The Holy Order Roleplay

[Lyra Lillith-Palatine]

[Gonna move this scene forward again, as the others are still inside, though I assume they shall withdraw too.]

"As long as you bear no allegiance to those of this fortress, we hail from Aracela, so you will be in foreign lands."

The mask gave the knight a cold stare, not able to bely the emotions or reactions of the person within. Knowing the others would no doubt soon withdraw, the titan began walking towards the shattered gates, eager to leave with Lyra.

[Alisa Zolner]

Aurelus LaCrois

Master of Wishes

They'd taken her armour and weaponry, but she'd managed to retain her cloak when they'd left her clothes.. thankfully they hadn't realised it was the shroud. And so using its abilities she had made the cell appear empty, and then manipulated the minds of her guards so she could walk right out past them, completely imperceptible by anyone as she walked her way through the courtyard. She didn't leave however, as in stead she found her way up to the roof of the large winding tower upon the southern wall, and seated herself upon the tiles of the mage's tower. It was then she dropped the effects of that relic of the forgotten again, and stared out towards where she had been found within her father's lair.

[ Just reminding people who may have missed it that this is going on, for any takers. ]

Before she could take advantage of the moment, however, a voice rung out from the northern edge of the tower. "... The hell do you think you're doing?" the woman demanded sharply, glaring out at her from behind her silver locks, her electric, faintly glowing blue eyes staring with the intensity of a Gods-be-damned sun. It was a shocker she hadn't noticed her already - those plates weren't exactly silent. Had she been expecting an escape attempt...?

[Master of Wishes]

She didn't move very far, as if she was just looking off in that direction rather than having any intention of fleeing in it. Her sleek features tilted slightly, violet orbs then travelling across the skyline until they fell upon the female husky, not even bothering to answer the question posed, and in stead replying with a conundrum of her own.

"In your position, I would have killed me outright, and yet you spare me?"

[Lillian Harper]

A call like that would not go unnoticed, especially during an alert. At least a dozen pairs of eyes swiveled up to gaze at the battlements, and those among the spectators who carried arms immediately began moving to assist the woman in plate.

Some less willingly than others. Still others more unwillingly than some.

"Terrific," muttered a young goblin in riding leathers favored by the Watch messengers, as he was swept along towards the confrontation. "'Go back to the fortress,' they said. 'We need further orders,' they said. 'You won't have to worry about a thing.' Just my luck."

[Alisa Zolner]

Alisa's expression went a little... Well, dark at that question, her eyes narrowing. ... The truth was, the woman in front of her sickened her, especially after she'd drained away the very soul of one of her own... She'd wanted to kill her. ... But that wasn't the decision she'd come to. ... She huffed a breath out her nose... She'd been too quiet too long to fool the girl into thinking the question hadn't hit her, but she wasn't out here to answer her curiosities. "You didn't answer my question," she deflected, standing up from where she was, holding a strange, white crystal in her left paw, that had unusual streaks of red, as if it had been splashed with blood.

[The Venerable Queen]

"And neither did you."

Her gaze left Alisa again, as if bored by it all, not even paying attention to the sound of the fortress' alert below. She could sense the spirit of that stone she clutched in her hand though, the form of the eidolons not so dissimilar to what she could do with the souls of beings and crystals, and was mildly intrigued by the strong soul.

"I was merely seeking a view more interesting than that of the cells below."

[Lillian Harper]

Nimix found himself at the front of the crowd now moving up the stairs, despite his largely unheard protests. At this point running away could hardly be considered an option, at least if he wanted to keep up impressions of loyalty and avoid getting stepped on at the same time. Most of the guards he had met tended towards single mindedness, so he was more concerned about the latter than anything else. The order were not the type to shoot deserters.

The goblin resigned himself to the possibility of seeing action and kept moving. Although he would be the last person to describe it as "eagerness" he was by now somewhat curious about what was happening.

[Alisa Zolner]

"Ask next time, then, instead of letting yourself out. You can guess why it'd be assumed you were breaking away... And given the things you did, I can't allow that," she answered, approaching, her grasp on the crystal tightening just enough to make shallow cracks in its surface. Instinctually, Alisa understood this was how to call her. "... So step away from the edge. Don't make me use force."

... And she was still avoiding her question.

Because she didn't know, and it bugged the living Hell out of her!

[Aurelus LaCrois]

She took a step back, but also kept her distance from the threatening female now squaring off her whole body towards her, as hands planted her hips, glancing towards the cracking crystal.

"And yet you entrap spirit within crystal just the same, using them just like I. And one of your own murdered my father in cold blood before my eyes, why should I not claim my recompense?"

[Hat-tori]

Chelovek sighed.

She wasn't coming back. Why would she? He shook his head, gathering his things into a bag. He would leave his armor. Perhaps someone more useful would find it? He was still so uncertain, so confused. What was the point? He had failed at the only thing he was created for. What was even left? He wasn't sad, he wasn't angry.

He was lost.

Most people knew at least urges or impulses. Chelovek had none. He felt nothing, and didn't know why he even existed.

He looked over his room, looking over the paintings he'd done.

If he had no reason to exist... Why stay? Why exist, without a purpose...?

[Lillian Harper]

Nimix' golden eyes flickered between the two women as the guards finally reached the battlement, their owner's features set into what he hoped to be an expression of intimidating indifference. Beneath the rather unconvincing mask the goblin's bowels were doing backflips every time one of the two moved even slightly, and he was doing his very best to avoid contemplating what purpose the eerie crystal in Alisa's hand could serve.

His slightly more eager but no less cautious companions stood erect at the husky's flank, weapons sheathed but hands at the ready.

[Alisa Zolner]

Alisa glanced down to the crystal, her eyes gleaming. "... Eir chose me. I didn't choose her. She almost killed me, and then she swore to my service. I didn't make her like this." ... She lifted the slightly cracked crystal. "... And even if I knew how to break her of this binding I don't know that she'd leave," she added. Her gaze trailed sidelong, then, to the woman. "... Meanwhile, you murdered a comrade in cold blood and forced his soul into a prison. Don't try to compare us. I let even you live... You killed a friend." Her tone of voice was smoldering. She approached, lowering her hand, but still holding the crystal expectantly. "... And I can't let a person like that just run around all willy-nilly until I've seen them change with my own eyes," she added.

[The Venerable Queen]

"Garland gave his life and soul in service of my goals, he swore that when we started this endeavour, just as eager to avenge my father. for his murder."

She had made no move to escape, and nor did it seem she intended to. No one knew just what she had been thinking, but perhaps she wasn't as much of a lost cause as one thought?

[Lillian Harper]

The prisoner's apparent compliance only served to make the guards even more restless, although they would certainly not move without Alisa's consent, out of respect. Not one of them completely understood what was going on, but judging by the husky's agitation this discussion was clearly important.

The details hardly seemed to concern Nimix, who barely understood magic even when it did not involve entrapped spirits or crystals, and the terrified messenger was too preoccupied with surreptitiously searching for an escape route that did not involve jumping off the roof to care.

[Dark Laidair]

Alisa Zolner

In a battle of elemental rock paper scissors, though, fire beats out ice. The fiery blade would very possibly shatter through her staff, while his armor would absorb the brunt of her punch, at best sending him skidding backwards several feet. "You need to learn some new tricks, dragon!" he shot, ignoring her comment about anger. She had absolutely, positively no idea. Anger may as well have been all that drove the wolf, all things considered.

"I have many tricks up my sleeve, Sir Wolf. More than you will ever know!!" The female dragoness exclaims as she bares her teeth at the wolf figure after engaging him in close combat and her staff seemed to just disappear on the impact instead of shattering and it pushed her some distance away as it pushed the wolf as well and she couldn't think of what to do at that precise split second. She growled some and with an outstretched hand she fired more poison like ice daggers at the wolf aiming to try and disable his arms and legs preferable his weapon arm and wanted to slow his movements and slowly let the black poison seep into his veins and further immobilize him and possibly just knock him out and not kill him.

)( Sorry it took me forever I tried so hard to think of a good reply. I don't think it's quite nice enough, but hope you can work with it. If not lemme know k's?