Welcome to Gaia! ::

The world around them was suddenly a bronze color.. it then faded into various different shades of purple, reds and greens like a giant oil stain. Walking up to the robed figure his form would lower quite a ways, and he would turn his head aside a bit to look up, into the eyes of that man. He was.. uncomfortably close, yet Jack's presence could not be felt even like this. His hand lifts, and it would come about the man's face, only to land upon the top of his head, his thumb upon the robed man's forehead. "Good Day, Sir. Perhaps you could help my friend here, he is a decent man, and deserves your full cooperation, do you understand?" There was something ridiculously dangerous about him, as though he were some kind of psycho who would snap at any moment. It can be felt in the air, his killing intent was a weapon itself, and it made weaker men have a hard time breathing. It can even cause seizure's and heart attacks among many other complications.

The flame haired man simply laughed. There was something about the man that didn't seem natural. A small orb appeared from his sleeve, and his hand carressed it. "You do know that the game never ends, even when you fold and have to leave the bloody table. It doesn't matter, cause you played for a grab bag with nothing in it." The man laughed again at some private joke. "I don't have anything to give you. I hardly know gron, or this man here." He pointed at jack with his free hand, and laughed again. The green robed man didn't look threatened in the slightest.

Paradox scowled. "How do I know your not lying to me, this instant?" The dark giant asked, radiating a menace that could be felt through Jack's own. It was a small thing, compacted. It carried it's own quiet dignity and promised a fate worse than death. "I am not one to cross."

One eye having been closed slightly, the other wide. He would stand at full, this tall figure very flexible it seems. A hand in his pockets, he would walk away. "I believe him." Was all he would say, it seems the world was no longer upside-down. Just like that. Placing that burning roll of tobacco between his lips, he would remain silent now. A chunk of ash falls from that roll, and he would wait.

Matachi reached over bringing Katherine into his arms "You okay love?" he asked as he held her there on the bed making sure she stayed covered up.

((Sorry about that))

Norg watched Jack move away. He was smiling a winning smile. "Luck. . . It's just like that." The green robe shifted slightly to let two bat like wings pull themselves out of the back of the garment. "The offer still stands. Another game, three against three. If you win, I'll give you some new information." He smiled at Paradox. Norg knew the real reason that Paradox did these simple little games. Norg did them for fun. Paradox did them out of neccesity.

Paradox glared at the robed man indifferently. He turned around and moved towards Jack. There was a trickle of death coming from the general, a sliver of aura that did more than just destroy everything around it. It slowly dissapated as Paradox regained control of his emotions. "Things are beginning to move faster, Jack. I hope you don't mind if I move first." He murmered to the tall fellow. Paradox did his best to ignore Micon. The general had a dislike of those that were fairly old, or even imortal.

Matachi held her there for a moment "Want us to speak to the priests to see if they can't put your mind at ease?" He asked kissing her head gently not wanting her to be so troubled anymore "Maybe they would help and put your mind in a state of ease or something."

Katherine shook her head slightly. "You think i trust Translation's priests?" She spoke shaking her head slightly her hand coming to her forehead to rub it. "I don't trust anyone of the gods nor should you Matachi." She said truthfully her mind thinking on her dreams she gave a slight shiver.

Micon shook his head slightly. "I have little to do with the gods. Alessandra and now Linette are my family that is it Jack." He said rather coldly turning away and going the other way himself anger was burning in him hot he felt it crawling on his skin.

Paradox watched the two leave, eyes darting between the two. "The gods have a reason to pay attention to us, at least, or you two, at the very least." Paradox murmured to himself. He turned around and walked into the clearing to the dead men. He cleaned the blade of his dagger on the closest man's shirt. The dark ruby on the hilt shone violently as he tucked it back into a hidden place in his armor. six had died, and he would bury all six.

Norg was delighted as he left the canopy of the trees. He sped towards the castle on those giant bat-like wings. By the end of this, he would see Katherine dead, even if he couldn't lift a hand against her directly.

(i'm leaving early.)