Town of Enid

[Thanatos_M]

*5 objects scattered throughout the area were now coming to life. From the ground, five beams over light shoot upward into the night sky. To anyone on the ground, it would look like the beams were going straight up, perpendicular to the ground; however, upon closer inspection one would find that they eventually converged at a point high in the atmosphere. These devices had been set there months ago by Mastema's invading forces, and now it was time for them to serve their purpose*  

[wolf4life13]

A dark figure rose slowly from the ground at the outskirts of the village, clad in all black with a hooded cloak hiding his face little could be recognized about the figure. Slowly as it finished taking form from the earth it stumbled and gazed at it's surroundings with unblinking eyes that flashed golden in the reflected light. Slowly the figure moved and simply pondered it's surroundings.

Familiar, a place walked in other forms, a memory on the verge of forming and sliding away just as quickly. A deep breath filled it's lungs causing the cloak blown by the wind to press against broad shoulders and flare open for an instant to reveal tan hands in fingerless gloves before shadowy movement closed it and held it shut. As it breathed another memory surfaced, Death! An entire town running, fighting, and dying. Souls being drawn from the dead to prevent resurrection even as another defiled the bodies and created an army of skeletons. The flashes of the massacre grew stronger and stronger even as a name arose on bubbles of darkness and sickening emotions. Shadow. A name once taken but twice lost in the past. As these memories struck the figure it fell to it's knees in front of a tree and it's hood fell away from it's face for an instant revealing a face some knew as Wolf.

The name Shadow had unleashed a world of memories that sickened the man, betrayal, murder, destruction, and an overwhelming thirst for power. It also brought forth memories of dark arts, necromancy of both souls and bodies. Revival of skeletons from different species, zombies, and humans. Stealing souls and taking over an army, destroying villages and collecting souls. And from these memories branched links to another persona...

The memories built as golden eyes looked at a small pile of rubble before it even as a hand pressed against a fanged mouth tightened and his form shuddered with dry heaves. Another place, another time, another person, another massacre. This time the name that floated up was Ka'rinth. A low growl built in the back of the man's throat as memories of one worse that Shadow arose. One that manipulated Shadow as a puppeteer does from out of sight, one that orchestrated every dark deed done and took each to a new level. Memories flowed forth of manipulating others, darkening their souls, and tainting their memories. Conditioning them to turn on everything they once knew, and to serve him without question. A devil in the skin of a man, one that fought from the shadows but still possessed skills.

The man's body shook as sweat beaded on his brow and another memory arose, another place, another time, and similar actions. A man named Wolf, walked a path so similar to the others, yet different. Friends came and went, killing was work, and emotions often a ruse. Massacres in self defense and assassinations for the one that raised and owned him. Darkness filled the core of every being that emerged in these memories.

A woman, Karia, a wind mage and a pirate, no mercy for any and a thirst for riches. Greed and whims led her path and no care for others that was not ephemeral as the touch of a butterfly. Death, theft, sin, no life was without it. A man Raven, known as Ratsu, a healer, and a killer. A monk filled with compassion and with cold wrath for those that hurt his friends. A druid that unleashed nature on any man that did not meet his standards.

Who am I? The words were soft but audible as the figure stood slowly, it's hood rising forth to conceal it's face. It walked slowly away from the town, lost in a sea of memories, and a whirlwind of thoughts. As it walked no aura flickered around it, instead a steady flow of energy welled up from it's core and wrapped around his insides changing them constantly in form and function. The only mark of his passing was a small patch of blood and a few drops that had fallen from the fingers that had covered his mouth as the memories struck.  

[Inaluke]

Vlad slowly walked through the distroyed town, its rotting buildings and corpse filled streets doing nothing to his composure, he had seen death and leaned thast it was nothing to be feared, and that it was how you died that counts.

He turned down a street at random and followed it to the end, placewing him squarely infront of the abandoned, crumbeling church.

It was in a gothic style, with heavily ornate wrought iron fences and gates. He pushed his way through the barely intact front gate, and then walked through a hole in the rotting front doors, whitch were made of what once was highly polished oak.

He wandered down the isle to the alter, shafts of light, colourd or otherwise passing across his face as the early morning sun dripped through the decripid stain glass windows, he had found a home.
((NE THREAD FROM HERE ON OUT FOR VLAD'S HOME!!! DO NOT POST IN ENID TO TALK TO HIM!!! HES IN THE CATHEDRAL!!!))  

[DustyMemory]

Heritage sighed heavily, as he glanced about the ruined remins of what had once been a successful town. Like all things in the BC region, it had been trampled on and invaded several times. It was quiet though, and so it would serve him well.

He began to slowly wander, his eyes down on the ground in front of him as he walked. His leathery wings twitching occasionally, and his steps seemed to be rather lifeless.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

One solitary foot landed itself on the outskirts of what was now a pile or rubble. A dark and lone figure watching the wind rustle the dust drapped over in a large black cloak cape combination. The figure's face hidden from view, however, two large gleaming orbs of red emitted a soft light under the hood. The foot that had landed him hear was decored in a large black boot that would have normally been shiny and perfect but was well worn from travel and looked almost raggedy. Under the cloak was shirt and pants outfit in the same color as the cloak. Solid black. Two large tanned skinned hands reached out from under cloak and grasped around the hood pulling it back. A head of fire red hair and handsome, but battle worn face revealed itself to the world.

"We have been moving less than a day now...and what do we find already? Destruction...death...and lifelessness to be found. What pathetic fools so poorly inhabited this place? So badly their keep that they let it fall into the hands of annihilation..."

The figure spoke with a deep hard voice that seemed to come from within his chest. A forked tongue rose from the depths of the figure's lips licking softly the rim of his upper lip before the snake like thing slid back into his mouth. His hands grasped the cloak once more tossing it free of his body. He watched it fall and land in nothing, stirring the soft dirt under his feet to rile up dust. A sneer crossed his face as a long slender tail fell out from behind him lashing back and forth leaving marks in the dirt. The man's arms crossed over his great broad chest with a scoff as he spat on the ground in disrespect for those who had lived here. Talking to the wind he spoke.

"Foul creatures to let their own home fall prey....yet had they been here with our passing the end result would befall the same..."

A smirk split the man's lips as started walking, letting his arms fall from their cross to sway at his sides as he started into what was left of this place with a grim satisfaction in his mand and splayed on his face with a devious grin.  

[failinglight]

Marius' speed to Enid had been bordering on supernatural as he had abandoned his long casual lope for an actual run. It had taken him over an hour but even so it would be the upper limits of most normal humans abilities. Of course for him it had been a matter of invoking his power before beginning and simply maintaining focus. However as he arrived his eyes widened and his power was dispelled by shock causing the full weight of his body to suddenly fall heavily on his legs. He stopped at the edge of ruin, the third since his arrival and shook his head in wonder. "Well, there goes information gathering. How else do I find people here? What do I have to do to get information or even better, a fight?"

He allowed his tiring body to fall into a sitting sprawl that looked far from graceful but was truly comfortable. His eyes were a steady blue as he stared blankly ahead. "I suppose the best thing to do then would be to try and draw other beings to myself. Way I see it, flushing people out and leaving a mark would be a useful combination. Logically the best thing to do then would be defile something that's a constant." His speech cut off at that point in his musings, and his head slowly rotated back to the forest which he had both begun in and arrived from. It seemed to link many places so it was worth a shot. As he stood he looked at the sky and said aloud as he walked back into the woods, " Another day has nearly ended and a new one begun."  

[Otaku Mitsubushi]

Otaku and scarlet comeby many months later and otaku stops the vehicle and jumps outside onto the jagged and snowy destroyed road and he looks around the area. "Oh man... look at this..." He sees various crumbled buildings and he sighs as he notices a few scorch marks near a crater. "The people of this city must have experienced beam blasts of some kind..." Scarlet steps out and her red wavy hair blows in the light wind and she looks with her red eyes as she becomes familiar with the wrecked landscape. "wow... I wonder if we can find supplies here...." otaku nods "I'm going to take the vehicle and check around the area for supplies you sould realy stay inside I feel uneasy about this war torn landscape we have found." scarlet goes back inside the vehicle and otaku continues to drive. They see alot of crumbled structures and the otaku stops as he notices a sign. "Hey... let's see..." He comes across an battered sign as he steps ou of the vehicle again and he notices te name of the city. "Enid.... so this place was called that?" He notices a few buildings that are damaged and he goes inside and grabs parts from various devices and loads them into the vehicle. He then heads to another store and loads up on various articles of clothing and whatever supplies are edible after months of being unused. He sighs and steps inside the vehicle again and manages to turn around. "well I think we got what we need. From the looks of things we should really get out of here..." Otaku drives away from the ruined city once known as enid and both scarlet and otaku go further on their journey.