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Dagoth dropped to his knees fully, lapping the pool as he did long slurps of the thick red vitae. The age was heady rush to the cainite, life times of experience streamed deep within the blood. Dagoth however was careful not to absorb it all just yet, carefull streaming what all cainite craved through his own filters and checks. Before joining within hiimself, Dagoth could feel the very spark of a true elder racing through him. The bloody smirk cracking his pale features, as the very last drop seaped into his skin. Once the club was empty and Dagoth sat leaning against Bailey's chair. Dagoth's mind feel inwards his usually state of meditation, favorite songs, places moments replying slowly through his mind. The same dance he did everytime he did what some classed as sleep, Dagoth could barely remember the last time he had this much free time to himself.

The attacks hit home, the cainite slumping forward as the poisens quickly took to work. Dagoth shook as the nerves fired repeatedly, the body slowly began to steady itself. He didn't move again, until a small clapping sound echoed through the fang. Dagoth lent against the rails into the pit, watching as his own still form broke down and rushed towards him. Wet slapping noises breaking the claps as it collided with his feet.

" I must say I'm impressed. Not many break in here with such ease. You can come out now, I know where you are. "

There was a brief slience before the soft slapping of wet jaws, the muffled agony sweeped forward towards the pit area. The spear man spun around keeping his eyes on both Dagoth and where his comrade was standing, he could just about make out the horrified expression before the shadows began consuming him. The final gasping sounds of chokes and pain before the silence once again filled the fang.

"Now your wondering, how did he do that? Well theres a great many things in this life you don't know, but today...today you faced your ruin."

Dagoth stepped forward out of the shadows of the chair still chained as tightly as ever, he loved that shocked and confused look, the realisation that his prey was running on automatic now. Dagoth watched as the spear was rasied to defend, but simply promoted a laugh from the cainite. The spearman looked at his legs when he met the stone gaze of Dagoth, he could see the tide of red chasing upwards through his clothes. His legs loosing their old strength, the stench of open sores, poxes and boils bursting through the skin.

The spearman dropped to his knees as his body caved into the thousands of plagues torturing his body, Dagoth picked the scorpian up by its stinger and watched with glee as it flailed at him. Slashing it claws trying rise up and attack, a quick flick of the wrist and the beasts spine was shattered. The corpse thrown against the last of the dying assassins, Dagoth walked to the edge of chains length before crouching down so he was eye level with his prey.

"I don't care who sent you or even why. But I do know they are watching, so this is me raising a finger. Next time it will be a fist."

Dagoth stood and walked back to his spot to return to his meditation, he grinned one final time as the last bangs of exsistance escaped from the assassin. Least this night wasn't boring.

*The Chasm.
So long had it sat silent. With both brother's gone, the place had reverted, and drastically. What had been a carved out chasm in the icy flats, was gone. All there was now was the vast expanse of sheet ice, so thick it seemed black, and the intimidating forests of ice trees rising from the vastness.
With their twisted trunks of dark iron bark, cased over with ice, they formed gnarled and horrific shapes, new sproutlings covering where the chasm once opened below them, trying to obscure the land.

Prehaps the biggest indication of destruction was the snow. It feel in heavy drifts, compacting on top of anything it touched, obscuring all that once was, nullifying and eradicating all shape. NEVER had it snowed here while the brothers had been in residence.




And yet now... now, something was changing. Beneath a large drift of snow, horrific sounds of cracking ice could be heard. Long, tortured ruptring shrieks filled the air as ice tore itself apart, sendng jagged spikes into the snow filled sky as holes opened up all across the expanse of the old flats.
From out of them came horrors. A thousand statues, of living flesh held frozen, now broke free. Some had been mangled by the destruction o fthe chasm's masters, or the chasm itself, or the crushing ice moving in if they had not been encasd INSIDE it already.
But many were as 'whole' and 'perfect' as the day they had been worked on. A hundred Corbin's rose from the cold, some human, ome Kindred, some Midian, some Faunised. All screaming. Such pained, terrible howls. Behind them came various versions of Faye, and a few other DeSeer's.

They were 'led' by a version of Iden of all people. This was the only craftee not screaming, not clawing at the unfamiliar throat shapes, or staggering from the contorted figures of their bodies compared to what they HAD been before Ice. Women turned into copies of Midian struggled worst of all, weeping for the sounds of their own screams, a perfect pitch for Corbin, rather than themselves.
Many simply clawed their own eyes out or fell by the way side, to slowly join the snow which blanketed them. But three times as many followed the limping Iden figure... and started to dig. When their claws hit hard ice, they dug, clawed and smashed into it, not caring if their hands bled, or pain further wracked the twisted forms they bore. They dug as if driven, until a wide hole tunnelled down into the ice, and they hit... water? Warmth, rising from below, a deep red in the black ice pulsing slowly.

Their own screams stopped, to instead be replaced by a whistling howling, a whispering sussurrus, trapped behind the ice through which they had dug.
Slithering into the hole, down through the layer of warm water, the constructs vanished, leaving only teh dead, already covered by snow, and fading into it. Again, the chasm lay silent, the hole in the ice sheet pulsing as the only guiding light in the plane.

Whatever was afoot, it again lay dormant for now, but this was far from over.*

Will hadn't needed to say a word. Iden was already prepped and good to go; all weapons were locked, loaded, and primed to fire. In his hands was the assault rifle: a modified HK 416 chambered to fire a 7.62 round more commonly seen in AK 47 and similar weapons. At his sides were the dual shotguns, and of course his .45s were holstered under each arm.

Yoh's quip was ignored; Iden was too focused on what lay ahead. He wasn't sure, but he had an idea where they were heading, judging by the distance and direction...

Get us as close as you can before we unload. I hope you don't mind risking the car, mate; I doubt anything up there'll be happy to leave us a quick route out.

"No need to bother, this car is easily replaceable; that is why I chose it, if the s**t hits the fan I'm going to run it right the ******** over."

Heading up the path at a steady and sane speed, William kept one hand on the wheel and one hand one the massive shotgun in his lap; ready for anything and everything that could come at them. Soon enough though the entrance would come into view, the cave entrance looming at them from out of the darkness.

"Well kids, where here."

*Followng Iden and Will out, Yoh shifted forms. for the first time, william would get to see why Yoachi didnt really carry much in the way of guns. He didnt NEED to.

Over the course of a minute, accompanied by the sounds of tearing flesh and popping bone, the small 5ft elf grew to 7ft tall, covered in scales, with two enxtra arms and no legs. Naga form. His head became a powerful wedge shape, snout snorting spray as his red eyes pierced the gloom, the quills lining his head quivering as he sniffed.

Around him, the silver dragon darted and chirped, until they were rejoined by the gold dragon. Both little beasts burrowed into the crossed straps of pouches hanging over Yoachi;s powerful chest as he undulated towards the back of the first cave*

There's nothing living OR dead in the cave, Yang has found a series of five caves. The next one is accessible through a cold water poll at the back here, then splits into three. There are spatial distortions at the back of each of those. I cannot tell whats beyond each until we go through it.

You;re the brains Iden, Will's the brawn, I'll play reguard, shall I?

*When Yoh spoke, his voice was much deeper and seemed to have a gurlig rumble to accompany it. That he was speaking so showed he was expecting this to end badly, his tone changed to what USED to be known as 'Red', nbut was now more like his game face*