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So when I'm crying alone
Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone

Location: Collapsed Tunnel at Ebon Fieldss

Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Teach me to speak with their voices
Show me the way and I'll try again

"Shinobi"

XXX XXX XXX XXX静かな戦士

"the Silent Warrior"

Narinthe continued to walk directly next to Sefas. His eyebrow quirked as Neysa avoided his gaze yet again. What was bothering her so much? Perhaps she was still lingering on the night before, when she'd seen him come out from killing Akumi. Perhaps she was angry with hom over something--though she hadn't been acting it until recent.

Coughing brought his attention back to Sefas. He hacked and coughed, and Shinobi was more poised than ever to catch him. However, it seemed the exact opposite of his expectations. With each cough or hack, his health would come back to him. Steadily, his gait was improving. As he joked and snickered, Shinobi nodded almost cheerily, patting him gently on the shoulder.

He continued, and the Shinobi remained close, poised still. His eye had stopped following Sefas so closely, but rather, the vast wastelands. That Djinn was still around. It used so little of its powers, and one of the group could have died--if not for Neysa. He blinked at the praise of his expertise awkwardly. he felt as if was entirely in thanks to Neysa.


The question Sefas asked dawned upon the masked man. He hadn't thought about it, himself. Then again, he never spoke. He, however, seemed to be the one aware of what the Prospector was. He would simply write a report to Galnesh explaining. The twisting spires of Tenepolis were on the horizon.

Sefas Minos
Alchemist
Location: Ebon Fields

☀❛❛The Shadow Creature❜❜☀

The Shadow Creature had hardly watched the battle that had raged earlier. It had only cared about the blood. The succulent food it thrived on. It had quickly cleaned the caverns dry, its strange long limbs taking it quickly through the spaces. It had followed the party down through the caverns, quickly and greedily drinking any more blood that had been spilled. It was quite satisfied, but no amount of food could ebb away the deep hunger that haunted the creature's soul. It was not a hunger for blood, and it was not a hunger for a new form, no, it was the hunger that cursed all, the hunger of greed and want. Any bit of blood it could get its hands, if they could be called that, on was always gone within minutes or seconds, depending on the size of it. It had stalked the party noiselessly until the caverns broke into the wastes. The creature could sense the heat of the light, and hissed and screeched, backing away from this threat. It would not kill the creature, more of burn it. Its jet black shadowy skin attracted light like a moth attracted to a bug zapper.

The shadow creature screeched at the party as it walked away, its meals growing ever distant. The creature's screeches turned into wails of anguish, it knowing very well it would not be getting a meal like that soon. It almost seemed as if it was calling to them, urging them to come back. It ran in circles near the Tomb's opening, just barely out of the heat of the light. It stomped, making no sound as is ever shifting body only molded downward, then back its "normal" shape. It began to make low growling sounds, lurking back into the Tomb, but still facing the entrance.

Though the Shadow Creature knew it would not find a meal so big as that soon, it knew it wouldn't be so much time before another party would come, and that was when it would find its next feast. It was worn out from all the excitement though, and settled itself down, resting. It watched as the party became dots, walking to a far structure. The creature didn't know what it was, but it didn't need to. It let out another long, loud, echoing screech. Maybe curiosity would pull them back in.



OOC:// sorry this post is so late.

So when I'm crying alone
Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone

Location: Ebon Fields

Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Teach me to speak with their voices
Show me the way and I'll try again

When you die, you are complete
When you live you must compete
Can the light outway the dark
Can you go and leave your mark...

It was sad to walk back into the darkness that was the black wastes. Why did Kiyoshi agree? He couldn't remember. The answer was completely beyond him. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and a shiver quickly passed over him. Sefas was injured in that place. What was to keep a similar incident from occuring again? Kiyoshi's little journey had been filled with nothing except death and pain. What had he gotten himself into? Perhaps it was a punishment. Then Kiyoshi really though about it. There was a second answer. He could try and make peace. maybe through his actions, the demons and the people of Tenepolis could be allies, rather than enemies. They could work together to fight off something even more horrible, if something that bad ever appeared. They could work together to prosper. That was what Kiyoshi was doing. He was going to use his journey to create peace. The mask had lost it's emotional weight for the moment. Nothing was more important than stopping other people from feeling what Kiyoshi had felt. Sealing this threatening demon may be important, but Kiyoshi had reaslized that he was not there to seal a demon, but to kill an even greater, intangible monster.

Neysa's voice interupted Kiyoshi's train of thought. He looked over to her, and saw that she was bringing up the healing again. "I guess that would help. I'd be much more valuable with the use of both arms." He siled weakly again. His smiles had stopped having sincerity to them. He couldn't bring up true joy. Just some sort of fleeting, mediocre happiness. It was sad that the best he could do was that sad excuse for glee. "So yes, it's fine if you heal my arm now."

Right then, the voice of the scholar sounded. "Is he annoying anyone else?" Kiyoshi asked very quietly, to avoid any abuse from the old man. His smile faded as he continued. "I have a feeling someone is probably wishing the worst on him. I just hope that wish isn't granted." Kiyoshi shook his head. What awaited them on this little quest?

"Shinobi"

XXX XXX XXX XXX静かな戦士

"the Silent Warrior"

Narinthe walked in the far rear, behind everyone else. The gates before him revealed the cold, inhospitable wastelands of the South. His eye was void of any emotion like usual, though his brow furrowed in the slightest at the sight. As he peered out this way, Sefas let out a soft sigh, and his words perfectly reflected the Shinobi's own thoughts.. Here they were again, now joined by a bat-like creature, and an annoying, pompous scholar. And he would be stuck with these people for quite some time. For a second, he'd wished he had never even accepted the first mission.. If he hadn't he'd have been well on his way to Aden. He let the thoughts escape his mind, focusing on the task at hand.

The gate closed behind them loudly, as things clicked into their former, and usual position, locking them out of the somewhat comforting city behind them. Neysa was behind Sefas, and he blinked at her as she glanced at Kiyoshi, a frown upon her face. For a moment, he'd pondered why she looked so displeased with him, before she stopped by him, tugging on the sleeve that bore the stains of blood, tattered around a wound. It came to him, that she wanted to heal it, just as she spoke her desires to do so. He pondered how long the process would take, before letting his crimson eye fall upon Harkel: he'd probably bark at her to stop before she even began to get started.

As his eye landed upon Harkel, he drew a map out and looked upon it's contents. He turned to the rest of them, his back no longer to the Shinobi. He spoke, and the demon listened, though his arms eased into being crossed against his chest again-- he was just comfier that way. He resisted a nod at the man's words, he knew that to be fact. At least this scholar knew something, although the Shinobi knew this as well. He pointed at a location upon the map, drawn in between the Plain and the Ebon fields. He nodded once, slightly, at the expectations of a demon attack. However, as he nodded, he let his head go downcast, his eye closed. Like this, the man closed the map, and spoke, barking them to go onward, as if the dangers mentioned just now were nothing. For a moment, visible irritation sparked another discreet furrow of his eyebrow.

Relief was brought to him as Kiyoshi agreed to allow Neysa to heal his wound. For starters, what the woman said held truth: it would be dangerous to lead a wounded man into a place like this. there were demons lurking in ever hillside, it would feel like. His eye danced to peer at him, his head raising upright again, as he heard his question to the rest of the group regarding Harkel. The man's eye widened slightly, amusement showing within it's demonic depths. He seemed to hold back a laugh at it, as he added onto his question with a shake of his head. It seemed everyone was growing weary of Harkel, and they still had a long way to go with him.. Sefas's snicker lit his ear, and as he commented, he held back his own snickers, raising a gloved finger at Sefas as if to agree with him in particular.


They walked through the stretching lands of the dead South. His red eye's faint glow streaked with his movements, as he peered in all directions, constantly searching for signs of others, or perhaps an attack from hiding demons. However, his movements were not laden with fear so much as they were alert awareness. This place was where the was born and where he grew up. Though, all the same, this was not where he grew up: Back then it was a fertile land, he watched it degrade down to this..

He looked forward upon the horizon. The ruins were forming, and his eye narrowed upon them as if focusing. This place used to be.. teeming with the race of the Shadow. Its state reflected upon what had happened in the same way that the black, dusty ground below them did, or the deathly waters: War had ruined the South.