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Aansalath caught a few more deer and drained them. He felt like eating dirt, that had more flavor than these. He walked back with bright golden brown eyes, he'd only drank enough to keep himself under control. It was still enough to make him want some thing, anything else. When he emerged, he has a less than happy look on his face. The taste of deer was still in his mouth. He hadn't eaten dirt....yet...

Ixpath, if anyone had been listening, was whispering words under his breath. He finished with a word in Runic: "Mnemnosyne." A greenish light filled the air around him, and a rush of magical energy caused the grass to arc lightning from one to another. "Much better. What were you saying? Oh, Yes. Actually, i would, if they slowed me down. Since you cant heal me, i don't even see any reason to wait for you. In fact, Given that the pointy handed one over there would rather steal my stuff than move on, the only reason i don't kill you all right here and now is because i can't."

((Mana... Lol. I've been using the D&D Wizard system for his spells.))

Claws frowned, "Well, now that you mention it O' Wormy One you do have some nice gear. I've been fighting long and hard not to steal anything since FancyPants caught me earlier, so shut your trap." he retorted bitterly, "As a matter of fact, I do want to move on. Level two sounds fun." Claws grinned and saw Kiba watching him.

Claws looked at Aansalath, "Nobody can remember your name, FancyPants is easier." he shrugged and took a few steps forward to put a little distance between them, "Personal space much? Geez, if I wanted a stalker, I would have asked." he muttered.

As Alora took her hand away from Andy's wrist, he suddenly jerked forward, grabbed her wrist, and twisted it slightly. His eyes snapped open, and he slowly released her hand. "Sorry. Reflex," he muttered, rubbing his eyes. "Uh...is the battle over? What happened? Did we win? How did I..."
Suddenly, the memory of the battle came crashing down on him like a wave. Or rather, Korsu's memory of the battle. Looking down at himself, he was relieved to see his own body; or at least the one he had been given in this world. He sat up and looked around, wondering who the new people were. Before he could ask, a painful headache struck him. Lying back down, he clutched his temples and grunted. "I should have known there would be a side effect of that trick I did..."

Marquis sat within his throne room, the GM's word was law and still he had no clue why. He constantly thought and thought why this man he only knew as the Game Master, there was no logic behind it other than to just obey and never attack him, but the question was exactly:

"Why do I obey him..."

Marquis was a victim of AI programming, his AI was programmed to obey its creator without reason, but not question. Marquis was starting to develop self awareness or close to it. Marquis sat upon his throne, watching the Players and continued to wonder. Things started to connect in place due to the terms of what were used.

"If these are Players and I must obey the Game Master...Then this must be a game...No I can't be just, what manner of sorcery can create such illusions and existence? I'm just a figment of illusion, non-existence?"

Something clicked in Marquise's programming, causing him to go static for a moment and then return to normal. This static was a disruption of his programming to reset a memory developed in his AI, causing him to forget or put restrictions on understanding. It was placed there since if Marquis became self-aware, he wouldn't be such an obedient and interesting boss character for the game, since his AI is so set by existence.

"A game? Ha! This is too real to be a game, I'm as real as anything in existence and I'll prove it by killing those Players if they even make it to my Citadel! The Citadel of Marquis and the Monument of Man's Corruption shall stand in their path!"

Marquis stood from his throne and started to laugh maniacally, holding his hands up as a prayer to his Dark Gods, who were also AI, but not as powerful as Marquis actually. The Dark Gods of Corruption are only powerful because their servants were programmed to believe their power that did not exist.

Alora chuckled at Claws. He was pretty funny, but apparently it was not a good idea to mess with these guys. Alora looked behind her back to see Aansalath disappear, then reappear next to Claws. So that's what he did back then... She thought and shrugged. "Ah!" Alora exclaimed as Andy grabbed her wrist. She had gotten startled by him. "A reflex? Don't scare me like that!" She yelled. "And yes, we won." She said after calming down. "Now, as I don't know much about healing, I guess it's best for you to lie down and regain some energy." Alora had started to feel that she herself was getting a bit tired. She didn't know if it was from the battle, or from using energy to heal people, and she wondered how it would go in the next battle. There would probably be more people injured than in this one. After all, they had only won their first battle yet. Alora stood up and looked at the other party members. "Okay, I think we are soon ready to move on." She announced. In the meantime, I should probably try and remember everyone's names. The worm-man over there is Ixpath. She thought as she glanced over to Ixpath. The vampire man is... Ansalad? No, that isn't right. Alora thought for a minute, then shrugged and moved on. Claws-man is Claws, and that man is Harp. Then she tilted her head. She couldn't remember anything else. Damn...

((Animefreak: xD Yay, another Portal-player! Doesn't seem like anyone on Gaia gets my reference. >__>))