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The small village has seen better days, the people tired and run thin from the constant battles. They were still recovering from the attack of Aramil forces also. However, at the heart, was a small pub. The locals crowd to it as if it was the only hope to drown out their pitiful lives. Their kingdom run a muck, there was no savior, not even the holy Nephilims could save them. So despite constant prayers to Micheal, work, the every day strain, they were just edging to a delayed death. That was inevitable.

You notice their tired eyes, their bloodied hands from hard physical labor in the mines and construction. The village smells of piss and feces from the sewer run offs, but you venture to the pub, Venomskin. You walk through the door, the brew thick and it's heady scent filtering in the air. Several of the barflies turn towards you, their faces sunken and eyes hollow. You are no one to them, even in all your godly splendor, you are nothing. Just another face in the crowd, yet, they stare anyway, gawking with gummy maws agape. A sickly black tar dribbles from their parted lips, it splatters into their porridge bowls, onto the table and puddle on the floor beneath the benches. Instead of continuing the staring match, you move inside, into the musty dim-lit darkness. The barkeep doesn't even look up at you though, nervous beads of sweet gather at the furrowing brow as he strains to not make any contact. This is where you start to notice that something is off, strangely off about this place. Still, you press further to a narrow flight of stairs to a dark low-ceilinged room of stone, choked with dust and cobwebs. Though it has not been cleaned or maintained for decades, a few footprints visible in the dust on the steps suggest that someone, at least, has been here recently. Arched alcoves in the walls of the room below hold racks filled with jars of unguent, bottles of fine wine, and neatly stacked candles. A few sconces mounted on the walls hold unlit torches, you can barely see them in such poor lighting. The cellar and attached rooms are dark, without bringing a light source with yourself or taking valuable time to light the various torches and candles, the pagan have to fight this area's combats in the dark.

You hear the scurrying in teh background, a rampant pitter-patter of tendrils off behind the walls. Energy seeps from the mortar, something vile is down here. Yet, behind you, you hear foot steps and turning you find a fair-skinned maiden with pigtails of scarlet hair wafting in her wake. She was smiling, confident, donning several weapons and bags.



"Yo. Sup? You down here to beat the big bad boogieman? Yeah, I heard about him." Her arms crossed in teenage defiance. "Sayyyy...you aren't him are ya? Nah, you ain't ugly enough. Say, what are ya? You look kinda...bulky..." Her face contorted as she looked down at the pagan."Well, anyway, you can move out of my way. I have some monsters to defeat...unless, you know, you wanna party up?! I think it is a genius idea, honestly. You look like you coulda' use some help and who knows what is down here." Again she smiled. "My names 'Gabby." The distance between them was closed.

"The bad guy? What kind of question is that?! Haven't you heard of 'em? Bro, you need to check yo'self before you wreck yo'self." Her hands pressed to the slender hips, just below settled the plethora of belts and weaponry. "He is the latest pile of shi- What! Someone has a hugggggggeeeee ego. I mean, I've heard guys say things like all the time. They have, ya know, big cocks, they are a God, gonna rock my world," Chestnut spheres rolled, brushing off the astounding annoyance she received on a daily basis from the drunken vagabonds. Lips pursed like a ducks before her chipper demeanor returned to its joyous reprise. "I'm a lady! You should move regardless.....but since Solonor has bestowed me with the powers of the light, I suppose I can help you out." Gabby moved down another step, the one right above his own. Steady hands pressing on the bare chest and ushering him to the side. "So that is yourrrr dragon? He looks cool for a giant man-eating beast. Does he breathe fire~? Do you make the ladies swoon while you riiiiiddddeeee it? I bet it does, Tiranus. You get'em cowboy."

The feisty red-haired elf moved past him and into the eerie dark, the sound of metal being grated against stone echoed, ricocheting from one wall to the other. Then as the pagan stared deeper into the darkness a warm light was birthed, it started out dull but grew bright, so vibrant in fact, that it's reminiscent of the sun. Her hands wielded a battle axe, the shaft nearly as long as she was tall and the head was like a smiling crescent moon. Though she already knew that he would only catch a sliver of the light, probably shielding his eyes for a moment until they finally acclimated to the area.

"Tadaaa! I know, I know. It is cool." Gabby laughed and walked forward into the cellar until she came upon a door. "I bet, he is further in! Just crawling with nasties and harlots...oh, it will be great to cut them up to piiiieeecceessss!" The dawn elf's voice raising in excitement, the more she thought about it, the more her insides seemed to flutter with great monarch butterflies.

Bright Lights A very potent ability, the elf can enchant two items/areas connected to their own person with a horrifying effect. Looking at the item will be like directly looking into the sun, causing extreme pain and permanently damaging their eyesight if they look for more than a glimpse. Even a short glimpse will damage their sight for the duration of battle, making it nearly impossible for them to see your outline through Dawn Shroud. You can switch the two areas that have this effect. You can choose between: both hands, your legs, your weapon(s), your arrows, your eyes and an accessory of yours.

Eyebrows arcing in surprise, a mild curiosity spread along her lips. It grew even more as he talked about rocking that boogieman's world until it was almost ear to ear. "Don't lie, you wanna rock his world. " Gabby did a slight hip thrust forward, the metal clanking against one another as she did so. "Well Ty, may I call you Ty? I am anyway, but annnnnnnyyyyyy way... Dragons are cool I guess. More of a Dark brethren creature so we do not see so many. Not that I have many friends...HEY! Oh, thank you. Aren't you just the sweetest peach under the sun." The fiery redhead moved into the long corridor first, it smelled of garbage and fleshy matter. Like huge piles of feces somewhere close. Quickly she turned to him and gasped, coughing on the urge to vomit. " Solonor's c**k!!"

Dry heaving, a fist hastily shoved into her mouth, biting back the saliva that continued to pool against a thrashing tongue. Her body was ready to spill, yet, the young elf kept herself under control. Rising with a look of utter disgust painted over youthful features.

"I hate this guy. I know, I know...hate is a strong word but he smells so badddddd....I bet he bathes in s**t." Again she tightened her grip on the glowing axe, the speared tip occasionally clattering against the stonework flooring. There were several doors, most locked with ancient deadbolts, some were not though. The first one they came upon was on the right, no cobwebs decorated the corners..it was safe to assume someone had been in it recently. "Eeerrrr...You go first Ty. In case it is something big. I'm sure some one as burly as yourself can handle annnyyyyyyyyyything." Her grin returning though her nose still scrunched due to the awful stench, it was almost dizzying, her temples already starting to throb.

"Psh. You are funny, Ty. Just hilarious." Her words riddled with sarcasm as she rolled her chestnut colored eyes. Though as the door opened and he crossed into the dark threshold, Gabby quickly came in behind him. " HIIIIIYAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her axe swinging around, careful not to hit her company. Not only was it aglow, but bright flames arced from it as it spun in her hands. "OLLI OLLI OXINFREEEEEE!" Yet, there was nothing. It was so quiet (besides her shouting) that anyone could hear a pin drop. She looked back to Ty, her lips almost pouting. "I think this is the wrong room? Nothing is in here...I don't see anything. Do you?"

Just as he would go to respond, the floor beneath them turned soft. Their feet sinking in quickly. It was quicksand.

"Oh this is just great. Just aaaaaaaaaaaaa-mazing. I just got these boots, too! I really, REALLY do not like this guy. You know what you can tell him? You can tell him he owes me a new pair of boots and that I'm gonna kick his a**."

She started to make her way to a wall, directly to the doors left, her axe head hooking on to the door frame directly above it. Gabby used this as leverage to try and pull herself out. Though just as she was suspended by the weapon, her feet on the door caused it to swing open. Out poured a dozen arachnid assassins, all scurrying over the now hardened earth towards Ty. Two stopped just in front of Gabby and readied their scythe arms to strike at her legs. Slightly back though, Ty would face the same thing, six of his burrowing into the ground while the other four remained above, threatening to slash his legs apart. The ones that dived beneath the ground would come back up from behind, flanking the pagan for a stealth attack, still using their deadly appendages.

"I HATE SPIDERS! NO! GET A WAY! I SAID-" The elf maiden jumped down, taking her axe from the door and tried to swing it downward. One problem though....the door was too small for the right powered swing and the arachnids closed in. Gabby thrust out her hand, extending a jet of fire at them, their furry bodies screeching and charring in sizzles. "YEAH! DIE! IHATEYOUSOMUCH!" Shivers ran down her small spine as goosebumps trailed along her flesh. She felt like they were crawling on her. "UGH! Ty! Are you..." Turning around the redhead watched the pagan finishing off the few remaining ones.

Her mouth was slightly agape as she continued to watch the pagan attack. Gabby had never seen a dragoon in action, let alone someone like himself, of such....muscular caliber and manliness. Nope, not swooning. Not one bit.

"Whoa, we got a badass over here. Look out." Gabby grinned micheavously, standing on a pile of dead spiders...spiders..."EWWWWWWW!" She stepped on them, repeatedly stomping on the hair legs and body parts until one stuck to her leg. "GET IT OFF! GET. IT. OFFFFFFFFF! TYYYYYY!" She both whined and screamed, trying to kick it off hurriedly. Instead of waiting, the end of her axe flicked the leg off and she breathed...though blushed when she realized what just transgressed. "Shut up. Don't even!"

Rosy cheeks puffed and she turned back around to look at the empty room, that was all out of there. "Well, no more of those things. Let's move on before my skin starts crawling." The young elf turned, walking past him in embarrassment and headed back out to the foul stench of the hallway. She hoped that whatever was making that smell...would die already, cause it was nauseating.

"Me?" No one had ever asked her what she was, she figured it was easy to tell with the tips of both ears pointed, not as much as thorough breeding...but still, they were prominent. Chestnut irises fixated to the low light, her axe sticking out to help. Though it just made everything far off darker, forever pitch with in an abyss. "I'm...well I am an elf." Over one armored shoulder she looked to Ty, a smile offering comfort. "Not one of the dark brethren though. Those buggers aren't around that much anymore, not after the...well...the genocide." The smile faded, both sides had took significant damage to their numbers, generations gone. Her mother was a Dawn Elf; her father, Human. She considered herself an Elf, like her mother, but in truth, she was only a fraction of her greatness. "Most of my family is dead, returning to the ever expanding cosmos and reincarnated else where, but they are gone. For no damn reason! You know why?! Bastards! Malicious, narcissistic assholes! Like this er'douchebag!" A soft tone running along the line of solemn but by the end of it she was screaming down the corridor. "You hear me! I HOPE YA DO! I'M GOIN' TO KILL YOU! I'M GONNA CHOP OFF YOUR STUPID HEAD WITH MY AXE AND STICK IT ON TY'S SPEAR! HOW WOULD YA LIKE THAT?!" Silence filled the stench filled air, though they could both feel it tremble, something stirring once again far off, running along the walls- straight to them. Wind rushed past them, a great gust rustling her read mane.

"...Sorry..." Gabby looked to the bulky man staring at her, shoulders drooped slightly with a sigh. "Let's try this door?" Ivory tendrils extended from their glove-less hand, they encompassed the ring handle. In a sudden gasp, the inhale so sharp that she almost choked on it before it could unleash a scream. Her arm trembling, blue electric sparked from the metal and encompassed her appendage. The throng of her heart pulsating, rough shocks making it skip beats. Then she stumbled backwards and slumped to the ground against the adjacent wall.

Gabby found that she couldn't move, her body paralyzed though it seemed the muscle within her arm was going through rhythmic spasms that correlated with her own pulse. Eyes wide, glassy as she couldn't even close them. "Ty..." The mouth agape produced his barely audible name, she was alive, luckily.

CCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRICK~

The door swung open. Again the darkness was ever present, though she wouldn't be able to cast him any light with her fire element, nor could she move. So this room was all on him.

From the void came bright flashes of lightning, an electrical current ricocheting from one skeleton to the other. It was hard to tell how many as each wave of light throbbed like a strobe light. There were at least half a dozen...maybe more. Their vibrant sparks a barrier...or what seemed to be one...

Gabby could only stare as the reel played out brilliant voltages of light from both of them, her fingers starting to tingle as feeling gradually came to the set. Toes furled, feet shifting. He took down found quickly, leaving just two of the bonies. Though it seemed they had created a barrier that bounced from one to the other, only to strike him. He was wounded and she could do nothing. NOTHING! Teeth grit, grinding as she forced her legs to curl up, a hand to smack and groan against the stonework.

Both of the undead beings unleashed bolts of vibrant ignitions straight at Ty. Gabby pushed her free hand out, "NO!" A large tentacle of flame whipped out, smacking both skeletons just as his spears aimed and descended to ensure death. All the brittle bone lay scattered about, and the inferno tendril retracted. The only reminiscence left was the tiny falling embers that turned to ash once they kissed the ground.

"Are you...are you okay, Ty?"

Teeth chattered, an uncontrollable effect from the previous occurrence. Even now as she stood behind him, parts of her body quaked from the aftermath.