your lady is interested? I'm flattered." Her voice was sweet but inside every fiber of her being was telling her to run and get away.

She was about to do just that when Jibs began throwing a tantrum. She snorted before muttering under breath, "Kane! Knock the fool boy out!" She then began to back up slowly, she was going to have to shift quickly in order to get her comrades out of here and some of them would not like being picked up like cattle.



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❝___The power to cause pain is the only power that matters, the power to kill and destroy, because if you can't kill then you are always subject to those who can, and nothing and no one will ever save you.___❞

[Tsubaki Mizuru]

═════╬═Jole "Jibs" Markay═╬═════


═╬═☼═╬═Jibs whole body shook, twitching randomly as he backed up a little from the lightning bolt. Slowly, a shaky hand rose to the side of his head, then, like a gushing torrent a sea of random emotions exploded from his body in ethreal form. Hate, fear, anger, sorrow, loneliness, despair, all negative and potent. Jibs rarely if at all harbored positive emotions. His existence started morbidly, and it remained so his entire life. His mind had completely shattered at this point as the man rambled on about things Jibs was no longer able to comprehend. Jibs gripped the side of his head as it twitched, his teeth clenching, his other hand gripping the hilt. Blood, blood started dripping from his right hand which gripped his blade. A hand that shattered stone so easily was bleeding from simply gripping the hilt of his sword. He bent forward and brought both hands to his head, as if he was about to fall to his knees, the sword moving as if it was but a stick. Suddenly, pure unbridled rage washed over all the other emotions, stamping them out with it's presence, and his arms shot to his sides and his whole form stood erect with his head aimed towards the sky. A deep, primal cry, as if his very soul was ripping itself apart erupted from his very core. Those with keen ears who were near by were probably in pain at this point, gripping there ears or plugging them.

The howl of rage died down and he actually started to steam, his skin also turned a shade darker from the increased blood flow from his heart rate going up. Crouching low like an unpredictable beast, Jibs sprang forth at Kane, given he was the one currently with weapon drawn and directly in his line of site. His lunge was so forceful, the ground under his feet was actually dug up some. Instead of simply slashing down at Kane like he did before, trying to end things before his mind had fully broken, Jibs gripped his blade with both hands and started striking downwards with immense speed, many times that of before and five times as strong. Even over average men would be crushed from such weighted blows one after another, like trying to stop a car with your body. Relentlessly Jibs brought his blade down, like an enraged primate repeatedly bashing another's head in with a stick or bone. Or a wife beating a husband with a broom. However you saw it, he didn't stop, and his small frame left little openings, if any. His small size was his advantage here, giving his opponent less of a target to hit, unfortunately, given his small size his current strength was actually slowly taring him apart from the inside. Between clangs of steel the gut wrenching sounds of flesh taring could be heard if one listened, and the creaking of bones rang out with every movement the boy made.

Taers had began to form and fall from the corners of his eyes as expressions of pure hatred fixed themselves in place on his face. His eyes were void of everything, focusing only on what was in front of him. Jibs vision was clouded by darkness, only mild rays of light poking through. Having lived in the darkness for so long, he had grown to fear these lights. These lights were in fact those around him, the people he killed and the people he will probably come to kill in the future. Every movement he made, was made as if his life was in mortal danger, every fiber of his being crying out saying "I want to live!" though what brought about this state was a mix of things other then his life being threatened. Jibs was unstable to start with, and people just kept pushing him. All he wanted to do was eat meat for once and take a bath. Then a dragon, freakish monsters, shadows, angry old men and a Taken had shown up. This was definitely not his day. ═╬═☪═╬═

((Yay! While half-dead from tiredness, I was stricken with sudden inspiration! -^^- Time to sleep now x.x Oh! and before I forget, love how they all think he's simply throwing a tantrum xD AND!! The freakish bunny monster isn't a taken! This was stated in the OOC thread, there is only one taken! Sorry for the long OOC >< wink )

[KOS_MOS89]

{ Tiamat Tayic }
❝___Its all about the money.___❞

x o x o x o __
[♥♥♥]

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Tiamat watched as he let out such a roar it rivaled a dragon's then the young boy seemed to have lost his mind. This was not good, if they could not get him to calm down their lives might be forfeit. He seemed to respond more to wrath and he wanted to fight. She let out a sigh as she could only think of one thing to diffuse the situation and she had a feeling most of her comrades here would balk. Her maternal instincts were kicking in after hundreds of years.

She saw he was heading straight towards Kane with his onslaught so she had to act quickly. Before any of his attacks could hit him, she rushed Jibs from behind and wrapped her arms around him. She began to coo at him, whispering gently into his ear as she rubbed her cheek against his head. "Sssh, it's alright.... No one's going to hurt you.... Mother's here" Her embrace wasn't too tight, but tight enough he wouldn't be able to escape easily as she just wanted to shock him enough so she could speak the sweet words in her gentlest tone. She could feel the eyes of the company bore into her, they'd never seen her act this way before nor speak in such a manner.



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❝___The power to cause pain is the only power that matters, the power to kill and destroy, because if you can't kill then you are always subject to those who can, and nothing and no one will ever save you.___❞

[I Was Min]

It had taken Liebru a moment to realize that one of the Lady's highest ranking servants had entered the area along with him, and he turned as the shadows shifted and formed. When he was finished and speaking with the others, the large beast lumbered off to the side slightly, remembering that to interfere with the doings of Taken greatly angered the Lady, and her punishments were great enough to stick through the madness that had befallen the tortured creature long ago. With a grunt, he settled to the side of the others, thinking all would be well if they were just going to chat.

However, through insanity or stupidity, multiple members of the party began to rile up, even started fighting amongst themselves. Liebru turned his dead gaze to the Spellbinder, wondering if the more destructive creature had emitted some sort of aura to turn the party mad, or if members had been more of his dead spies. When he saw no indication of being correct, the large hare turned and winced as the altercations came to increasing volumes, his sensitive ears having to plaster themselves back against his skull once more.

While the Spellbinder attempted conversation with the female, the young boy had apparently taken it upon himself to attack several of the party, and was now screaming his head off for one reason or another. While the boy attacked another man with a similar sword, Liebru stalked over, walking his massive form between the others in the group. As he passed they would hear his whimpers, and when he finally arrived behind the boy he stopped, reached out his hand, and attempted to grasp the boy's entire head in his hand so that he could be lifted up and away.

If the sword were to be turned on the hare, the beast would be thrown into a similar fit of rage, though driven by insanity to the fullest. The pain would be lost on him, because you can not cause any greater pain to a body that is already attempting to pull its every cell apart due to the wrongness of a combination. Being partly dead as it were, the beast would simply refuse and walk again in a matter of time. No, unless his form were to be segmented and scattered far, this boy's blade would do him little good against the beast that only wanted quiet, a most simple request. "Was I not clear...? Was I not polite" He grunted, his words ending in a bit of a broken screech, much like that of an injured rabbit, as his eyes locked with the other sword-bearing man who had added inspiration to the child's rampage.

But now there was a woman between the beast and the boy, and Liebru's hand only hovered inches above both. His eyes slid from one combatant back down to the female, and a large, saliva flecked grin split his face. "Good... You keep him quiet, yes? I was going to eat his throat to see if I could learn that neat trick that he did, but if you're going to make him be silent I will leave him to you." The hand did not move, instead it remained unnervingly still stretched out over them, the three fingers equipped with sharp claws and the vein and muscle structures starkly visible. "Also... if the Spellbinder is speaking to you...It is best you listen. The last of the sentence he spoke in draconic, hoping she would know her own language as well as he.

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She stared up at the creature, being careful to avoid the pools it had as eyes. She focused, instead, on the nose. She just nodded her head as her grip tightened on the boy. "Thank you for understanding and I do listen to those who have much power." She replied in her native tongue, glad to find someone who could actually speak the heavy language.

She let her eyes wander to the Taken, she had no idea why The Lady would want her but right now she didn't want to find out. She was more concerned for her comrades since it was her rage that brought them this attention.



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❝___The power to cause pain is the only power that matters, the power to kill and destroy, because if you can't kill then you are always subject to those who can, and nothing and no one will ever save you.___❞