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Kuchane's brow lifted in surprise. "No way!" He whipped up the scythe from his side. He held it up in defense, unsure whether it would make a difference against this beast. It was truly unnerving to see his powers miss

Archer put away the parts of the dragon he wished to take, and hurried after her. "You know we could actually run, I might be able to clear it in seconds. This desert is far smaller than how much i usually travel a day. But with Zeo and the dragon..." He trailed off as he started seeing the shadows. It reminded him of a nightmare, and went quicker because of it.

Streak could sense the presence of Issildia infront of him, and was almost certain she could sense his. They were quite far apart, but this was nothing.
"We have to pick up this pace. We have a powerful enemy infront of us." Streak said. They all began to almost glide across the sand. It wasn't magic, just skill. Streak also glided as the skill was in the mind (which is controlled by the Necromancer) and not the body.

As Issildia snatched up her cloak and quickly wrapped it around her slender form she broke into a swift run, the ghostlike shadows easily keeping pace with them. Issildia was certain that the Luin Ryera had sent the creatures to make sure that she and Archer made it to the tower to speak on matters concerning the Ryera's proposition to save Streak.

Her stride faltered slightly as she sensed a familiar presence far behind them, she cursed under her breath upon realizing that Streak had already fallen prey to the necromancer...Still perhaps the Ryera could still save him...
Issildia then pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind as they continued south...the hours passes and soon Issildia caught the faint scent of blood on the wind. Obviously the Ryera encampment was not far ahead. "Archer, when we speak with Luin Ryera keep your thoughts guarded, he has a particular talent in persuasion..."

That was the last Issildia said as they topped a rise... below them was the encampment of the Ryera, and just behind it rose the ebony spire that was the Tower of Vestain, that seemed to reach unto the heavens like the upturned fang of a snake. Dark and foreboding; the Vestain was the brother to the ivory Tower of Dalken that was situated in the plains of Larovia, a mirror image yet the dark twin to the holy spire that was the Dalken.

Issildia looked down upon the encampment, her expression guarded as she noticed the many soldiers that milled around the base of the Tower of Vestain. She could only hope that they would have the sense to leave she and Archer be, for Issildia doubted that she would have the patience to deal with them in a fashion that did not involve the spilling of blood.

Archer had kept with Issildia the whole time. He was able to speed up, but saved energy going at her pace. He had felt something dreadful as he had neared the camp, unsure, but dreaded the feeling. It felt as if hell itself was with th Ryeras heat prickling under Archers skin.

Kuchane shote a crescent of flame into the clouds after the dragon, frustrated at his own failure. He returned to his tent for several hours, only to feel power coming. He stirred from a deep sleep he had gone into, and left his tent to wait for this power.

Issildia calmly set off down the sand dune towards the encampment that surrounded the tower of Vestain. The shadows that had followed them since the battle with the dragon, now fully revealed themselves. They were hulking shadow defined figures, that seemed to be almost men composed completely of darkness. Issildia assumed that they had been sent by Luin to make sure that his own army did not attack Issildia and Archer.

Issildia continued onwards down the dune until she leveled off with the flat sandy expanse that was the Ryera encampment.

The shroud of Issildia's cloak fell low over her face to hide her features as the cloak itself billowed back behind her from the desert winds as she entered the encampment. Soldiers surrounded her on both sides, yet she paid them no heed. Though as she passed through the center of the encampment she saw the mangled corpse of a woman dressed in the garb of a huntress being carried away. Issildia recognized the woman as Adenia, and regretted not to be the one that ended the accursed woman's life...

As Archer was attacked Issildia drew her blade in an instant, its tip coming to rest against Kuchane's neck. "I presume that you are his brother...well then...I would advise that you wait until we speak with Luin before spilling any...unnecessary blood" Issildia's voice was cold and articulate as she said this, she was not here to play games with anyone.

Without even averting her gaze from where she held the tip of her blade at Kuchane's throat she spoke to Khastur. "Luin Ryera and his brother have requested us to pay a visit..." Issildia finally turned her head slightly to that the shroud of her cloak fell back, the same azure eyes that her father had glared at Khastur, "I am Issildia Nevar...so I doubt I will have to tell you any of my history..."

"Get away from me woman, I have no blood to spill, why do you think I take his?" He did not mind the sword at his throat. He drew Boaz, and stuck it in the ground next to his head. He let the blood fall to the ground and trail to the sword. It grew slightly longer, an eye at the base of the sword opening, and looking at Archer "His blood s good, it reminds me of yours Bahaj. If only it still existed." It closed it's eye and drank the blood. El, on the other side of him, was stained with the dragons blood. El sucked it in, and grew. His end became thicker than the rest of him, and it twisted three ways, back into a question mark looking blade. It spoke to Boaz at a telepathic way none others could hear. Archer, not surprised with his brother, laid still. He would probably not die, as Kuchane let him go after a short while, this wouldn't stop Archer from exacting his revenge later. "Issildia, leave him be." Archer said deeply and gruffly. He did not struggle.