Welcome to Gaia! ::

+It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!
`Toys in every store.
`But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be.
+On your own front door.

"Yes, Master Sage," the mage responded as he ticked off another stack of magic cards. His eyes did not wander from the parchment. His hand explored the surface of a nearby shelf where he had set the bottle of ink, closing his fingers around it to adjust the bottle's location. "Do you require something?"

". . ." Outside the house, a lone figure strode amongst the snarling creatures, unheeded. The dark cloak wrapped about his form whipped to and fro in the wind, though the hood still covered his face, hiding his identity. One Mauthe Doog noticed him, and leapt at him, snarling; however, with a quick movement he stepped aside, then placed one hand on its back. The creature yelped in surprise, then simply toppled as the magic sustaining its life was drained from it. The figure continued silently, coming into full view of the nearby house; he paused, then adjusted his direction to stride directly towards it.

Amelia ran into the armory, not addressing the mages there. She went to the rack of weapons and removed a Killer Lance, then rushed to find a jacket. She was back to the front door in minutes, wearing her down jacket over her clothes to keep warm in the snow. She glanced over at where Victoria had gone to heal a newcomer, then went outside, closing the door.

Amelia let out a long breath, watching it condense, and gripped her lance tightly. She watched the horizon, hoping the monsters would change course and leave the house alone. As she stood guard, she saw a strange figure. With a cloak covering most of its form, she was unable to determined who -- or what -- it was. She squinted and frowned, trying to figure out if she was imagining things, or if maybe some monster had gotten a blanket snagged on its head and now was obscured beyond recognition.

[[If I shouldn't be seeing you, Forgotten Morph, tell me and I'll remove the part regarding you. =3]]

Suddenly Fiora was feeling much better and warmer. "Where am I she wondered and who is this women healing me?" Thinking it would be horribly rude to not introduce herself, she said quietly "Hello, I'm Fiora and this is my Pegasus, Snow. Might I ask why your healing me without any questions?"

Bramimond nodded to Victoria, glad that he at least raised her morale.

He also nodded to Renault. "I understand why you would hide that tome; it is indeed powerful. However, if it is needed, perhaps some way to retrieve it could be devised? I believe we should be alright without it, though."

Bramimond took watch at the window while Victoria attended to the wounded. He drew his Shine tome, and waited for someone to approach. It's range may be much smaller than that of the Purge tome, but perhaps his magical strength could make up for that. He saw a Mauthe Doog running towards the window at breakneck speeds, and with a few eldritch words, the monster was utterly destroyed.

"Perhaps we should spread outside? It could give us all an easier time to fight these monsters.

The figure paused for a moment, eyes scanning across the snow. There were monsters here, monsters further away, monsters at the house. But he himself was not afraid. They posed no threat to him, unless they surprised him. He continued to walk forward, pace calm and measured. If he was noticed before he reached the house. . . well, he did not know if it would be good or bad.